Three Player Grind

Women in their 30’s and 40’s, re-discovering life, love, and how much potential there is in loving two other people

The Roommates


My ex taking our daughters to Disneyland is his latest way to prove Dad Rules and Mom Sucks.

While they’re riding roller coasters, I’m taking a trip of my own—a long deserved island getaway for one. And I’m letting my eldest’s swim coaches stay at my place while we’re all gone, and their apartment is fumigated.

Except a last minute work emergency means I’m stuck at home, rather than lying on a beach enjoying the view.

First time I see Colin wandering around the house shirtless, I realize the view has come to me.

First time Tanner offers me an entirely different type of vacation—the no-clothes-horizontal-grind kind—I almost cave.

But I can’t hook up with a man almost a decade younger than me, and definitely not two of them. Can I?


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The Agreement


Raising twins by myself wasn’t the life I pictured, but the three of us have done pretty well together. They’re in their senior year of high school now, and I’m thinking maybe I can finally get back into the dating pool.

Given that my late-husband was my high school sweetheart—my one and only—and it’s been more than twenty years, I have no idea where to start. Do I swipe right, speed date, or maybe just stand on a corner and shout forty and single, please date me?

When an associate offers a trade—my business knowledge in exchange for his hook-up expertise—I jump on the agreement far faster than I should.

But I draw the line at taking the coaching into the bedroom, especially if his best friend is joining us. This cougar knows better than to ogle the cubs nearly a decade younger than me. Don’t I?

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