Trice as Nice #MFRWhooks

Trice as Nice #MFRWhooks


Three souls interlocking like Borromean rings. Remove one and everything and everyone will fall apart.

After Trisha Marks-Davidson won the hearts of two smoking hot men, she poured the last of her inheritance into their business, married one, and promised the other could be the father of her firstborn child. She’s torn between the love she can’t live without and internal fears and self-doubt.

Lifelong best friends, Tommy and Ken fell for the same women and each other (though neither is willing to admit his feelings). Jealousy and insecurity test the men’s friendship, and neither of them are coping well with their growing attraction to each other.

As the tensions flare and outside expectations rise, will love be enough to bind them all together or will they buckle under the pressure to conform?


A short drive and the three reached their destination. After Ken parked, Tommy helped Trisha out of the vehicle, making sure she didn’t stumble. As they approached, her eyes widened as her lips parted. She had only visited the River Walk during the daylight hours, but the nighttime experience held a different allure. As her sandals clickity-clacked against the concrete walkway, she moved closer to the same water and seating areas she’d seen many times before, but everything seemed new and more magical. The lights strung along the roofs, patios, and the trees illuminated the sidewalk and reflected against the river, providing a golden glow. As Ken stood on one side of her, he wrapped an arm around her waist while Tommy held her hand on the opposite side.

Trisha’s heart skipped a beat and her cheeks heated from a combination of booze and embarrassment. Most of the people enjoying the atmosphere or eating outdoors beneath the umbrellas were probably tourists or military stationed at one of the several air force bases nearby or Fort Sam Houston Army base. Trisha would likely never meet most of them, and even if she did, she doubted any of them would remember her from one dimly lit evening, but she couldn’t help but feel as if many sets of eyes were staring at her.

As Tommy squeezed her hand gently, she shook off the nervous anxiety. She loved who she loved so why should she be ashamed? She looked up at her sexy blond and smiled before she turned her head and brushed her cheek against Ken’s shoulder.

When they reached the docking station, Ken paid cash for all three fares. As the ticket agent handed Ken his change, Tommy tried to help Trisha into the boat.

She placed one foot in and had nearly cleared the platform but somehow managed to smack her knee on the railing. “Ouch,” She whimpered as Tommy wrapped both arms around her waist to prevent her from stumbling. Ken hurried along beside her, taking her hands and leading her to a seat at the front of the boat.

“Only you could manage to turn over a barge built for twenty.” A playful smile spread across Ken’s face.

“I didn’t.” Trisha poked out her bottom lip.

“Yeah, but you could,” Tommy added.

“That’s not fair.” She folded her arms in front of her chest.

The men flanked her, taking their seats on either side. “Don’t pout, baby.” Tommy ran his index finger along her bottom lip. She parted them, placing a subtle kiss on the tip.

“Or do,” Ken added, dragging a finger down her spine and making her shiver.

“Are you cold, Trisha?” As Tommy’s voice resonated in her ear, her nipples hardened beneath the silky shirt she had thrown on with her boot cut jeans. Since she hadn’t expected to be out-doors, she hadn’t brought a jacket, but because of the racing of her heart, she suspected the night air had nothing to do with her condition.

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