by Heidi Lynn Anderson
Emily Samson’s awful thirtieth birthday consists of a solo bubble bath, burned microwave popcorn and a broken elevator – until both of her gorgeous landlords show up, making all her wishes come true.
Corporate whiz Emily Samson’s friends have deserted her for husbands and babies. So what does she do to celebrate turning the big 3-0? She buys herself popcorn and chocolate, refusing to settle for less than her ideal man. Or two. Her birthday wish is to be sandwiched between both her hunky landlords - as if that would ever happen outside of her most sensual, and secret, dreams.
Conner Walker and Jackson Smith are ready to find the one woman who can satisfy them both. However, finding that elusive someone to fulfill their needs has been like finding a snowflake in a snowstorm. When they rescue the normally uptight woman from 5B and discover her in cotton pjs instead of cherry red stilettos, they wonder if they’ve finally found the one strong enough to handle their demands.
The woman, who strictly wore designer brands like Chanel and Gucci like armor, looked vulnerable and adorable in the stupid pajamas. Conner’s jeans suddenly felt a bit too tight in the crotch. He cleared his throat. “Sorry… you took us off guard.”
A pretty flush filled her cheeks and she pulled at her collar. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
Conner shifted his stance in an attempt to hide his raging erection. “We um…” Conner shoved his hands in his pockets.
Jackson stepped forward clasping his hands in front of his own hard-on. “What Conner is trying to say is that we came to tell you the elevator’s fixed.”
She unwrapped her injured palm and winced. “That doesn’t tell me why you are standing in my kitchen.”
Fresh longing punched Conner in the gut. “We thought there was a fire.”
He walked over beside her and reached over to turn on the tap. The back of his hand brushed the soft material covering her small waist. Heat exploded up his arm and raced to areas of his body he was trying not to think about at the moment.
“Here, put your hand under cold water.” He glanced at Jackson and frowned. The other man’s eyes filled with a hunger Conner knew all too well.
“Umm.” Emily stuck her hand under the faucet and winced. “I must have set the timer on the microwave for thirty minutes instead of three minutes.” She turned her burned hand under the rush of cool water and hissed in a breath between clenched
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By day, Heidi Lynn Anderson is a wife, mother, and owner of a small Green-Cleaning company. By night, she spins erotic tales featuring hunky heroes and the women they love. When not working or writing, Heidi likes spending time with her husband and son, doing what Florida has to offer. Visit Heidi at www.heidilynnanderson.com
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