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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Bianca's on the search to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend Ty this Christmas. But then she discovers a hidden stash of gay male porn under his side of the bed. Stunned, and scared, she needs to find out if Ty's more interested in men than in her. She arranges an illicit night for Ty with her handsome gay co-worker Brendan. To her astonishment and delight, the night turns into a menage-a-trois, and all three lovers end up benefiting from this special gift.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2007 2007
eBookwise Release Date: January 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Words: 14849
Reading time: 42-59 min.

"Ashley Ladd creates electrifying romance. She has written a sizzling menage filled with hot and steamy sex scenes ... I thoroughly enjoyed this story, and would recommend it for anyone who likes menage."--Melissa Kammer, NovelTalk

Christmas lights twinkled around the edges of the frosted windows, filling Bianca Abbott with a merry glow. Her distorted reflection refracted off shiny Christmas tree bulbs as she strung strands of newly popped popcorn threaded with cranberries through the pine needles.

Joyously she hummed along with her favourite Christmas carols as sung by Elvis, her foot tapping along to the steady beat that filled the tiny apartment. The scent of pine mingled with the sugar cookies baking in the oven and the gingerbread cookie candle burning nearby.

The clock chimed seven and Bianca wondered when Ty would come swaggering through the front door. He'd probably stopped after work to pick up more gifts and would stagger in with his arms loaded with wrapped Christmas presents for his huge family and perhaps some for her.

She worried her lower lip with her teeth. She had yet to find the perfect gift for him. This year she'd promised herself she wouldn't cop out with anything lame like a tie or power tools. This year, she wanted something special for him. But what?

Pondering what would be special enough for her man, she donned Santa Claus oven mitts and removed the cookies from the oven. Sniffing ravenously, she was well pleased that the slightly browned figures of reindeers, snowmen, angels, and other Christmas figures had turned out just as she liked them.

The oven clock buzzed, reminding her that Ty wasn't home yet. The timer ticked loudly in her ears reminding her there were only two days left until Christmas Eve and she wasn't prepared. She muttered under her breath, "Maybe I should just wrap my naked bod in a big red bow." Except she'd already done that...

The dryer stopped and she took the clean laundry into the bedroom. As a freshly laundered sheet lay atop the load in the basket, she decided to change the bed. Since the mattress hadn't been turned for many months, she flipped it over. She lifted the mattress wondering if she shouldn't have waited for Ty to help her. Her thought evaporated as a glossy magazine toppled to the floor smacking her foot.

"Ouch!" Dropping the mattress, she bent to retrieve the publication. At this angle, she spied several more stuffed further under the bed. "Looks like I found Ty's Playboys..."

Her vision sharpened on the naked bodies. Her heart skipped several beats and she couldn't breathe as she flipped from page to page of nude male partners without a single female looking back. "These aren't Playboys..."

At least, the issue in hand didn't show any females. Perhaps the others did. Still breathless, her pulse erratic, Bianca dropped to her knees and grabbed a second magazine. She found more of the same. Hot, muscular men kissed, caressed, and heatedly stroked one another. There wasn't a woman in the bunch.

The shiny page seemed to burn her fingers and she tossed the erotic images to the floor. What did this mean..."

Quaking, she yanked out the other magazines and with shaky fingers and even shakier breath, checked them out. They were all the same. All naked men wrapped romantically about one another. "What are you doing here?" she whispered in shock to the magazines, afraid to think the unthinkable but unable to stop herself. These gay photos would turn a straight man's stomach, wouldn't they? Only a gay or bi-sexual man would get off on such photographs. A straight man wouldn't have anything to do with gay porn, not even if his favourite brother asked.

Unwelcome doubt slammed against her ribs and her stomach twisted into knots as she wondered what this would mean to her relationship with Ty. She'd heard of men who denied they were gay for years--even to themselves. Yet, they couldn't deny their forbidden lusts and secretly, they would ogle porn just like this. Some stayed hidden in the closet until long after they'd married a woman, and were raising several children with her. Eventually, they couldn't lie to themselves anymore, and they'd leave their wife for their gay lover.

It would be far better if she found out now, if her heart was broken before she had to contend with the added heartache of children and a divorce. Wryly, she laughed at her dreams of a happily-ever-after with her hero. Silly her. She'd hoped he'd pop the big question on the holiday. Now...

Several moments ticked by. Or was it hours as her thoughts ran amuck? Was Ty engaging in a forbidden tryst with his male lover? Is that why he was so often unaccountable for hours?

Her vision blurred. Her temples pounded. Gulping in a deep breath, she shook her head and balled up her fists. "No! You can't be Ty's. There's got to be another explanation."

But what?

She sank to the bed and massaged her aching forehead as she groped for reason amidst the sea of confusion.

They lived alone. No one had visited in eons.

They'd bought the bed brand new.

Then a ray of hope lit her soul and a relieved laugh bubbled off her lips. "He's hiding them for a friend. That's it."

Peeking at the images again, she was unexpectedly touched by the romantic, effusive kisses and loving gazes captured on the pages. It amazed her how affectionately the men held one another. She hadn't expected that. Rather, if she'd ever given a thought to what a gay couple did in bed, she pictured hot, wet, and wild sex.