"Is Three A Crowd?"
Reviewed by Gabrielle Lee
Posted September 11, 2010
Romance Erotica Sensual
Will Toni Kearny come between business partners and best
friends Grey Richards and Heath Solis? Grey thinks his
dreams have been fulfilled by Toni until one touch from
Heath. Can the love that they feel for each other bring them
together or will it break them apart?
This book was full of emotion and had me right from the
start. As the three main characters try to find love with
one another, they must also discover themselves. Toni is a
smart woman who sees something she wants and goes for it,
willing to try anything for the sake of love. Heath and
Grey are alpha males who must learn to accept that they both
want the same woman, a woman that is the
passion and love in their relationship. Grey must deal with
his possessiveness and share Toni with another man, and
Heath must decide what is important to him.
The relationship that the two men share is a key aspect of
the story, so you see both points of view. I enjoyed reading
about their evolving relationship. Grey and Heath have
found something worth fighting for. Will Toni want what they
have to offer?
THE SATIN SASH is a well-written fast paced story. If you
are looking for a hot and emotional read, than this is the
book for you.
SUMMARY
Business partners and best friends Grey Richards and Heath
Solis are as different as night and day. Grey is calm,
confident, and always in control. Heath is as passionate as
his smoldering looks. No woman can resist them, and it's
always been easy to share. Until now...
Grey is head over heels in love. He'll do anything to see
Antonia Kearny smile, to hear her breath catch, to make her
scream his name. And when he realizes that Toni wants
another man-and that it's Heath- he'll make the ultimate
sacrifice...
On a decadent weekend in Mexico, Toni will experience the
hunger, the touch, the taste of two men. But will her
desire bring them together, or tear them apart?
Excerpt“Your woman wants me.”
Grey Richards froze, then lowered the glass of wine
and turned to look at the
man facing him. Heath’s jet-black eyes gleamed with a
disconcerting mix
of devilment and concern.
Grey glanced over the crowded room to where Toni
stood, smiling among a group
of women. His gut clenched in a knot. “Come again?”
“Your woman. She wants me.”
For a stunned moment, Grey gazed into the crimson
depths of his glass, his sixth
of red cabernet, and decided if he wasn’t drunk, then
his friend and partner
was.
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Red
“Toni?”
“Do you have another woman?” Heath replied.
Grey could only stare at him.
Underneath the black tuxedo he’d borrowed from Grey,
Heath Solis was still
the rough-edged daredevil he’d met twenty years ago, and
while his social
skills could use a little polish, Grey had always
appreciated his bluntness.
No one cut through the bullshit like Heath.
Together they’d been through good times and bad, but
unspoken between
them lay a quiet understanding. They worked well
together. Grey the brain; Heath
the muscle.
Having jointly built RS Corporation from scratch,
making the company Chicago’s
most successful commercial development firm, Grey
managed the corporate offices
in the city while Heath handled their businesses abroad.
Where Heath liked to
keep his private life to himself, Grey had to face the
press. Grey enjoyed living
lavishly, while Heath preferred frugal surroundings.
Despite the differences, they were united by
dedication, wills of steel, and
a fierce loyalty and trust.
Heath’s childhood might have been far from the ideal
foundation for a hero,
but Grey would put his life in no one’s hands but his.
Heath was the brother Grey never had. Grey was
all Heath had.
He couldn’t believe he was hearing this.
“You’re serious?” he asked.
Heath’s jaw was set, his expression somber; Heath’s
face could send
people scrambling when he scowled, and lure the ladies
when he smiled. “I
wouldn’t kid you about this,” he said, shooting Grey a
sidelong glance. “You
haven’t exactly taken her off the market, have you?”
Head reeling, Grey looked back at the group of
women to find Toni gone. The room
was alive with music. Glittering chandeliers hung from a
vaulted ceiling, fountains
spouted champagne, busy waiters circulated among the
guests.
He and Heath stood a good distance from the dance
floor, amidst dozens of vacated
tables at what had been a five-thousand-dollar-per-seat
mediocre dinner, but
it didn’t take him long to spot her.
She was on the dance floor, whirling in the arms of
Senator Louis. A pretty flush
stained her cheeks as she let the energetic man twirl
her round and round.
Without even realizing it, she’d had Grey’s nuts in a
twist from
the instant he set eyes on her. Now at the sight of her
petite, graceful body
draped in shimmering fire-engine red, while she smiled
one of her million smiles,
Grey was a ball of lust waiting to be unleashed on her.
Her little bottom jiggled, her bosom heaved, and her
eyes sparkled like gems.
She was all fun, all life, all sweetness and spice. The
large diamond studs he’d
given her for Christmas peeked through the glossy
chestnut waves tumbling past
her shoulders, catching the light.
His blood thrummed in his veins with the desire to
press his mouth to one ear
and tongue her. Eat up that sweet, feisty baby, his
juicy-lipped baby, nibble
by nibble. His chest swelled, a sensation that had
become painful of late and
all too real.
He was in love with her.
Irrefutably, indisputably in love with Toni.
It was a place he’d never imagined himself to be. A
place where all thought
centered around her, all actions aimed to please her. A
place where Grey could
hardly think.
All he could think of was her.
What had started as a passionate fling had turned into
a full-blown relationship,
to the point where Grey’s penthouse had been empty for
months. The closet
in Toni’s apartment was now crammed with his expensive
suits and endless
racks of ties. Their bathroom looked like a war zone.
His schedule was continually
interrupted with unexpected but delightful “situations.”
And he wouldn’t change any of it for the world.
You’re not wearing panties tonight, Toni.
Why not?
Because every time I look at you, I want to know
your pussy
is bare under that dress, and I’ll think of nothing
but taking you home
and licking you.
She’d been a sight to behold, leaning over the bathroom
mirror, creaming
those pouty lips with a glittery red substance. “Will I
get a prize for
surviving an entire night without panties?” she had
playfully asked, setting
the lipstick down and twirling around to fix his collar.
Her eyes gleamed appreciatively as she took in his
tuxedo-clad figure. She fitted
her body up against his and fingered the black bow at
his throat. “Will
I get to take everything off but this, Mr. Richards?”
“Give me some of that,” he murmured huskily as he
ducked his head to
run his tongue across the plump bottom curve of her
lips, “and I’ll
show you how I plan to suckle the lips between your
thighs.”
At thirty-five, Grey had seen and done it all. As
teenagers, he and Heath had
had dirty, raunchy sex with the dirtiest, raunchiest
women they could find. Prostitutes
and kinky widows and women who seemed so high and drunk
they’d do anything
with anyone. They’d done things to women that the girls
in high school
and college would never in their wildest dreams let a
man, much less a boy, do.
That had been sex for Grey at sixteen, seventeen,
eighteen.
Later, through the years, while he and Heath went their
separate ways, he’d
acquired a connoisseur’s taste for it, like fine wines
and cigars. He’d
sought pretty women much as he sought out the finest
cars; he’d had them
all.
And not a single experience compared to being with
Toni. No orgy or threesome
or a plain vanilla sex could capture a fraction of the
intensity of his feelings
for her, his wanting of her. She was so
passionate, her eager receptiveness to
his touch consumed him. He was addicted to memorizing
her noises, testing her
responses, discovering where to caress, to touch, to
bring her pleasure. Her
face as it bloomed in orgasm brought him to his knees;
he’d never seen
anything so beautiful.
He wanted her now. Here, at this wretched party. In
front of Heath, in front
of everybody.
He burned under his suit, itched to take her into a
nearby hall and remind her
who it was she wanted, who it was she fucked all day,
every day, and begged for
more.
He did no such thing.
Instead he averted his eyes and studied his friend
and business partner once
again.
“What would have given you the impression she wants
you?”
Heath took a step to stand shoulder to shoulder, his
midnight gaze tracking
Toni. Grey did not like the hot, possessive way Heath
looked at her. Or the slow,
knowing smile stretching his lips.
“Do you honestly think I don’t
know when a woman wants me?”
“Did she tell you so?”
“Nah. She’s too fine to tell me in words.”
Oh, she was fine all right. More than fine. Perfect.
Unlike the models Grey had preferred for years, Toni
was no tall, bosomy Amazon.
She was a small, sprightly thing—a little fire to Grey’s
ice. A whirlwind
of smiles and surprises that made his heart ache with
how freaking adorable she
was.
Her eyes—the vibrant energy of her entire being
simmered inside them.
A chameleonic green of shade and undeterminable,
susceptible to her emotions
like mood rings. Grey got dark forest with her passion,
emerald with her smiles,
mossy green with her silence.
What color does Heath get?
Struggling to remain calm, Grey raised the fluted glass
and contemplated his
beauty above the rim, engaged in yet another lively
dance. Song after song blasted
in the room, but Grey heard nothing but his heart
pounding.
Your woman wants me....
Toni was a sensual, sexual, highly emotional being.
Sweet in nature; deliciously
responsive in bed. Her lusty appetite was unsurpassed by
that of anyone Grey
had ever met before, and her responsiveness to the
barest touch was addictive.
She wasn’t afraid of anything and would always try
something once. She
liked it dirty, a little naughty, and seemed to get a
thrill when he got rough.
But never, ever, had Grey considered she might crave
more. More sex, more lust.
More.
“If she didn’t say so, then why would you be telling me
this?”
“We danced.” Heath bent to whisper. “I touched her.”
“And?”
“And she let me.”
While Grey had been listening to Carlton earlier,
specifically to the retired
accountant’s monotonous dissertation on the economy,
Toni had been in Heath’s
arms. Sans panties, because he and Toni had thought to
play a little game of
anticipation tonight.
She let Heath touch her?
Stomach churning with bile, he set the empty glass on a
passing tray. “Toni
is a sensual woman, but she responds to no man
like she responds to me.” He
fixed his friend with a cold smile—the same he used
across the boardroom
when the meeting was adjourned. “Whatever it is you’re
thinking,
you can forget it.”
Heath snorted, a primitive sound Grey recognized as
having multiple meanings.
His partner jammed his hand into his inner coat pocket
and produced a long, shiny
red sash.
Grey’s
eyes slimmed to slits. “That
looks familiar.”
“She wore it around her neck.” Heath grasped the back
of Grey’s
hand and slapped the sash into his palm. “Tie it to my
door if you change
your mind. I leave Wednesday.”
Grey fisted the flimsy fabric in his palm and glanced
up at Heath’s retreating
back. “Wait.”
Probably unused to Grey’s most glacial tone being
directed at him, Heath
stiffened, hands fisting at his sides before he turned
around.
Their gazes met with no antagonism, but with a calm,
collected watchfulness.
“You’re saying... you want...?” There
was little that differentiated Grey from a statue.
“You know what I’m
saying.” The broad white smile Heath shot
him was the devil’s own. “Think about it, Grey.”
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