So The Triangle… it’s not rom com, that’s for sure. lol More like The Company meets 321, meets Spencer Shrike.

Yup, that pretty much sums it up. So if you’re a long-time fan, you get what that means without explanation. But if you’re new and you’re wondering what the fuck this is, let me explain.

Three people make a triangle. But it’s not a love triangle if everyone’s on board.

Danny and Christine were in the foster care system when they were kids. Christine was ten when fourteen-year-old Danny found her and decided to be her guardian. Four years later they’re inseparable friends when Danny turns eighteen and takes her out of the foster system thinking she’s better off with him.

Enter Alec van den Berg. Privileged rich kid, hot South-African accent, and big dreams of taking over his father’s diamond business. Sort of. He steals them. And soon he’s got Danny and Christine stealing them too. What happens next is a whirlwind life of global jet-setting, million-dollar diamond heists, and tropical vacations in paradise.

Then Christine grows up and wants more from the two men in her life. More than Danny’s willing to give. And the triangle falls apart.

But that’s when the story actually starts. Four years later they’re back together, everyone is trying to kill them, and maybe, just maybe, Danny is ready for that love affair he couldn’t commit to.

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The shape of our love.
I’m looking at Alec when these words echo in my head. He’s looking back at me like… like he needs something. He’s always had that look. I’ve always felt that need. “Back in the gym that first day we met,” I say.
“You said you were there for me.”
“I was.”
“Why?” I say. “What the fuck did you ever need from me?”
His eyes narrow a little. “Let’s start with what I didn’t need, yeah?”
“I didn’t need your help,” he says. “Not the way you thought. I certainly didn’t need anyone’s help stealing diamonds. Hell, I didn’t need to steal diamonds at all. That’s not why I wanted you around. And I definitely didn’t need a fourteen-year-old girl hanging about. No offense,” he says, eyes meeting Christine’s briefly before returning to me.
“Then what the fuck was all that about? Just the thrill? The danger? What?”
“A bit of that, I guess. But why can’t it just be about you, man? Why do you find that so hard to believe?”
“So you wanted to fuck me?”
“Everyone wants to fuck you, Danny.”
Christine laughs.
“You’re bleeding hot, bru. You’ve got everything going for you.”
“Shit,” I say.
“You do. More than I ever had. Not money. Obviously. I’m talking about… this… self-possession. Even before I knew you, I saw it. You walked around with a goddamn invisible sign on your chest that said, Take it or leave it. I wanted that.”
“So you wanted me?”
He shrugs. “What can I tell you? It’s not fokken rocket science. It’s just… attraction. Which is more of an earth science.” He winks.
And in the moment I take to process this, his hand slides up to my neck. His fingers wrap around and grip. Just enough to make me lean forward into his space.
I know what’s coming. And it’s not our first, so my heart shouldn’t be beating so fast.
But it is.
Because when his mouth finds mine I do something different.
I don’t give in, I don’t give up, I don’t resist, and I don’t complain.
I just… kiss him back.
The way he wants me to. The way I’d kiss Christine if it was her, not him.
Open mouth. Pliant lips. Probing tongue.
Long, deep breaths in those fractional seconds when we change position. Inhaling, and exhaling. Christine’s body between us. Her arms around us, hands wandering, fingertips encouraging.
We’ve been here before. Hell, the past two days we’ve gotten past this point a few times.
But it feels different.
It feels intentional. This kiss is no accident. Not a heat-of-the-moment reaction.
It’s deliberate, and passionate, and real.

The Triangle

The Triangle

They’re sworn enemies and I’m in the middle. Both of them claimed me. Had me. Used me. Forgot me. Except… I don’t remember any of it. I don’t even know who I am or why I’m in this cramped basement apartment with tinfoil covering the tiny windows when my bank account says I have over two million dollars. I don’t know how I got the stitches on the back of my head, or the scar under my chin, or the ache in my shoulder—but I do know I probably deserved it. I don’t know why there’s a shotgun in the closet, a sniper rifle under the floorboards, and a pistol under my pillow. I don’t know why I stay. I don’t know why I care. I don’t know why I’m trying to put something back together when it was never whole to begin with. Until I look at them. Until they look at me. Until I touch them. Until they touch me. And even though the memories don’t come back. I know. I know why I stay. More info →

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Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their website or find them at their social links below.







  1. Yes I have and ultimately had to choose. It didn’t work out for any of us and still makes me sad for what was given up to seem “normal.”

  2. klahane ridge

    I haven’t, no… I can’t imagine how difficult it might be for those who have. 🙂

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