Mistake A Trois


 
 
 
 
 Mistake A Trois
 Sosie Frost
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Dear Curious Reader...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 “I
 f
 he
 goes
 first,
 I’ll go next. If he gets a taste of you, I’m guaranteed a feast. And, if the wait drives us crazy, we’ll take you at the same time…”
 
 
 There's something you should know about this book.
 
 Mistake A Trois
 is a full-length, self-indulgent, why-choose romance that is unabashedly filthy
 .
 It's got dirty talk. Melt-your-panties spicy scenes. Two
 —count 'em—two
 devoted, possessive, utterly infatuated men.
 
 However
 —
 It's also sweet and romantic and generally lovely. It's good ol' fashioned smut with a heart of gold. The pink and fuzzy on the pair of handcuffs.
 What I'm saying is...
 Stash this book under your pillow tonight.
 Happy Reading!
 Sosie
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Copyright
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Mistake A Trois
 
 
 Copyright © 2023 by Sosie Frost
 
 
 All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
 
 
 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 
 
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 Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Contents
 
 
 
 
 
 1.
 Chapter One – Nixie
 
 
 
 2.
 Chapter Two – Isaac
 
 
 
 3.
 Chapter Three - Theo
 
 
 
 4.
 Chapter Four - Nixie
 
 
 
 5.
 Chapter Five – Theo
 
 
 
 6.
 Chapter Six – Nixie
 
 
 
 7.
 Chapter Seven - Issac
 
 
 
 8.
 Chapter Eight - Theo
 
 
 
 9.
 Chapter Nine – Isaac
 
 
 
 10.
 Chapter Ten - Nixie
 
 
 
 11.
 Chapter Eleven - Nixie
 
 
 
 12.
 Chapter Twelve - Theo
 
 
 
 13.
 Chapter Thirteen - Isaac
 
 
 
 14.
 Chapter Fourteen - Nixie
 
 
 
 15.
 Chapter Fifteen - Nixie
 
 
 
 16.
 Chapter Sixteen – Isaac
 
 
 
 17.
 Chapter Seventeen – Theo
 
 
 
 18.
 Chapter Eighteen - Nixie
 
 
 
 19.
 Chapter Nineteen – Isaac
 
 
 
 20.
 Chapter Twenty – Theo
 
 
 
 21.
 Chapter Twenty-One – Nixie
 
 
 
 22.
 Chapter Twenty-Two – Isaac
 
 
 
 23.
 Chapter Twenty-Three – Nixie
 
 
 
 24.
 Chapter Twenty-Four – Theo
 
 
 
 25.
 Chapter Twenty-Five – Nixie
 
 
 
 26.
 Chapter Twenty-Six – Nixie
 
 
 
 27.
 Chapter Twenty-Seven – Isaac
 
 
 
 28.
 Chapter Twenty-Eight – Nixie
 
 
 
 29.
 Epilogue – Sam
 
 
 Also By Sosie Frost
 
 
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 Chapter One – Nixie
 
 
 
 
 
 T
 he
 beer
 bottle
 crashed
 into the kitchen wall beside my head. It shattered into three big chunks.
 I fled when my stepfather lunged for the biggest, most jagged piece.
 A girl couldn’t wait for life to get better and stepfathers to sober up. Sometimes, all it took was an unprovoked slap to bolt out of the basement door.
 I escaped into a bitterly cold night, sprinting over the frosted grass. I didn’t stop until I slammed into the side of my car.
 The midnight air nipped at my skin. Too much
 exposed skin. My pink pajama bottoms were an ineffective camouflage against prying eyes and wandering hands. And the white cami wasn’t enough to keep me warm.
 Or decent
 .
 The fight had started quickly and escalated even faster. I hadn’t had time to wrestle my coat on…let alone a bra. The sharp breeze rustled over the cami’s scooped neck, and the chill revealed far
 more of me than I wished to be seen.
 By anyone.
 Especially him
 .
 I fumbled with the keys to unlock my car’s door. Each panicked slice of metal against paint represented another future rust spot I couldn’t afford, but I’d scratch the entire car if I could hunker down safely inside.
 Preferably with a couple miles between me and a place I no longer considered my home.
 I jammed the key into the ignition. My pink bunny slippers punched the accelerator, and, in a shower of gravel, I peeled out of the driveway.
 And finally
 , I breathed
 .
 Sure, I’d fled in my pajamas, but it was better than nothing. I’d remembered to tuck my cellphone into my pocket and grabbed my purse from the bottom of the banister. It could’ve been worse. A lot
 worse.
 My hands still trembled, and my stomach danced a queasy gonna-need-a-cracker
 waltz, but I’d successfully thrashed out of my stepfather’s grasp without a noticeable bruise.
 I wished I could say the same for Mom, but she’d made her grand exit months ago. Left in the middle of the night.
 
 Without
 me
 .
 But, I was in college. Settled into my major with my tuition paid. It didn’t make sense for me to run with her. Especially when my stepfather had only fixed his rage on my mother.
 At least, until she wasn’t there.
 Until things got bad. And creepy.
 And dangerous.
 Maybe it was cowardice, maybe it was practicality, but I had to leave to ensure no one laid a hand on