Book Cover: Three-Man Advantage
Part of the Tripping series:

Leadership and setting an upstanding example are everything to Wisconsin Wendigos captain David Dickson. On ice, he’s got it all together. Off ice? Not so much. For years he’s been pining for not one, but both of the loyal alternate captains who’ve stood by him through thick and thin.

Sasha Ivanov and Bo McAllister take their alternate captain responsibilities seriously, as seriously as their relationship. When the stress of the season starts affecting David, they’re more than willing to step up and help him deal with it--by whatever means necessary.

When Sasha and Bo offer him everything he’s been wanting, David can’t say no, even though he knows it comes with an expiration date. But the more he finds himself fitting into their life, the more he wants what he knows he can’t have.

Can Bo and Sasha find room in their hearts for one more person? Will David let them bring him into their life? Or are these captains doomed to remain just teammates?

Three-Man Advantage is a standalone romance with a HEA and no cliffhanger! Also includes a sneak peek at Holding, Book 3 in the Tripping series!


“What the fuck is David’s problem?” he asks as soon as the doors are closed.

Sasha shrugs. “Worried about playoffs.”

Which, yeah, but— “We’re all worried about the playoffs,” Bo points out, backing out of their parking space and heading for the street. It’s dumb, to act like talking about the possibility of the playoffs is going to keep the Wendigos from making it, but fuck, Bo’s been playing hockey since he was 3, he can’t help it if he’s superstitious.

“David worry more,” Sasha points out, which, yes, also true. “Also, maybe needs get laid?”


As much as Bo loves that Sasha feels comfortable enough not to worry too much about his English when it’s just the two of them, it takes him awhile to parse that sentence. “That—okay, yeah. It’s been awhile since he dated anyone. You’re probably right.”

Sasha nods. “Dating hard, with hockey. Take time.”

“Yeah.” As usual, there’s no way Bo can argue with that. “Hey, maybe we could get him a fleshlight or something? Just until the—until the season’s over?”

He honestly says it like, seventy-five percent for Sasha’s unamused look. His boyfriend does not disappoint. Bo grins back, chuckling all the way home.


Halfway through his salmon and broccoli at dinner, Bo drops his fork with a clatter. When Sasha doesn’t look up from his own plate, he follows it up with an ostentatious throat clearing.

“Bone stuck in throat?” Sasha asks, cutting off a piece of his chicken breast.

“No. I just had the best idea.”

That gets him a look, Sasha’s eyes narrowed as he chews and swallows. “Okay,” he finally says, his voice far more resigned than it should be for someone who claims to love Bo.

“Okay, hear me out. David needs somebody, but who has time to fucking date at this point in the season?”

Sasha shrugs. “Could fuck teammate. Is what I do.”

“I’m ignoring that, because we both know you love me,” Bo says cheerfully. “Getting back to my point, you know David’s not going to start hitting on some random guy from the team. He takes that captain shit seriously. So we’re going to help him out.”

“Like matchmaker?” Sasha asks, his expression, if possible, becoming even more skeptical.

It’s Bo’s turn to shrug. “Maybe. But in the meantime, we’ll be his temporary boyfriends. Have him over for dinner more often, cuddles, that kind of thing. Keep him from getting so lonely and wound so tight.”

Sasha purses his lips, his face scrunching into his adorable thinking expression. “Does temporary boyfriend mean sex?”

“Can you imagine David going for that?” Bo laughs, picking up his fork.

“Yeah,” Sasha says, his voice gone low and rough in a way that makes Bo freeze, a forkful of salmon halfway to his mouth.

He forces his hand to start moving again. “Goddamnit, Sash. No. The last time this happened the food was cold and disgusting after. Finish your dinner before you start talking dirty to me.”

Sasha grins back at him. “I have good imagination.”

“Fuck you, I know. Eat your damn dinner.”

They plow through the food in record time even for them; Bo is vaguely surprised that neither of them choke, honestly. Sasha keeps quiet until they’re loading their dishes into the dishwasher, crowding Bo up against the counter as soon as he closes the door. “Now?” 



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