He could feel himself blushing and it was stupid. Graham was the enemy. He was the block in the road that led to Ainsley. He shouldn’t be thanking him. He shouldn’t be drawn to the warmth his body radiated.
A heart-warming and entertaining poly romance story about marriage bonds, friendship, and the endless supply of love we all carry in our hearts.
According to the rumors, Ainsley is a prostitute. To escape the meddling ways of their families, Ainsley and his husband Graham move to a new town where they hope to find peace. Ainsley spends his days worrying if Graham's decision to marry him was the right one, and he is devoted to giving Graham the life he deserves.
Andrew Croften has never been one to settle down, despite how desperately he seeks companionship. His romantic life is a series of half-flung flings that earned him the title of 'home wrecker' and his professional life is haunted by his long-term bully. But when he visits his friends' party and meets the charming and adorable Ainsley, he devises a plan to steal him away from his husband.
Yet Croften finds himself drawing closer to Graham as well, especially as Graham's brother and Croften's bully are intent on causing chaos in their lives. Perhaps three heads (or rather hearts) are better than two.
EXCERPT
“Here,” he said, slowing to a walk and grabbing Graham’s wrist. “Let me see it.”
Graham looked sick. His hand shook as he let Croften uncover it. Fuck. His thumb was purple and swollen.
“Yeah,” Croften said. “That’s broken.”
He started leading them towards the doctor’s office. Graham was unusually pale. He was still biting his lip, and he refused to look up. Croften figured it probably hurt. He had broken his toe once as a kid. It never did set properly (part of why he walked like that), and it had hurt like hell. He had to give props to Graham. Croften had cried for a solid hour.
They had to wait for the doctor to see them, of course. They were given a small bag of ice and told to sit down and just wait. Graham didn’t fight it as Croften continued to hold the injured hand, pressing the ice to it firmly. He winced once, but that was all. He still didn’t look at him.
Croften was perfectly content to sit there in silence. For all of two minutes. “So, uh, you never learned to punch, huh?” Graham did not respond. One the plus side, Croften wasn’t really as afraid of being murdered by a guy who didn’t know how to punch.
“What are you gonna tell Ainsley?” He didn’t exactly want Ainsley to know the truth. Mainly because he was afraid he’d go talk to Henri and things would just get more out of hand. Graham remained silent.
“Hurt that bad huh?” He figured Graham was just concentrating on not yelling out or crying. A noble goal. Still nothing.
Well, as long as he wasn’t going to be talking…
“Thanks,” Croften said. Graham didn’t speak, but he did finally look up at him. Croften looked down at the hand he was holding. He didn’t notice how smooth Graham's hands were before. And warm, despite the ice on the knuckles. “No one’s...uh...no one’s ever done something like that for me before.”
He could feel himself blushing and it was stupid. Graham was the enemy. He was the block in the road that led to Ainsley. He shouldn’t be thanking him. He shouldn’t be drawn to the warmth his body radiated.
“You are worth more than you think,” Graham said, his voice soft and quiet. Croften pretended not to hear him.
About the author:
Anna Denisch was born and raised just outside of Baltimore City, but she has never called it home. When not traveling around the world or daydreaming about dragons, she spends her time looking at books she wants to read without actually touching them. She received her M.F.A in Creative and Professional Writing from Western Connecticut State University and considers daily if she is just insane enough to take her family’s sometime suggestion of getting a PhD.
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