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*BLOG TOUR, Review, Excerpt & Giveaway* How to Love (San Amaro Singles #2) by Kelly Jamieson

July 8, 2013

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Relationship, no…but threesome, hell yes!

San Amaro Singles, Book 2

Ever since Jules’s new neighbor moved in, she’s been undressing him in her mind. Mike is the fresh inspiration she needs to make her erotic photography studio a success, if she can convince him and his equally buff roommate, Carlos, to strip for her lens. And maybe indulge in a little off-camera fun as well.

But Jules isn’t too worried. She doesn’t do relationships, but she loves men and sex—and in her experience, most men are okay with that.

Judging from the raw emotions leaping from the images in Jules’s gallery, Mike senses there’s a lot going on beneath her flirtatious, slightly cynical exterior. He and Carlos are happy in their committed relationship, but they’ve always felt there’s a piece missing. They want a woman. Jules could be that woman.

A threesome with two committed men? Sounds like an emotionally risk-free dream come true for Jules. But when they make it clear they want more, her deepest fears push to the surface, straining bonds forged in incredible heat to the breaking point…

***Warning: The book features two hot men brave enough to climb cliffs, strip naked for erotic photographs, have sex in a portrait studio and on a cliff, and who have the courage to teach a commitment-phobic woman how to love.

My Review:

Let me say, I am packing my bags and moving to Sam Amaro now! First Matt/Corey/Dylan in With Strings Attached and now we meet the new neighbors down the way…Jules/Mike/Carlos.  What do they put in the water down there? I need to find out and have that stuff bottled or pumped into MY house.

In With Stings Attached, book one in the San Amaro singles series, we meet Jules Stockwood briefly. We know she is best friends with Matt’s little sister Neve and that she has a reputation to rival Rizzo from Grease.

How to Love is told in the perspective of our threesome; Jules is a free spirited, free loving independent photographer with her own studio in San Amaro. She primarily focuses her craft on natural landscapes but lately, her latest focus is on nudes. When she meets her new neighbor Mike Lacasse, she is instantly attracted and so is he. Jules wants to photograph him of course, who wouldn’t and possibly explore a bit more but the thing that Jules doesn’t know about Mike; he is in a relationship with Carlos, his “roommate” and best friend. The pull between Jules and Mike is undeniably strong so it’s a good thing Carlos is okay with Mike being with someone else or better yet sharing her with him.

While we know that Jules is open minded we also learn the yin to her yang is that she  is also closed off. Sex is fine but relationships are a drag. She doesn’t do them, doesn’t have time for them but her reasons for avoiding relationships run strong and deep within her and she doesn’t like sharing them. She would rather skirt the issue at hand, the real feelings, with sex than deal with it.

I had no respect for boys who I could get to do whatever I wanted. Guys in high school were easy to manipulate. It was easy to manipulate them because of how I looked. I knew what they wanted. I knew hot to get what I wanted.

Carlos and Mike are in a committed relationship but they have always been looking for “the one” to fully complete them. Maybe Jules is it? If she could just get out of her head and into their…well you know where this is leading.

He and Carlos had to have the most bizarre relationship. How many other people in the world would understand this? Half the time he didn’t himself. But it worked for them.

The dynamic between this triad is not felt right away. We get the connection, the attraction and the friendship that turns into a relationship (regardless of the want of certain participants) with Mike and Jules as we tries to woo her slowly before he tells her the truth about his “friendship” with Carlos but as Mike starts to fall for Jules the lines get blurred. Mike is falling hard, Jules is confused and Carlos finally gets to dance the dance and wants this to move on. Can they move on? Will Jules open up and let this happen or will she run at the first mention of commitment?  She can barely handle one man but two? You have to put the training wheels on before you can ride, test runs are a must…can I toss any other cliché’s out there? No, just know this…

Tonight it wasn’t just her and Mike, it was her and Mike and Carlos.

“Oh,” she sighed. “I want to see you two together.”

“You will.” Mike promised her with a kiss to her mouth.

“Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Show me you’re a couple.”

So, where were we? Ah…Jules is all for a threesome but once again, she does not do relationships. Through pointed edges and repressed feelings this threesome comes together and comes together and well, just comes, but when emotions bubble up to the surface and spill out, the three sides fall apart and no one is safe.  How can a delicate relationship flourish if they don’t give it a chance?

Her easy acceptance of their relationship had charmed t hem, but even more than that, her excitement and pleasure at being with them had blown them away. She was amazing. They had never met a woman like her and he was almost afraid to let himself hope.

The guy who wasn’t afraid of anything was afraid to hope.

How to Love was a great read. Of course I have a thing for m/m action but tossing a girl in the middle can only be a plus and this author knows how to write a good sexual sammich. Goodness, does she ever.  But the sex, while it was hot, sensual and full of steam it was not the focal point of the book. Deep down, under all the bodies How to Love was simply, a lesson to be learned. A lesson of love; how to love and how to let yourself be loved. With Jules, Carlos and Mike and the journey together as a threesome, as two couples and as individuals they learn to accept one another for who they truly are as well as accept themselves with faults and all and learn to love.

Love is scary. But it’s love that makes us strong.


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I had to ask Ms. Jameison: What do you think is the biggest misconception readers have with a ménage relationship? Do you often have to explain the difference between a ménage and a threesome?

Lucky for you and for me, she gave us a great answer and post on the topic.

Misconceptions readers have about ménage relationships is a great topic. Yes, there is a difference between a threesome and a ménage à trois, but honestly, I’ve been guilty myself of using these terms interchangeably. Also guilty of using “ménage” as a shortcut for ménage à trois. Often, any book that features a “threesome” is called a “ménage” romance but there is a difference.

Everyone knows what a threesome is – two girls and a guy, or two guys and a girl have sex. One time. Maybe more.  Probably more likely to be two girls and a guy. Ultimate guy fantasy, right? Ultimate girl fantasy – well, let’s be honest and say some girls might be curious, but many might enjoy being the center of attention of two guys. But how many guys are going to accept another man into their bed? And how many of those are going to interact with that man in bed?

A ménage à trois however, is a relationship, a French term which originally described a domestic arrangement in which three people having sexual relations live together in the same home. Literally translated, it means “household of three”. Three people living together in a relationship.

This is not a new concept. Simone de Beauvoir believed that “there can be no equality between the sexes, only conflict” and believed that monogamy leads to cheating, so her solution was to live within a ménage à trois. This was also the case with Anaïs Nin. Her husband Hugo knew she slept with Henry Miller but accepted it because of the sexual and artistic awakening it brought her. This was also the case with the ménage between Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady and Neal’s wife Carolyn. Kerouac lived with Carolyn when Neal was touring, with Cassady’s permission and encouragement. People have speculated as to whether Jack and Neal were also lovers. Cassady was apparently the inspiration for Dean Moriarty, the hero in Kerouac’s novel On the Road. Check out these five awesome ménage à trois relationships:

And in current times, there is much speculation about Tilda Swinton and her two lovers.

I’ve written stories about threesomes that happen once or twice (or more) like Conference Call, With Strings Attached, Love Me, Love Me More and Lost and Found, as well as books with a ménage à trois where the three end up in a loving committed relationship (One Wicked Night, Rule of Three, 2 Hot 2 Handle, and my latest release How to Love). In those stories, the relationships are a true triad, in that the men love each other as well as the woman. So far, I haven’t written a ménage à trois where the men “share” the woman but don’t have a relationship with each other… but now that I’ve said that, I think that might be something to work on…  :o)

***Kelly is giving away a tour grand prize of a $50 Amazon/B&N/Kobo gift card, winner’s choice***

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~Explicit Excerpt~

“Okay, Jules?” Mike moved up behind her and his body heat radiated through her T-shirt. He set his hands on her waist and rubbed his face on her hair. She nodded. Carlos stepped in front of her, now wearing only a snug pair of black boxer briefs, and started to unbutton her jeans. Mike slid her T-shirt up over her ribcage, nudging her arms, and she raised them so he could lift the T-shirt over her head. A delicious warmth filled her, her limbs going heavy, her eyes falling closed as their hands brushed over her body, removing her clothes. Mike’s chest pressed up against her back, hot and hard, his hands sliding around over her stomach, holding her, so carefully. Carlos helped her step out of her jeans, then stood before her. He lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her mouth, and she sank into the dream, into sensation, heat and touch, whispered sighs and soft breaths, the taste of Carlos on her tongue, her lips. His lips were fuller than Mike’s, his kisses different but both so sexy. Mike’s hand slid lower down her belly, resting just above her panties, right where she ached deep inside, his mouth finding the side of her neck and laying hot, open-mouthed kisses there. “Too much,” she moaned, almost overwhelmed by their two big bodies, all heat and muscle, their hands, their mouths. “Oh baby,” whispered Carlos. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” “I think that’s a song.” He smiled. “It is. A great song.” Mike snorted behind her. “Bachman Turner Overdrive? Seriously? That is not a seductive bedroom song.” “Sure it is. I’d sing it for you, but…” “Christ, no.” Jules let her head fall back on Mike’s shoulder, amusement filtering through her once again. “I’m a good singer,” Carlos continued, bending to kiss her throat, then drag his tongue down her chest. “I’m sure you are,” she murmured. Her breasts tightened and sensation cascaded over her. “No, he isn’t.” Mike nibbled her ear lobe. “He’s a terrible singer. That never stops him, though.” “Sssh,” Carlos said, nuzzling the inner curve of one breast, making her breath catch in her throat. “This is not the time to discuss my vocal abilities.” Her nipples tingled in anticipation of his touch, and she lifted heavy arms to slide her fingers into his short hair. “This is about Jules.” “Oh.” That was so nice. So, so nice. Between the two of them, every nerve ending in her body buzzed, Mike’s fingers playing with the edge of her panties, Carlos rubbing his beard against the skin between her breasts. She let her fingers slide through the roughness of Carlos’s short hair. He nibbled at the upper curves of her breasts above the edge of her bra and she arched her back in response. Mike lifted a hand to cup her chin, pulling her head back even farther so he could kiss her mouth, deeply, hungrily. She moaned. So much sensation, everywhere, surrounding her, consuming her with almost unbearable sweetness, pressure and need building low inside her. Her knees were weakening again. Carlos reached around behind her to unfasten her bra, releasing her swelling breasts from the cups. She dropped her arms to let it slide off, still leaning back into Mike’s embrace, her nipples tightening even more at the air brushing over them. “Oh, Jules,” Carlos whispered, cupping her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “You’re so beautiful.” She couldn’t respond, blood pulsing hotly though her veins, her head spinning from it all. His gentle touches on her nipples, brushing his palms across them, had pleasure rippling through her, nipples so tight and aching she couldn’t stand it. She drifted in an erotic haze of mindless sensation. Her entire body quivered and she made a needy little sound into Mike’s mouth.


About the Author:

Kelly Jamieson

Kelly Jamieson is a best-selling author of over twenty-five romance novels and novellas. Her writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and “blisteringly sexy”.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 9, 2013 2:29 am

    This sounds like a great read and I cannot wait to read this. Thank you for the amazing giveaway!!!

  2. July 9, 2013 6:45 am

    Thanks for having me here today, and thank you for reading and reviewing my book!

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