Just the Three of Us - Preview

By Lori Schafer

This is a PREVIEW (first three chapters) of my funny, sexy romance Just the Three of Us:

Three close friends get too close for comfort in Just the Three of Us: An Erotic Romantic Comedy for the Commitment-Challenged.

Meet Kathy, a thirty-seven-year-old drifter who’s constantly on the move: to new towns, new jobs, and new relationships. Imagine her surprise when she’s befriended by lifelong friends Sam and Ted, attractive young men who, though ten years her junior, are far more settled than she thinks she’ll ever be. Cheer them on as their three-way friendship succumbs to passion, then passion to romance, and romance to… well, surely it couldn’t be love. Could it?

With plenty of heat, dialogue that will make you laugh out loud, and a plot to tickle your most sentimental of spots, Just the Three of Us promises an entertaining read for fans of romance looking for a unique take on love and sexuality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329035744

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Just the Three of Us - Preview

PREVIEW OF JUST THE THREE OF US

An Erotic Romantic Comedy for the Commitment-Challenged

First Edition

Copyright © 2015 Lori Schafer

All rights reserved.

ISBN (eBook): 978-1-329-03574-4

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This work of fiction contains explicit sexual scenarios and is therefore inappropriate for readers under the age of eighteen. All characters depicted are eighteen years of age or older.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Wow, you’re fast! he said with admiration, gawking at me with wide eyes through a plastic face-shield thick with fog.

I turned to look behind me but I was the last player on the bench; this unfamiliar young man with the friendly face appeared to be talking to me.

Uh, thank you, I said, returning my eyes to the ice and uncomfortably shifting my grip on my stick.

I mean it, he assured me. You are very fast, especially for, you know, a – Hey!

The exclamation caught my attention more than the unfinished remark. I turned again and saw another young man sitting beside this one, elbow out as if he’d just used it to nudge his friend into silence.

For a what? I said shrewdly, watching in amusement as my neighbor struggled to solicit a polite response out of an apparently unresponsive brain. For a woman? Or perhaps you meant for an older woman? I concluded, putting extra emphasis on the older. At thirty-seven I was hardly ancient, but there was no doubt in my mind that these fellows were a good ten years my junior, a fact that gave me the indisputable right to tease them mercilessly.

His face, already beet-red from the exertion, flushed scarlet. I wouldn’t say older! he fibbed unconvincingly. You’re what, like twenty-eight, twenty-nine?

Don’t mind my friend, the other fellow said, leaning across him towards me and grinning. He’s really a nice guy. Sometimes just a bit of a dumbass.

It was a compliment! the nearer man stuttered before being abruptly rescued from his consternation by the return of the other left wing. He stumbled over the boards and onto the ice and his buddy slid over next to me.

I’m Ted, he said, extending his arm in my direction. And that’s Sam.

Kathy, I replied, bumping my glove against his by way of a handshake.

I haven’t seen you here before, he said. But before I could answer, I saw the one of the defensemen hurtling towards the boards and sprang to my feet to take his place. Ted followed hard on my heels to replace the other wing, who had just lurched, panting, over to the bench.

I hadn’t even noticed them before – possibly because I’d been too busy trying not to embarrass myself my first time on the ice in my latest new town. But now I couldn’t stop watching them skating around in front of me; two of my nameless, faceless teammates had turned into people. Of course, meeting people wasn’t always as great as it sounded, as I’d discovered in the course of my many travels. You don’t worry so much about making a good impression when you’re an unknown member of an anonymous crowd. I pondered that as I forced my legs to an inhuman effort in chasing down the next breakaway when it came. I didn’t want to