I’ve always been an impatient, slightly hyperactive person. Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) wasn’t even on the public radar when I was a kid, so who knew if I would’ve been diagnosed then or if I developed a keen sense of multi-tasking years ago while working in marketing and having to actively manage two dozen projects at the same time…all at different phases. I think a little ADD goes a long way; it certainly helps you get a lot of things done at once.
But one area I’m certain, for me, is better left to one at a time is men. Despite my superior ability to mentally complete a thousand tasks, I only want one pair of arms to give me comfort at night. It’s also how I prefer my romances—except, on occasion, I do find myself skipping down the road less traveled: ménage a trois. And anytime I read them, I always wonder how in the hell the third partner resists the urge to go on a violent bender when the other two are having their turn.
Admittedly, most of my menages are of the Bordeaux blends, but on occasion I do like a little saucy reading. The bulk of ménage a trois in the romance genre tend to focus on multiple partners in a succession of steamy vignettes, rather than the traditional French translation of “household of three.” Sometimes a ménage a trois is considered a love triangle, sometimes a threesome. I think the love triangle is a little easier to read because there’s more of an emotional connection than “insert Tab A into Slot B…and Slot C.” But you’ll have to decide for yourself what’s good, and what’s good.