Title: Polar Reaction
Author: Claire Thompson
Release Date: April 8, 2016
Genre: M/M/M Romance
Author: Claire Thompson
Release Date: April 8, 2016
Genre: M/M/M Romance
Blurb
A passion hot enough to
melt a glacier. A love that shakes them to the core.
The savage Antarctic
winter is closing in, and three research scientists are scheduled for the last
flight out until an unexpected blizzard traps all three of them in the
compound. There’s Tuck, who only joined the project to be close to
sexy-but-straight Brendan, the man of his dreams. And Jamie, who has always admired
the other two from afar.
Thrown into a dangerous
situation, the three of them turn to each other for survival, solace and more.
As Brendan overcomes his confusion over his impulses, the trio begin a sexual
exploration that explodes into passion and unbridled lust.
Yet once the rescue
helicopter airlifts them to safety, Brendan comes to his senses, returning home
to his carefully constructed, closeted life. But there’s a Brendan-shaped hole
left behind in Tuck s and Jamie s hearts. There’s only one way to fill it by
breaking through Brendan s reserve to reclaim the man they both love."
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Excerpt
Brendan stepped out of
the bathroom just as they turned to enter. He was fully dressed, not that this
surprised Jamie. Brendan smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, which was
dark gold when wet.
Jamie hooked his thumbs
into his back pockets, aware this dragged his jeans down enough to reveal most
of the snake tattoo. He stared at Brendan, daring him to notice. Brendan’s gaze
swept over both men’s bare chests and he caught his lower lip in his teeth.
“We wondered if you were
ever coming out.” Tuck’s voice was teasing. “Looks like you’re all dressed up
and no place to go.” Tuck sidled closer to Brendan and tugged at the top button
of his outer shirt. “We turned on both heaters. You won’t need all these
layers.”
Brendan stood stiffly,
allowing Tuck to unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders. If Tuck was
aware of Brendan’s discomfiture, he gave no sign. “Let’s watch a movie. We can
use your laptop.”
They walked into the
sleeping quarters. Having something to do seemed to ease Brendan’s anxiety. He
went to the laptop and flipped open the lid. “I should check the weather too.”
He sat down and began to type. His brow furrowed and he frowned. “Fuck.” His
voice was quiet, but Jamie heard the anguish in it and glanced up sharply.
Brendan looked from him
to Tuck with a pained expression. “We lost it again. The satellite connection.”
They were all silent. What was there to say? Jamie took a deep breath and
exhaled. He was done panicking over the situation.
When he’d cried,
something he hadn’t done in years, it had somehow cleansed him, not only of his
sorrows, but of his fears. Whatever was going to happen, he wouldn’t change it
one iota by flipping out. What Tuck said was true, this was all they had.
Today, this moment, this life, this was it. No dress rehearsal, no do overs.
He looked from blond,
sexy Brendan to dark, handsome Tuck and smiled, surprised that his calm wasn’t
forced. He shrugged. “We know they’re monitoring the situation. They aren’t
going to forget about us. It’s not like they could get through now anyway. We
might as well relax and enjoy the time we have together, right?”
Tuck’s expression eased,
the worried pucker between his eyebrows smoothing. “You’re right, Jamie.
Where’s that Southern Comfort, anyway? It’s kind of growing on me.” He turned
to Brendan. “What DVDs do we have that we haven’t already watched six hundred
times?”
“Steve had the big
collection.” Brendan paused, pursing his lips. “I actually have a few old
movies you might like.” He moved toward his cot and opened his footlocker,
rummaging through piles of rumpled clothing. He held up a DVD case. “How about
this? A classic.”
“What is it?” Tuck asked.
“Lawrence of Arabia.”
Tuck raised his eyebrows.
“With Peter O’Toole?”
“Yep.”
“That’s a great movie.”
Jamie, not familiar with
the movie and barely aware of who Peter O’Toole was, perked up. “Who, Lawrence
of Arabia or Peter O’Toole?”
Tuck laughed. “Lawrence,
though O’Toole was awfully convincing…” Jamie found himself more
interested in the movie.
Brendan popped the DVD
into the laptop and turned it toward the sofa, their usual spot for watching
movies. Tuck touched his bandage and made a face. “I think I should probably
lie down, don’t you? Why don’t we set up the laptop so we can see it from my
cot? We can keep this double bed setup.”
“Yes, of course. I’m
sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Brendan shifted the card table so it was facing the
cots, while Tuck winked at Jamie, who grinned. The situation was funny in a
way, the two of them plotting to seduce the straight guy, everyone tiptoeing
around what they knew was going to happen.\\
Jamie still held himself
back. He wasn’t going to push himself between those two, but he wouldn’t be a
jerk either, playing hard to get. He’d just go with the flow and see where it
took him. He busied himself with pouring portions of the sweet, strong liquor
into the juice glasses. Tuck, meanwhile, rearranged the pillows so they were
resting against the wall.
The three of them settled
in, leaning back against the pillows, their drinks in hand. By unspoken
agreement, Jamie and Tuck lay on either side of Brendan. They watched the movie
awhile, sipping their drinks. After their second round, they set their glasses
aside and focused on the film, which so far, to Jamie’s surprise, was pretty
good for something made forty-five years before.
“Hey, ” Jamie observed.
“That O’Toole guy actually looks like you, Brendan.”
“You think so?” Brendan
shrugged.
“He does look like you.”
Tuck turned from the screen to examine Brendan’s features. “It’s your wavy
hair. And also the sensual mouth and the strong jaw line.” He ran a finger
along Brendan’s jaw. Jamie watched, fascinated, as Brendan actually shivered to
Tuck’s touch.
Jamie scooted closer so
his leg was touching Brendan’s. He dared to drop his hand to Brendan’s thigh.
Brendan turned toward him, his gaze moving from Jamie’s hand to his face.
Tuck’s hand appeared on Brendan’s other thigh. Brendan’s head whipped in his
direction.
Tuck’s voice was
soothing. “Relax, Bren. We aren’t going to eat you. We just want to touch you.
To explore a little. That’s okay, isn’t it? We all agree we want this, right?”
“Yeah.” Brendan’s voice
was soft. He allowed Tuck to push at his shoulder until he was lying flat
between them. On the screen, Lawrence appeared over the top of a huge simmering
sand dune, his white robe whipping in the wind, but Jamie stopped even
pretending to pay attention.
He slid down beside
Brendan, moving his hand along Brendan’s thigh to his crotch. Boldly, he cupped
the inviting bulge, delighted to feel it harden beneath his fingers. He met
Tuck’s eye and they smiled complicity. However nervous Brendan was, he wanted
this.
About The Author
Claire Thompson is a New York Times and USA Today
bestselling author who has been writing for nearly two decades, and has
published over 60 novels. She writes BDSM romance and non-con abduction tales,
spanning both m/f and m/m genres.
Her love affair is with all things D/s
(Dominance/submission). Her work began
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