The Spectator

By Eve Morton

Regina is used to getting what she wants. When she meets Shane, the brooding art school grad turned ad exec at her PR firm, the two fall in love and get married right away. But five years into their marriage, Shane's frustrations only seem to grow and Regina tries everything to mend the relationship -- new sex, vacation time, and long nights discussing their future.

Finally, when Regina suggests a threesome, everything seems to click. Shane surprises her when he says he wants to explore his bisexual side by inviting a man into their bed.

Together they frequent downtown Toronto and Regina's night classes to see if they can find the perfect man to join them.

When they meet a blond, Adonis-like stranger, they think everything's set. So why is Shane suddenly getting cold feet?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: May 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634860963

Book preview

The Spectator

By Eve Morton

Published by JMS Books LLC

Visit jms-books.com for more information.

Copyright 2023 Eve Morton

ISBN 9781685505479

* * * *

Cover Design: Written Ink Designs | written-ink.com

Image(s) used under a Standard Royalty-Free License.

All rights reserved.

WARNING: This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It may contain sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which might be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Published in the United States of America.

* * * *

The Spectator

By Eve Morton

Chapter 1

What about him? Regina pointed across the diner. Tall. Maybe a touch under six feet. Nice build. Wearing a blue shirt under the uniform. He could be good, right?

Shane tapped his fork against the table. He didn’t turn around.

Regina sighed. Are we not playing anymore?

It’s not a game. Maybe I shouldn’t…

I know, I know. Bisexuality isn’t a phase or a game or anything temporary. I’m sorry. I just…Don’t you want to at least see him?

I do, but I can’t be obvious. I feel bad enough we’re already pooling for applicants this way.

Well, it’s probably safer than Craigslist. Regina glanced at the front of the diner. The guy she’d set her sights on rose from the booth where he’d been before counting tips. He grabbed a leather jacket by the front and tossed it over his shoulders. Oh, he looks good in leather.

Hmm? Shane turned around.

Figures leather would get his attention. Shane’s sudden interest didn’t last long. He turned around and regarded his coffee as if it was fascinating.

No? Really?

He shrugged. Not my type.

Are you kidding? Regina chuckled. He pretty much looks like the younger version of you.

That’s the problem. I don’t want to buy what I sell, you know?

You know, for someone who was so averse to buying someone for the night, you sure are making a lot of hooker jokes.

Shane scrubbed his hands over his face. He hadn’t shaved that morning, and his stubble made him look every bit the biker (before he turned Boy Scout) she’d fallen in love with. I know that’s what I said. But maybe we should just go with a professional? I mean, what exactly are you looking for? What’s in it for you?

Oh, lots of things. I love you for one, and I want to be sure you’re happy… Regina grabbed a packet of sugar and emptied it into her coffee. It would be far too sweet now, but maybe the caffeine spike and extra sugar would do her some good. After the two of them had finished their day job at a booming PR firm in downtown Toronto, they headed all the way across the city to this seedy diner outside of the city for dinner. They ordered greasy foods and far too much coffee as they finally discussed what they realized they needed to do.

* * * *

Regina had always been attracted to Shane, even when the two of them first met at a business party meeting during the Christmas holidays, and he had been in a terrible mood. Shane had dressed poorly back then, not caring what he wore as long as he had a leather jacket, and had been drinking too much at the back of the room. The same Christmas party was no exception. When she asked him what was wrong, he’d grunted a response about hating the holidays, but she kept pressing him. At this point in her career, she knew how to talk to men and make them open up. Shane wasn’t the typical ad exec who flipped out over the