Forever Starts Tonight
A short story sequel to MELT INTO YOU - find out what Evan, Jace and Andre get up to next…Two dominant men, one beautiful woman. Jace Austin knows he doesn't have what you'd call a conventional relationship with Evan and Andre, but it works. Boy, does it work. Until one day, Evan starts acting strangely and Andre's ex-fiancée pops back into his life, unbalancing a perfectly happy threesome. Jace is forced to face the unthinkable: that the two people he cares most about in this world are in danger of slipping away from him.So Jace plans a surprise getaway to a secluded mountain cabin for the three of them. And he knows exactly what he needs to do: give both his lovers a fantasy week they'll never forget. And the possibilities for pleasure are endless. But when they get snowed in and the heat between them reaches a fever pitch, secrets come out. And Evan has one that could change all their lives forever…
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FOREVER STARTS TONIGHT
Roni Loren
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First published in USA by Intermix, Penguin Group (USA) 2014
First published in Great Britain by Harper 2014
Copyright © Roni Loren 2014
Excerpt from Nothing Between Us © Roni Loren 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780698183025
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Contents
âHeâs going down,â Andre murmured against Evanâs ear.
âThatâs what she said.â Evan smirked from behind the lens of her camera and clicked.
âMmm,â he said, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder. âI wish thatâs what you were saying right this second, bella. Wanna take a break? I think thereâs a storage closet with our names on it. I could get down on myââ
She moved her face away from her camera and sent Andre a warning look, but the impact was totally undermined by the way her teeth bit into her lip. She was picturing exactly what he could do to her in that closet, no doubt.
âBehave,â she whispered. âYouâre supposed to be my assistant tonight. Keep me on track, not on my back. Plus, if the groom takes a header because he drank too much, itâs my job to capture the special moment so that their future children will be able to laugh at him.â
Andreâs gaze slid over the dance floor where the bride was basically holding her newly minted husband up for their dance. Lady Gagaâs âThe Edge of Gloryâ was playing, and other couples were bouncing to the beat, but in the middle, the bride and groom were swaying like they were listening to âSitting on the Dock of the Bay.â Andre grinned. âItâs kind of romantic, isnât it?â
âGetting drunk off your ass at your own wedding?â Evan asked, adjusting her position and snapping more shots.
He hefted her equipment bag higher on his shoulder. âNo, that theyâre moving to their own beat. She doesnât seem annoyed at all, even when he keeps stepping on her dress, and heâs watching her with rapt amazement.â
Evan smiled. âWell, she is a beautiful bride.â
Andre leaned against a pillar, still watching the couple. Yes, the bride looked like sheâd stepped out of the pages of a bridal magazine, but she was nothing compared to the woman standing beside him. Even with Evan sporting her photographer uniform of nondescript, black everything, he couldnât keep his eyes off of her. Though, seeing the bride all dolled up, he couldnât help but imagine what Evan would look like in flowing white and walking down an aisle next to himâno, next to them. She wasnât just Andreâs, she was Jaceâs, too. And he, theirs. But they wouldnât get the right of that marriage ritual, at least not in the traditional sense. There wasnât room for three of them at the church.
And Evan had declared more than once that she didnât need the fancy wedding, that she wasnât a woman hung up on fairy-tale stuff. But Andre had to wonder what it was like for her to spend most weekends photographing things that were normal for most people but complicated for them. Weddings, family reunions, children. Even he got pangs every now and then. He knew there was nothing traditional about his tastes or his relationship with Evan and Jaceâand he wouldnât change anything about what he had. He was one lucky bastard. But heâd been raised in such a traditional environment that part of that was still ingrained in his psyche, making him crave some of the privileges of that lifeâtalking openly about the people you love to friends and family, calling someone your wife or husband, getting to see his girl
