So, that time I accidentally wrote a trilogy last year…
The story, in brief:
Andrew crunches numbers and wears a suit by day. By night, he likes to tie his woman to a St. Andrew’s Cross and torment her until she begs for mercy..
Ida just wants to be normal. Being cuffed and whipped until you come and come and come? Perfectly normal. Loving two men at once? Not for her.
Jamie is a recently divorced musician who wants to enjoy being single without risking his freedom, his heart or his kids’ custody arrangement.
They’re nobody’s true love story. Except in the are-you-sure-it’s-legal hookah bar called Monte Carlo…
Ready to judge a book by its chapter titles? Good. Let’s go:
CUPID IN MONTE CARLO 3: Andrew, Ida & Jamie
1-The perils of dating your ex-lover’s ex-lover
2-Uptight programmers do it, perverted bankers do it …even divorcing musicians do it
3-A douchebag reaction to a “We’ve been naked a few hours ago and I hope we’re going to naked again tonight” kiss
4-Do not tell anyone we did that in the washroom
5-She really likes fucking shiny things, and that was a problem
6-It was a terrible, terrible, terrible no-good plan
7-And now, a cacophony, in the completely non-sexual sense
8-This is an intervention, and I’m only kidding about the blow job
9-Don’t punch me: this is not a confrontation
10-But this is an attempt at reconciliation
11-Just the family, please
12-From busking to orgasm
13-The chapter in which you expect hot public toilet sex …yet don’t get any
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