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Book Info

Title: Threepeat

Series: Secrets book 3

Author: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Published:  21 August 

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Length: 366 Pages

Keywords : Romance, BDSM, Threesomes, MMM,

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 Can two Doms open their hearts again for a young man desperately in need of their help?

Two years ago, Aaron Greene and Sam Thompson were devastated when their submissive broke the contract that bound the three of them together. They still wonder what happened and whether they can find a way to move forward. When Aaron finds a sick young man by the curbside, his protective instincts kick in, and after consulting Sam, he takes Tim home.

After being thrown out of his home, Tim Waterman finds himself on the street, doing whatever he needs to survive. Until a bear of a Good Samaritan scoops him up and saves him. Then one bear becomes two, and a chance discovery gets him thinking about what might be, if he’s bold enough to make a move.

So what happens when Aaron and Sam wake up one morning to find Tim naked in their bed? Will they get a new chance at life, or will history Threepeat itself?


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Exclusive Excerpt

Sam awoke to the unfamiliar sensation of Aaron in his arms, spooned up against him. It didn’t happen often, but it never failed to give Sam a thrill. Holding Aaron so intimately always gave him the feeling of being needed. Sam leaned in to kiss him on the neck, but froze when an unaccustomed scent filled his nostrils.


It wasn’t Aaron’s.


Sam jerked back and opened his eyes. There, in the middle of their bed, lay Tim. Sam gingerly lifted the duvet and discovered that it was a very naked Tim.


What the hell?


Then a rush of concern filled him. Had Tim been sleepwalking or something?


As quietly as he could, Sam slipped out of bed and walked around to the other side, where he put his hand on Aaron’s shoulder. When Aaron blinked and opened his mouth to speak, Sam put a finger over his lips, then pointed to the middle of the bed. Aaron cautiously turned his head. His eyes widened, and he scrambled out of the bed. He rushed over to the chair and grabbed his robe. He beckoned for Sam to follow him as he headed for the en suite. Once inside, he pushed the door closed before facing Sam, his eyes still huge.


“What’s he doing in here?” Aaron whispered.


“No idea. I just woke up and found him there.”


“Why the hell is he naked?”


Sam rolled his eyes. “I repeat—I just woke up.”


Aaron scraped his fingers across his scalp. “So what do we do now? I don’t want him to be embarrassed or anything. He shouldn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward about this.”


“I don’t.” Tim’s quiet voice was clearly audible.


Aaron stiffened, and Sam pushed open the door. “Showtime,” he whispered. They walked over to the bed, where Tim sat up, rubbing his eyes.


“Why are you in here?” Aaron demanded.


Tim swallowed. He grimaced, one hand gripping the duvet, the other across his chest. Sam’s gut twisted to see such uncertainty. “I’m sorry,” Tim whispered. “I thought… I mean I wanted to… I’m sorry.” He got out of bed and ran past them, stark naked, his feet thudding on the stairs as he went to his room.


Sam winced when, above their heads, a door slammed. “Nice move,” he grumbled.


“I’m sorry. He surprised me.” Aaron’s tone was apologetic.


“You weren’t the only one. But we didn’t need to scare the kid.”


Aaron’s face fell. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to. What do we do now?”


Sam sighed. “What we should have done—talk to him. Why don’t you go downstairs? I’ll go see him.”


“I’ll start some coffee. I think we’re going to need it.”


Sam winced. “I’d rather you didn’t. Why don’t you look over your next project or something? I think it would be safer for everyone concerned.”


With a roll of his eyes, Aaron made his way to the bathroom. Before he closed the door, he turned to Sam. “Tell him I’m sorry, will you?”


“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay,” Sam promised. Though after Tim’s hasty exit, he hoped it was one he could keep.


Taking a deep breath, Sam made his way up the stairs to Tim’s room. He raised his hand to knock at the door but paused when he caught the sound of crying. Damn it. Sam’s heart ached. Tentatively he pushed the door open and froze when he saw Tim gathering things and throwing them into a bag.


“Where are you going?”


Tim gave a start but recovered quickly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t think….”


Sam walked over to him and put a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. No one is angry. We were surprised. That’s all.” He attempted a grin. “It’s not every day we find a cute boy in our bed.”


Tim turned away, and Sam stepped closer, peering into the bag. Inside were a few clothes that he and Aaron had bought for Tim, plus packets of crackers, a jar or two of peanut butter, a few hygiene products, and the empty bottles from the pills Nick had given him.


“What’s all this?” He reached into the bag and pulled out one of the jars. He and Aaron rarely ate peanut butter, but when Tim had asked if he could have some, they’d bought it.


“Just stuff,” Tim said with a shrug.


His nonchalance might have convinced Sam but for the pinched expression, the tightness of the muscles in Tim’s arms, and the sadness in his eyes. We caused that. So much for swearing he never wanted to see that pained expression on Tim’s face again.


Sam held up the jar. “Can you tell me why you have this up here?”


He knew why, though. He’d heard the stories at the shelter of people who hoarded food, fearing they would lose everything again. He knew that Tim had worried, but he never realized it was that bad.


“I just…. It’s not important. Keep it.”


Tremors rippled through him, and Sam’s stomach twisted into a knot. “Tim.” When Tim wouldn’t acknowledge him, Sam moved closer until he could feel the warmth from Tim’s body. “Tim? It’s okay.”


Tim shook his head and stepped away from him.


Sam sat on the edge of the bed. “Can you tell me why you’re packing?”


Tim sniffed. “I didn’t mean to make Aaron angry. I thought… it doesn’t matter what I thought. Tell him I’m sorry.” Tim hefted the bag onto his shoulder, then turned a sad glance back toward Sam. “Thank you for everything.”


Sam reached out and gripped Tim’s bicep firmly. Panic welled within him at the thought of Tim back out on the streets where they couldn’t protect him. His chest tightened and his stomach tensed.


“Where do you think you’re going? You have a job to do. We haven’t had breakfast yet.” Sam did his best to keep the conversation light, praying Tim would respond.


When Tim burst into tears, Sam’s heart plummeted.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you problems. I thought… I mean, I saw… please, just let me go. I won’t bother you anymore.”


Sam pulled Tim into a hug, holding Tim against him. He needed Tim to hear him, but in the state he was in, Sam wasn’t sure that was possible. “Tim, relax. No one is angry. You startled us. That’s all. We just want to know what’s going on. I swear. We don’t want you to leave. We love having you here.”


Tim shook his head harshly.


Sam cupped his chin with one hand, lifting it so Tim’s gaze met his. “Yes, we do. I think you know me by now. If I didn’t want to have you here, I’d ask you to leave. I’m not that nice a guy.”


Tim tried to pull away again, but Sam kept hold of him.


“Talk to me, please. Let me know what’s going on in your head.”


Tim sagged, his entire weight held by Sam’s arms. “I know about Seb,” he said, so softly that Sam had to strain to hear him. His face was buried in Sam’s neck.


“What about him?” Sam did his best not to react. How in the world…?


Tim shuddered, then looked up. He focused on Sam’s face, as though he was searching for answers. “The three of you were in a relationship.”


Sam went with it. “That’s right. Am I missing something here? We never hid that fact. We just… we don’t talk about it much.” Had they ever talked about it in front of Tim?


Tim stood and went to the desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out a familiar leather binder. His hands shook as he gave it to Sam. “I found this while I was cleaning,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to hide it, but… I wanted to know what it meant.”


Memories came unbidden. Sam remembered clearly the day he’d filed it away. His heart had begun putting up walls as the drawer closed, walls he’d just started to realize that Tim had been doing his best to get through.

“What’s this about, Tim?”


“I thought… maybe, if you and Aaron were willing, that I could be part of your family. I mean, I know I’m probably not like Seb, but I’ve been reading up and watching videos. I learned a lot, and I think I could make you happy. I mean, if you’ll let me.”


The words finally sank in, and Sam stared at Tim’s earnest expression. He wasn’t sure what to say. He and Aaron had gotten used to the idea of taking care of Tim, realizing he would never belong to them.


Now? He was offering himself up.


Sam decided to tread carefully. “Do you even know what that means?”

Tim bit his lower lip, and Sam groaned. He loved nibbling on a lover’s lip, making it red and swollen.


“I’ve been online, looking up a few things. I went through everything in the folder and researched it.” Tim spoke hesitantly, but he seemed genuine.


It wasn’t often that Sam was thrown for a loop. Swiftly, he thought of how best to proceed. Then he realized he couldn’t do this alone.


“I want you to sit here and wait for us to call you. Can you do that for me?”

Tim nodded.


That response might have been enough, once upon a time, but this was a whole new situation. “That’s not an answer. When you’re asked a question, a verbal response is the only one allowed. There needs to be no misunderstanding about what an answer means. Now, can you sit here and wait for us to call you? I need to talk with Aaron and let him know what’s going on.”


Tim blinked, then straightened. “Yes, I can do that.”


Sam smiled and ruffled Tim’s hair. “Get that look off your face. For the last time, we are not angry with you, but you have to know this is a surprise, right?” He gave Tim a half smile.


Tim sighed. “I couldn’t figure out another way to let you know that I was willing.”


Sam bit back a full smile. “How about asking us to sit down, telling us what you found, and then asking questions?”


Tim’s brow scrunched. “I thought about that, but I didn’t think I could get through without chickening out. I decided that if I got in bed with you, that was a pretty decisive move. And….”




Tim’s expression softened. “As soon as I got in bed, you wrapped your arm around me. I’d never been held like that before. It felt… wonderful. I guess I just got all warm and comfortable, and fell asleep. If I’m honest, last night was the first time I realized that everything here wasn’t a dream.”


Holy shit. Tim knew all the right things to say. His words were tugging every heartstring Sam possessed. The need to comfort him surged through Sam, his arms aching to hold Tim, but he needed to talk to Aaron first.


“None of this is a dream. And I promise, one way or another, we’ll figure something out. Okay?”




Sam peered around the room. “While I’m gone, why not work on your knitting? Keep your mind occupied. I might be a while.”


“I can do that.”


Sam cupped his cheek. “And just because I don’t call you right away does not mean you have anything to panic about, all right? I mean it… this might take a little time, but that’s as it should be. This is important.” Sam released Tim, turned, and left the room, closing the door behind him. He slumped against the frame and scrubbed a hand over his face.


I certainly didn’t see this coming.


After a few deep breaths to calm himself, he headed down to the kitchen. Aaron was staring at the coffeepot. He jerked his head up as Sam entered. “You okay? And Tim? How is he?”


Aaron’s concern was like a solid, living thing. Sam was certain he’d wanted to bolt up the stairs to find Tim, to see for himself that everything was fine. With that thought, snippets of conversation came back to him. Marie saying the two of them already wanted Tim to be theirs. Vic telling him the reason they hadn’t been to the club wasn’t because Tim was settling in—it was more that he and Aaron would never step out on someone they….




Someone they loved.



 Author Bio


 K.C Wells


I've always written, right from an early age. I was always writing stories as a child, and as I grew up, I had the idea of writing a novel, like so many people do. Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter.... K.C. now writes full time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.


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Parker Williams


Happily Ever After Comes With A Pricetag Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family. Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.



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