Crux Survivors #2 is now called Sole Survivors and it’s due to release in January. This one was slated to be a novella, but the story kept going, so it’s nearly twice the length of After the Crux. The best part? You get lots of Dorian, Ross and Jenna as secondary characters. I’m still pretty nuts about that trio. š
So, here’s a small teaser to grab your interest. š

When Jenna didnāt say anything else, Keera looked back to find affection shining from her eyes as she looked across the fire.
Ross had buried his face in Dorianās neck and the younger man, eyes closed, had turned just enough to rest his cheek on Rossās forehead. Her stomach tightened, warmth flooded her chest. The love coming off this trio touched her.
āDo you ever get jealous?ā Keera bit her lip when the question popped out.
āYouād think I would, but I donāt. We just fit. I know the both of them love me as much as they love each other. But the umā¦intimacy with Ross is still pretty new.ā
āWhat do you mean? I thought you said youād been together most of your life?ā
āWe have. But Dorian and I were together sexually for years before the relationship changed. Ross thought of himself as our protector, felt he didnāt have any right to want us that way.ā
āWhat changed his mind?ā
Jenna chuckled. āWe didnāt play fair. He didnāt have a chance. My only regret is not doing something like that five years ago. So, youāll have to excuse us. Weāre still in the honeymoon phase.ā
Keera could not imagine what it would be like to have two men like that in her bed, but her mind instantly threw up an image of her in bed with Chase. She went hot. So hot, she worried her flush couldnāt be explained away by the fire. Clearing her throat, she abruptly stood. āWill you excuse me a moment? Thereās a lot of steam coming off that gumbo, so Iām sure itās ready. Iām going to grab some bread. Itās flat bread, but I made a lot yesterday.ā
āSure.ā Jenna didnāt look at her though. She was too busy getting up to walk around the fire to snuggle in with her men. Keera glanced at Tripp and Cadmar, found them still talking.
She turned and walked toward her home, leaves crunching under her shoes as she sped up when she reached the warehouse door. She walked inside, took the stairs two at a time and then stopped dead in the hallway once inside the apartment.
The shower was on.
Her imagination went wild, throwing out images of that scarred, scruffy man in her shower. Naked.
Steam trickled from under the door as the smell of her homemade honeysuckle shampoo filled the hallway. When sheād extracted the oils from the flowers, sheād never expected their scent would turn her on at some point.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. She wanted to see him in her shower so badly, her hands tightened into fists. The water shut off and she couldnāt make her feet move, couldnāt scurry back down the hall so he wouldnāt know sheād sat out here smelling the air like a fool. It was like sheād stepped in wet cement that had dried instantly and kept her feet planted.
The door opened and she heard his intake of air, felt his gaze on her. She closed her eyes, didnāt turn to look.
āThanks for letting me use your shower. Itās been a long time since Iāve bathed in hot water. Iām not sure thereās anything nicer thanāā
He broke off and she finally looked up at him. Heād put on the pair of sweats and the long-sleeved thermal shirt sheād given him. The pants were a little big, so they hung low on his hips, revealing a strip of skin at the top that made her mouth go dry. A trail of light brown hair, the same color as his beard looked soft, intriguing. She forced her gaze up, enjoying the muscles revealed by the slightly too small shirt. Daxās pants worked, but her father had been a lot smaller than Chase. āI should have given you one of Daxās shirts too. Or others. We stored a lot of clothes. There are a bunch in the car ready to be loaded into your RV. These were already in hereā¦ā she trailed off, realizing her nerves were making her rattle at the mouth.
āThis is perfectly fine.ā
That it was. The shirt showed the muscles of his arms and chest off nicely. Before she could think to stop herself, she walked toward him until the scent of honeysuckle shampoo and warm, just-showered male was so strong, so heady, she had to stop and just breathe him in.
āKeera?ā His voice had a slight growl to it.
This turned her legs to jelly and she took that last step until their bodies touched. She looked up to find his eyes narrowing, his breaths coming faster and those beautiful, sharp blue eyes locked on her mouth. She licked her lips and he groaned, then gripped her upper arms. Not hard, but tight enough she knew sheād have to pull hard to get away.
She stood on her toes at the same time he lowered his mouth.