Calling the Shots

by Christine d'Abo

Overview

He's had a wild ride, and now sex club owner Josh Scott is looking for a change of scene. But first, he's determined to bring two friends together, and he's willing to be a third wheel to move things along...

Beth Norris is eager to be set up with hot bartender Oliver Stephenson, but she's equally attracted to matchmaker Josh. Soon she's fantasizing about both men at once—and about being the one to call the shots in the encounter...

Ready to move on with his life post-divorce, Oliver is conflicted by the realization that he's attracted to women and men. Or more specifically, to Beth and Josh. He tries to keep his distance, but it's not long before the chemistry between the trio combusts in a night of mind-blowing sex.

In the light of day, it's clear something deeper than desire is growing between Josh, Beth and Oliver. But though Josh has helped others find love in unconventional relationships, is he willing to take a chance on one himself?

68,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781426894473
Publisher:	Carina Press
Publication date:	10/08/2012
Series:	Long Shots , #4
Sold by:	HARLEQUIN
Format:	eBook
File size:	743 KB

About the Author

A romance novelist and short story writer, Christine has over fifty publications to her name. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her family. You can visit Christine at her website www.christinedabo.com.

Read an Excerpt

Josh stood back and admired his handiwork. The tables and chairs that normally ringed the dance floor of Mavericks had been removed, opening up the large space. Mountains of pillows were piled up around, creating islands of comfort where his members would be able to roll around together. Last year the biggest complaint had been about the low number of spots where people could get horizontal and play. He'd made double sure to fix the issue this year by quadrupling their pillow order and covering the entire dance area with a gigantic velour rug.

No one wanted to get naked on cold marble after all.

He and the staff had spent the better part of a week getting his club ready for their latest theme night. Josh had worked out every detail and spared no expense when it came to the little details that would make the party memorable. He'd even brought the cleaning service in for an extra extended session, washing down every surface and replacing any silicon toy that looked even a little used.

Nothing was more entertaining than receiving a sex toy shipment and handing them over to the cleaning company for setup. Especially if there was a new employee who'd never worked at Mavericks before.

The annual X-rated pajama party had fast become a club favorite, and one he personally enjoyed participating in. He'd even go so far as to slip into a pair of pajama bottoms, sans T-shirt, foregoing his normal leather attire. The staff would tease him about his dressed-down appearance, telling him he needed to relax like that more often. Not that he ever listened.

This year held a bit more pressure for him as he fully intended to show off for some investors he'd been wooing for well over two months now. Snagging their support would get him one step closer to opening the new club in Montreal. It was an opportunity he'd been trying to secure for a few years now, but the timing or the money had never worked out. Not until recently. With a hold on the perfect location only requiring the rest of his deposit, and the balance of funding now only a contract signature away, Josh was humming with anticipation. It was like his arrival in Toronto—the excitement of a fresh start.

"Josh, do you think we should put the rubber sheets down in the Black Room or keep them in the Gold?"

Beth Norris, his assistant manager and close friend, stood at the top of the stairs, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. She'd piled up her long blond hair into something that would have resembled a bun at one point during the day. Now, tendrils escaped to kiss the tops of her shoulders and neck. It was a sexy look for her. Not that he'd ever dare tell her that.

"We ran out of room last year, didn't we?" He knew it was terrible to be staring at her breasts, but from this angle and the way she was thrusting her hip out to the side, Beth was positively edible.

"Oil too. I think if we move it to the Black Room, it will give people more room to slide around. But it might upset some of the voyeurs as there isn't a two-way in that one."

Ah, another day at the office.