Yancey Crow Wolf, Elfie Hardesty, and Oliver Ryan had always been the best of friends. But jealousy, desire, and unspoken feelings forced them apart.
When circumstances bring them together again, they set off on a journey across the Lakota Badlands to investigate an ancient Lakota vampire mystery. It's part of an ancient Sioux prophecy in which, unknown to them, they have always played a part.
By the end of the journey, they will be lovers and heroes, and one of them will venture to the other side of death and back.
Be Warned: menage a trois romance, m/f/m, m/m/f, m/m, anal sex.
Yancey appeared taken aback at the question. “And what the hell does that mean?”
She smiled, although it hurt like hell to do so. She shook her head. “It means I’d never have had a romantic relationship with one of you, simply because it would have diminished my relationship with the other one. Made him feel left out. And I could never do that…to either of you. But not only could you do that to me…you did do that to me. And that, in a nutshell, says how little I meant to you.”
Oliver and Yancey looked to each other again, the inward battle with guilt they were sharing written plainly over their faces.
“We never intended to hurt you!” Yancey said. “You should know how much you mean to us.”
A quiet pain worked its way through her voice again. “We didn't have a normal friendship. We were one entity. We were the three musketeers. Out of that, you two formed a relationship that meant more to you than your friendship with me. Which tells me exactly where I’ve always stood in our relationship.”
“That isn’t true,” Oliver said.
“That’s your assumption, Elfie,” Yancey shot back. “You jumped to a conclusion and then ran away. Because something scared you.”
“Oh, here we go!” she said, “It's all my fault again. You tell me what other way I should have taken that big a betrayal of trust. Tell me how you'd feel if the circumstances were reversed.”
Standing, Yancey's black eyes darkened, as though searching inside him for a possible answer. After a long moment, he turned toward her again. “Okay, I’d probably feel betrayed.”
“Probably?” she asked. “You know damned well you would. Now, man up and admit it. You two made your choice. At least allow me to make my own.”
“She's right,” Oliver said to Yancey. “We acted without thinking.”
“All right, I admit it,” Yancey said, taking a step back from the circle. “We were thinking with the wrong heads.”
Oliver's blue eyed stare turned brightly toward her. “So, Elf, tell us. What do we do to fix it?”
“We can't,” she said sadly. “Our friendship was a wonderful, youthful moment of time in our lives. But, the mirage is gone now. We can't bring it back.”
“What if we can build something even better?” Yancey asked.