Finding Mr. Rights: MMF Menage Romance

By Eva Moon

Is reality TV ready for a hot fling between a curvy BBW, her bisexual best friend, and the sexy television host?

Emma Lawrence is a hard-working waitress, but her life is in a rut. She's been denying her feelings for her best friend, Aaron Reid, for years. To keep her mind—and her hands—off him, it helps to fantasize about men she could never have. Men like Grayson Pierce, the sexy-as-sin host of the Finding Mr. Right television dating show. But her luck changes when she wins the chance to be on the show and brings Aaron along with her to Hollywood. Emma promises to stop being so reserved and finally to let herself go wild. But why is she still so jealous when Aaron is paired with a notorious cougar? And when she sees Grayson flirting with Aaron, why does her heart start pounding so fast? Aaron's her best friend, but maybe a celebrity host from a melodramatic TV show can finally break down the barriers holding them back from their desires...

Grayson Pierce has it all: fame, incredible wealth, and the celebrity life. But the ratings for his successful show have been slipping. He needs to juice them up again with some drama. The beautiful, curvy Emma and her hot, bi best friend are the key to ratings gold. There's only one problem: he finds himself attracted to not one but both of the show's new contestants. In fact, he wants them both for himself. All he has to do is make sure to pair Aaron and Emma with incompatible romantic partners on the show, watch the fireworks, then swoop in and make his move. Only things aren't that easy. The drama he's set in motion might pull both Emma and Aaron into a scorching-hot threesome with him, but the same fireworks now threaten to tear their new love apart.

Reader note: contains MMF bisexual menage romance, BBW heroines, billionaires, hot romance elements, male male love, and a happily ever after

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Feb 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215086933

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Emma

Finally! I tucked black hair behind my ear and adjusted the dark shirt and slacks that I wore every day for work. My shift was over, and I was ready to grab a drink and hang out with my best friend, Aaron Reid. We worked in the same restaurant, and both of us looked tired. I say that, but Aaron still looked amazing. He was tall but on the lean side. I could still see muscles under the black T-shirt that he wore… For a minute, I had to bite my lip. He shoved dusty blond hair out of his deep chocolate eyes. If we weren’t besties, I’d be all over that.

He plopped down at the bar next to me and ordered a beer from Natalie, the bartender. How was your night?

I shrugged. All right I guess. I pulled my tips out and shook my head. I’m still going to be short on rent this month. Again. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it.

I tossed my phone on the bar after calculating everything to be sure I was correct. Yep, late again. There was nothing I could do about it. I reached over and turned the radio up a little bit, so I could hear the song that was playing. It was catchy, and it took my mind off being ridiculously broke. Aaron slid his beer to me and ordered another.

You didn’t have to do that.

Ah, be quiet and drink it.

I smiled. You’re the best.

If you’re hard up for cash I can give you a few more shifts. I’m sure I can find them somewhere. God knows there’s no shortage of people trying to call off on the weekends.

Are you saying that I don’t have a life and can therefore work weekends?

That’s exactly what I’m saying.

I slapped his arm. Don’t be a dick.

Sorry, sorry. I mean it though. I can find you some more shifts if you need them.

I smiled. Aaron was always trying to look out for me. He was a shift manager, and I knew he would do what he could, but I also didn’t want him to have to overextend himself trying to find me extra shifts. He took a swig from his beer as I peered at him out of the corner of my eye. I drank from mine too. The taste was tangy and weird. I wasn’t used to drinking beer, but I didn’t mind it every once in a while. It wasn’t the taste that I was after anyway. I wanted to relax and feel better.

Hey, baby. Let me buy you something better than a beer.

I glanced to my left. A guy I’d never seen before had sat down and was staring me up and down shamelessly. My ample figure seemed to have caught his attention. It wasn’t like I could help those things. I was a big girl, and it often came with the territory. So did creeps like him with cheesy pickup lines.

He grinned. My brain raced. I hated being put in situations like that because I never knew what to say. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but my mouth seemed to have shut and wouldn’t open again. And then I felt an arm around my shoulders, warm, and comforting.

She’s with me, Aaron said.

Mr. Cheesy glanced past me to Aaron. I shivered. The guy looked between the two of us, picked up his beer, and shrugged before he disappeared. I sighed. A huge weight felt like it had been lifted from my shoulders. Although the weight of Aaron’s arm still lingered there. I grinned at him.

He’s gone, you know, I grinned. I don’t think you have to keep protecting me.

Oh, this? It’s in case he decides to come back. You never know. He might have spies waiting for me to take my arm off you and leave you open and vulnerable. I have to make it look convincing.

I laughed. Oh is that what you’re doing? I thought you were just being a perv.

Aaron pressed his free hand to his chest, his mouth agape in mock surprise. Me? A pervert? How dare you.

I chuckled. I’m watching you.

The radio DJ caught my attention. I shushed Aaron to be quiet.

That was Angie Dallas singing ‘At It Again.’ And now it’s time for another chance to win that contest everyone’s talking about. Be the tenth caller, and your name will be added to our drawing for a spot on the hit celebrity dating show, Finding Mr. Right. That’s right, folks. Pick up those phones, dial in, and win a chance to meet the super-hot Grayson Pierce, and maybe even meet your celebrity soul mate. The grand prize for the show’s winning couple is a whopping $100,000, plus a fabulous, month-long round-the-world trip for two, perfect for a honeymoon with your celebrity Mr. Right. So come on ladies—and guys too, if that’s your thing—be my tenth caller and win your chance in our drawing for a spot on Finding Mr. Right. You do not want to miss out on this one.

I snatched my phone off the bar. My fingers flew over the screen as I typed in the number at expert speed. Busy signal. I tried again. Busy signal.

You’re not seriously trying to win tickets to that thing, are you? Aaron asked.

It’s not tickets, dummy. It’s a chance to be in the drawing for a spot on the show.

You’re never going to get through. I’m sure there’s a ton of other people that want to get those tickets as much as you do.

I rolled my eyes. Not tickets, Aaron.

Finding Mr. Right was one of my favorite TV shows. It was a classic matchmaking show but with hot celebrities, tons of drama, and all those elements that made trash TV so appetizing. Catty competitors. Spoiled stars. It was so me. Besides, I hadn’t traveled to Hollywood ever. New York was great, but Hollywood was the stuff of star-struck dreams.

WEVA 99—you’re the tenth caller. What’s your name?

I stared at the phone a moment before I realized the DJ was talking to me. I screamed like an idiot.

The DJ laughed. "Aaaagh is a little hard to spell. Do you have another name we can enter into our drawing for a spot on Finding Mr. Right?"

Aaron and Natalie just stared at me with their mouths open.

I-I’m Emma. Am I really the tenth caller?

You sure are, Emma. Congratulations, you’ve won a spot as one of our finalists. We’re going to select the winner from a random drawing this Friday at nine pm, so be sure to tune in and listen to us then. Can you do that?

Yeah, of course I can, I babbled excitedly. Thank you.

Good luck to you, Emma! What’s your favorite radio station?

WEVA 99! I shouted.

I tuned out as I hung up and stared at the phone. Friday at nine o’clock, I would find out if I was going to be heading to Hollywood to be on Finding Mr. Right. It seemed surreal.

I grinned at Aaron. See? Didn’t I tell you I was going to get it? It’s my destiny.

Aaron rolled his eyes. Your destiny. I’ve never heard you talk like that before in our entire lives.

Yeah, well, I’m talking about it now. Why are you being so sour about it?

I’m not being sour. I’m just saying the likelihood that you actually win this thing is slim to none. I don’t want you to get your hopes up for something that won’t happen.

I stuck my tongue out. You’re just jealous, you know that?

Natalie pushed a bowl of goldfish crackers in front of me. I never watch that show anymore. It used to be good, but it got boring.

I gasped. Take that back, or I’ll never leave you a tip again.

She chuckled. I did hear that they’re doing something different this season.

It’s going to be amazing, I said. Instead of matching up celebrities, they’re using ordinary people as contestants to be matched up with celebrities and find their soul mate.

Natalie rolled her eyes. Like I want some whiny, entitled male diva cheating on me with his next costar. I’ll pass.

They’re not all like that. They’re just people. Some suck, and some are cool.

Natalie raised her eyebrow and glanced at Aaron. Maybe you should try it too, Aaron. You never know, Grayson Pierce might like guys.

Grayson Pierce was the handsome host of the show. He was so gloriously hot. His muscles rippled whenever he was shirtless, and he seemed to be shirtless a lot. Dark, cropped black hair spiked up from his forehead and those green eyes? They were to die for. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. So of course hearing Natalie recommended him to Aaron made me glare.

If only, Aaron sighed. That’s one hunk I wouldn’t mind bending over and showing a thing or two.

I shook my finger at him. Don’t you even think about it, Aaron Reid. He’s mine, and you know it.

He grinned. What? You don’t want me moving in on your TV boyfriend?

"I will end you. Do you understand me? End you. And I won’t even care."

He waved a hand at me dismissively. You don’t have to worry about me. There’s not enough drama or sex on that show to make me remotely interested in trying to win a spot.

I hmphed. "Well, I could bring some sexy drama to that show. Or dramatic sex. Whichever."

Aaron reached over to the bar garnish tray. A moment later, he popped a maraschino cherry into his mouth. You have to remember that he’s the host, though. He’s not going to be playing. It’s not like you’re going to get a chance to get matched up with him.

Stranger things have happened.

He snorted. I highly doubt that. I’ve never heard of a single dating show where a contestant ended up with the host. Never. Your head is in the clouds again.

Fine. I like clouds. I love that show, and I adore Grayson Pierce. I’m going to see him up close and personal. Just wait.

Aaron grinned at Natalie. It’s best just to humor her, so she doesn’t get violent.

You still don’t believe me.

Not even a little bit. But I’m not going to rain on your parade.

I stuck out my tongue at him. Fine. Ye of little faith. But I don’t think I can even wait until Friday.

Aaron and Natalie shared a look. Well, I wish you the best, Em.

Me too, Natalie said.

He tapped the neck of his beer bottle against mine. The satisfying clink radiated between us before we both threw back our beers. Giddiness bubbled in my stomach like a glass of fine champagne. I knew I’d hardly be able to function over the next few days if I didn’t calm down and try to think about things rationally. I knew where Aaron was coming from.

On the one hand, he didn’t want me to get so excited that I lost sight of things.

On the other hand, I knew I was going to win. I could feel it in my bones.

I just knew it.

* * *

Aaron

I adored Emma, but sometimes her optimism drove me crazy.