GODDESS IN THE MIDDLE is a menage, so there is some sharing going on.
TOGETHER. THEY CREATE THE MOST POWERFUL MAGIC OF ALL ...
Romulus and Remus are sexy werewolf cousins with an unbreakable bond. When they meet beautiful goddess Amity and save her from an encroaching demon, they discover that the three of them together are way more powerful than any of them could ever have imagined. And they're going to need that power to overcome the forces that are determined to steal Amity's magic and destroy the two men. As different as night and day, and each an amazing man in his own right, Rom and Remy make all of Amity's deepest fantasies come true ..
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Here's an exclusive excerpt from Amity, Remy and Rom's first encounter:
“Hello, gentlemen. My name is Amity. Can I buy you both a drink?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Rom saw Remy’s mouth kick into a true grin, an expression he hadn’t seen on his cousin’s face in months, maybe as long as a year.
“Not that I wanna turn down an offer from such a beautiful woman,” Remy responded before Rom could open his mouth, “but I think we owe you a drink since you’ve provided us with such beautiful scenery all night.”
His hand curled into a fist beneath the table and Rom had to hold himself still so he didn’t smack Remy upside his thick head. Was he trying to drive her away? Damn it—
Amity smiled, making those beautiful lips even more enticing. And her brown eyes sparkled as she began to laugh, a rich, earthy sound that made all the hair on Rom’s body stand on end.
“I have to admit I’ve been out of the dating pool for a very long time but that might just be the lamest pick-up line I have heard.” She paused as she slid onto the free chair at their table. “But I must say, your delivery ranks pretty high on a scale of one to ten, so I’m going to say yes to your offer.”
Remy’s smile widened even farther and Rom knew his cousin had deliberately used that corny line to break the ice.
Remy stuck his hand out. “Remy.”
She took his hand and let her fingers curl around his cousin’s for a few heartbeats. Remy’s expression transformed from flirtatious to almost slack-jawed amazement.
“And you can call me Amity.”
Releasing Remy’s hand, she turned to Rom. “Nice to meet you…”
“Rom.” He took her hand and felt the same electric connection that had just rocked Remy back on his heels.
“Do you live in the area?” Amity continued as she released his hand, cutting that connection. “I haven’t seen you here before, have I? I think I would have remembered.”
“No, this is our first night.” Rom forced himself to speak and not to reach for her again. “We’re here on business.”
If possible, her smile turned even more sultry. “And what business is that?”
“Sales.” He’d decided their cover story, if they had to use one, should be something so simple and boringly nondescript, no one would ever question it. “And you?”
“I’m a medical aesthetician at the hospital.”
That smile still held and Rom’s gut twisted with lust. Damn, he didn’t have time for this but, apparently, his cock hadn’t gotten the message. It wanted to be inside this woman.
So he shoved the lust down as far as it would go and worked with Remy to draw her into a conversation.
Which she deftly steered away from their professions and into the most innocuous subjects: books, films, and music. Nothing too revealing, though she kept the conversation rolling like a pro.
She enjoyed mysteries and any movie where stuff exploded. She and Rom had that in common. Remy went more for political thrillers. Their musical tastes couldn’t have been more different. She liked Top 40 and country. Remy loved metal, which Rom could tolerate, but he went more for jazz and standards. He blamed his dad for that.
As they talked, Rom tried to get a sense for who she was more attracted to. He and Remy had agreed that if she wound up in a bed with both of them, no problem. But if the only way to get close to her was for her to pick one of them, they were adult enough to deal with that.
But if she didn’t choose him, Rom knew it was gonna sting.
He didn’t flirt. He wasn’t good at it. He’d found intensity worked better for him. Remy had learned how to use flirting to get beyond a woman’s natural aversion to his scars.
But Remy didn’t have to lay it on thick for Amity.
Maybe it was the fact of what she did for a living or maybe it was just who she was. Either way, she responded to his cousin with clearly evident warmth. And in the exact same way she responded to Rom.
Which just made Rom like her that much more.
And then she dropped her bombshell.
“So, gentlemen,” Amity said after more than an hour had passed. “Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, why don’t we place our cards on the table? Are you here to talk? Or are you here to find a woman to share your bed for the night?”___________________________________________________
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