The holidays are in full swing, and Paul's ready to give Christy exactly what she wants.After a Christmas spent apart, Paul and Christy vacation together in Tahoe, where they share secrets and enjoy the company of friends. Back at home, new living arrangements bring them closer than ever.As New Year's approaches, Paul hopes that new outlooks are on the menu as well. And with his lifestyle out in the open, can Christy accept it, or will things fall apart before he says those three little words?Follow the adventures of Paul and Christy in Three Little Words, book 3 of 8 in the Summer Camp Swingers: Christy series by award-winning author Nick Scipio.In this book, Paul and Christy hope to take their relationship to the next level as we head toward the volcanic conclusion of the Summer Camp Swingers saga. The slopes of Tahoe might be cold, but the couples don't need a fire to keep things hot and steamy.Three Little Worlds was previously published as Summer Camp: Christy, Volume 3.
Preface
Introduction
Book 3
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
About the Author
More Summer Camp Swingers
Also by Nick Scipio
Hello and welcome to Camp! If you’ve been here before, let’s talk about some changes.
First, the book titles. They’re new. Duh. But why? For starters, they’re more descriptive now. The old
The new titles are mostly for new readers. If you’re a fan from before, you probably don’t care what the books are called. But new readers don’t know me or my stories, and titles are an important part of the sales pitch.
Next, the series and universe,
Amazon. Specifically, their search and recommendation algorithms. I don’t want my books to appear beside ones about regular summer camps. Adding
Okay, that’s enough about the changes. If you’re new to Camp, let me tell you how this all began.
Back in the summer of 2002, I had a story growing in my imagination. It started as a simple fantasy that sprang from events in my real life.
My family vacationed at a nudist camp in the seventies and early eighties.
My parents were swingers at the time, although I didn’t figure it out until much later. And when I was a teenager, I knew a woman who was similar to Susan. As an adult, I always wondered what would’ve happened if she’d been more like the woman in my imagination.
So this “what if…?” story was growing in my head, and I kept remembering things and adding new details. It quickly became too much to keep track of, so I decided to write it down. I finished the first few chapters
and posted them online. People liked them, so I kept writing.
In the process, my coming-of-age story evolved into something far bigger than I’d ever imagined. I added an overall plot: Who died? Who’s the wife?
Then I sketched out the people and events in several more stories. Other writers wanted to play in my world, so I created the universe,
five of them, as it turned out.
So, where are we now, with this book?
Whew! That was a lot of introduction. Yeah, sorry. I’ve been writing
Nick Scipio
August 1, 2020
They’re meant to be read as a complete story, one after the other. When you reach the end of this book, pick up the next one and keep going.
And when you get to the end of the series, the Epilogue will wrap up the whole saga and answer the two big questions from the very beginning—
who’s the wife and who died?
A couple of days later, I returned from my run to find Christy and Wren sitting at the kitchen table. They were talking in light tones, but they’d been speaking about something serious a moment before. They had that air about them. Besides, Christy had “conspiracy” written all over her face. Wren followed my glance and immediately jumped into the breach.
“So, we were thinking…,” she said. “It just doesn’t seem like Christmas without a tree.”
I poured a glass of orange juice and leaned against the counter. We’d all agreed that we didn’t want the hassle of a tree since none of us would be home to enjoy it. So why the change and why now? I took my time and sipped juice while the girls wondered if I’d go along with their scheme, whatever it was.
“What do you think?” Wren finally asked. “Maybe after Trip’s had his coffee, you guys can go buy one.”
Christy nodded and said, “Lights and ornaments and decorations too.”
“Right,” Wren agreed. “All that.”
I took another drink and gazed at them silently. They could tell I wasn’t buying it, but neither of them cracked.
“Sure,” I said at last. “Sounds like fun.”
Christy’s relief was almost comical, and even Wren blinked as the tension faded.
In the spirit of being helpful, I asked, “Do you want us to pick up anything else while we’re out?”
“Maybe stuff to make eggnog,” Wren said.
