Title: Over Their Heads
Series: The Deep End #2
Author: Alex Winters
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: March 1, 2024
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male, Male/Male/Female (Male/Male interaction)
Length: 103 pages
Genre: Romance, New Adult, Contemporary Women’s Fiction, Multicultural & Interracial
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Synopsis
Nash Archer may be a virgin, but as a college freshman, away from home and unsupervised for the first time, he doesn’t plan to be for long. Maybe that’s why he falls for the handsome, cocky stranger cruising him in the campus library and follows him back to the academic dorms for his first boy-on-boy action! But when he discovers that he’s just another notch on a very big belt for his sexy new lover Ridge, Nash huffs off before they can exchange numbers. He figures he’s blown his first chance at a relationship with a real live guy.
Ridge Madison feels bad about dismissing the cute freshman from the campus library, but what’s Nash to expect? That’s what cruising is, after all — fast, hot, and no strings attached. So when Nash storms off, why does Ridge move heaven and earth to find Nash to make up for things? And what will he do when he finds out Nash has already met someone else? Someone who Ridge also wants?
Tanner Sinclair can’t believe it when she finds herself stuck in the middle of the two hottest guys on campus. Ridge is her algebra tutor, a sexy stud who knows it. When he rudely dismisses his latest conquest as she arrives for her tutoring, Tanner leaves abruptly and tracks Nash down in the campus cafeteria. The two hit it off and wind up sharing a night of passion the likes of which neither of them has ever experienced before.
As three very different lives collide, passions ignite while the lovers give the term “college experience” new meaning. Will they find themselves in over their heads?
Over Their Heads (The Deep End 2)
Alex Winters
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Copyright ©2024 Alex Winters
Nash grinned lazily as the realization dawned on him. “Started something like what, exactly?”
“Something with the three of us,” she insisted, reliving the moment almost in real time. “A prom night to really remember. Cozy hotel room. Fancy clothes and lots of them to take off over time. Lots of privacy. Three young lovers sharing each other…”
“You mean,” Nash pointed out, his eyes slightly wider than before and his voice an octave or two lower as well. “Two young lovers sharing… you.”
She nodded, blushing all over. “Yeah, Nash. Something like that.”
He pulled her slightly closer, body all hard angles and warm, smooth skin. “No, not something like that, Tanner. Something exactly like that, right?”
She nodded, as if being quizzed by her professor. “Yes, Nash. Something just like that.”
“Something like what?” he teased, voice low and taunting but eyes alive and curious, like the big hands gently resting against the small of her back.
“You want me to say it? Out loud?”
“Yeah, I do. Just so it’s clear what kind of a girl I’m dancing with here.”
She nodded coyly. “Okay, then. I– I thought how nice it would be if Rudy wasn’t so drunk, but maybe just a little. And he would open his eyes, and see Lane and I standing there, all dressed up, waiting for him to come around. And he’d smile and sit up in his goofy tan tuxedo, and he’d kiss me and then– and then…”
“And then?”
“And then, of course, he’d kiss Lane.”
“Oh shit.” Nash snorted, but in a good way. His hands had grown warm against the small of her back, searing through the thin, satiny material of the slinky slip dress she wore. “Damn, girl. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Me either, actually. Until that very moment. Until that very night. Until I saw Lane so quietly undressing my date and the way the room had grown quiet and I thought, for just a moment, that it might happen.”
“And did it?”
“What, with those two goobers?” Tanner let out a playful grunt, the same way she had after Lane had tugged off her date’s jacket and smiled, triumphantly. Just before passing out right next to him, that is! She had watched them both sleep like that, for long, quiet, frustrated minutes, waiting for them to rouse. When they hadn’t, she’d grabbed the last bottle of bubbly out of the ice bucket, kicked off her heels and tromped down to the hotel pool, swishing her bare feet in the shallow end while sipping champagne alone, visions of the threesome that might have been dancing through her feverish mind.
“They weren’t exactly the adventurous types, if you know what I mean.”
“So, no threesome for Tanner?” Nash adopted a playful, smirking, almost flirty “tut-tut” tone. She took one hand off his shoulder to slap him on the chest, fit and firm beneath his Lost Lake tee. He took it, tenderly, to hold like a real dancer, swaying in place as the music played on, vintage and classy.
“Not that night,” she murmured.
“Oh?”
Tanner rushed to explain, “I mean, not never, duh. But… a girl can dream, can’t she?”
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Alex Winters is the pseudonym of a busy restaurant manager whose curious young staff would love nothing more than to follow him around the dining room reading his steamiest, most romantic passages aloud! When not writing romantic holiday stories of various heat levels, he enjoys long walks with his wife, scary movies and smooth jazz. Visit him online to see what stories are brewing up next!
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