This is a quick and easy read without serious angst or drama. Grab this one for the beach or sipping wine on a hammock. ~ Afrodyt, Guilty Pleasures
I wasn’t looking to fall for one man. Let alone two…
Sullivan and Will are as close as two friends can be. Growing up in the system forced them to rely on each other, and they’ve become accustomed to sharing everything—including women.
Now they’re ready for more. To find love. To start a family. To see the dreams they’ve shared since childhood come true.
Apparently I tick off every box on their list—brains, beauty, and sass. I never hesitate to put both men in their places—which they find sexy as hell.
One problem, I’m a traditional girl, with traditional values—one man, one woman, till death do us part—kind of values.
They’re willing to work to prove how very right the three of us could be, but what happens next is anyone’s guess…
Sullivan and Will are a package deal. You can’t have one without the other. After deciding to open themselves up to find a woman who can fulfill their dreams of truly being a family they have a chance encounter with Adrienne. Sullivan is gregarious, charming and chatty. Will is the epitome of the “strong silent type.”
Adrienne Edwards’ life literally collides with two of the hottest men she’s ever met. She’s a successful business woman who’s having the day from hell. After drinks and some serious flirting she can’t figure out which one she likes more. She never would have imagined she could have both.
The author puts a disclaimer at the beginning of the book and it is absolutely warranted. This trio was going at it early and often in all combos and positions. It’s super hot stuff so keep your BOB nearby.
This is a quick and easy read without serious angst or drama. Grab this one for the beach or sipping wine on a hammock.
“Tonight has been great, Sullivan. It’s just, when I think about adding Will into the equation, I get …”
She shook her head. “Butterflies.”
“Butterflies are good, right?”
“I think so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I leaned in closer, captivated by her. Everything about her drew me in—from the swell of her full lips, to her uncertainty about this, and especially her willingness to try.
“He’s not here now. Put the butterflies away.”
“Okay.” She smiled.
I leaned in closer. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”
She wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and it was all the answer I needed. She wanted this, too. Wanted me.
My heart pumped faster with that secret knowledge.
Tilting her chin so that her lips met mine, I took her mouth. Gently at first, and then with a growing sense of hunger as her warm, wet tongue came out to meet mine.
She tasted incredible. Slightly sweet from the wine, and feminine and simply perfect.
Lola Leighton is the pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling romance author who wanted to write steamier stories that her mother is most definitely not allowed to read.
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