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Her Two Billionaires

Her Billionaires, #3

Author(s): Julia Kent

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent comes the third in the Her Billionaires series...

TWO MEN WITH TWO ENORMOUS...SECRETS

Dylan Stanwyck and Mike Pine are looking for a certain kind of woman. The firefighter and ski instructor aren't picky - blonde, brunette, Asian, African-American, Caucasian, athletic, Rubenesque, boyish - any type will do, but there is one pesky little deal breaker - she needs to want a long-term threesome. So far, that's caused some problems as Dylan took to the dating field and found no takers, search for someone he and Mike could share. Laura Michaels fits the bill - they hope. Working class stiffs who become accidental billionaires in a mysterious turn of events involving their dearly departed longtime lover's estate, the men are looking now for a third to complete them.

When Dylan discovers Mike's gone behind his back and slept with Laura, the deception makes them both realize that they want Laura, desperately - to be their permanent third. The question is - how can they untangle the web they've caught them all in? Will Laura flee when she learns the truth?

WHAT THEY DON'T KNOW IS THAT (SOME OF) THEIR SECRETS ARE HERS

Laura Michaels took a last-ditch chance at online dating and hit the jackpot - twice. After waking up in Dylan's apartment and being surrounded with pictures of his wife, she follows the advice to DTMFA - so she dumped him. Mike popped up out of nowhere on the online dating site where she met Dylan, and in a whirlwind two days she managed to sleep with both. Adding insult to injury, when Dylan appeared at her workplace disguised as a flower delivery guy, the truth came out: the pictures were of his dead lover. Passion overrode reason and Laura found herself caught between two incredible men.

And wishing she could have both.

Dylan and Mike might be in for the surprise of their life, because maybe - just maybe - Laura has some threesome desires of her own that she's finding it harder and harder to control. When Dylan and Mike give them all an opportunity to consummate their brewing desires, the result is hotter and more passionate than any of them ever imagined, yet as Laura realizes she'd been manipulated, her old insecurities come back. Fleeing, she leaves Mike and Dylan wondering whether they've ruined their second chance at a perfect triad - but they haven't seen the last of Laura....

This title is published by Prosaic Press and distributed by Untreed Reads.

Excerpt


 Bang bang bang. Fireworks exploded above her, the dazzling pastels blooming before her eyes in a furious cascade of sparks. As the hot coals showered down like burning rain, Laura jumped when one touched
her.

Bang bang bang! they exploded, the little pieces hitting her face, her legs, suddenly soft and caressing her like – 

"Laura!" Bang bang bang. "If I hadn't lost your key I would come in!"
Josie. Wha? Laura opened her eyes and fumbled for her phone. 7:22 a.m. She sat upright in horror.

"Hang on!" she shouted, stumbling to the door, unchaining and unlocking it. Josie stood there, petite and jaunty, peering around Laura.

"So is he still here?" she asked breathlessly. "Is that why you didn't answer?" Josie looked like a chihuahua in skinny jeans.

"Is who still here?" Laura yawned and stood on tiptoe, her muscles desperate for oxygen, blood rushing into her extremities and nearly giving her a calf cramp as she slowly went down to flat feet, rolling her shoulders and stretching her neck.

"Whatever hot, eligible bachelor contacted you last night, because you are on a roll, Baby! One a day, right?" She punched Laura lightly in the shoulder and stormed past her, banging and shuffling things as Laura stared at the back of her front door.

For the briefest of seconds she ran a frantic mental check – had she gone out last night? – and then cursed herself. This was getting out of hand. No, last night she had stayed home and finished up some quarterly reports, watched a few episodes of Mad Men, and gone to bed early. Apparently, she'd needed the sleep. And, apparently, she had forgotten to set her alarm. Now she would be late for work, though she knew her boss wouldn't mind. Last night she had clocked an extra three hours; flex time and a salaried position made it easier to go in a bit late this morning.

Josie didn't have that luxury. As a geriatric nurse, she needed to be on shift on time, every time. At least she only worked three shifts a week, though. Soon her rotation would take her to midnight shifts, which Josie hated. So did Laura; it was hard to get together when her best friend kept a schedule better suited for vampires.

"I took a break from my busy fuckbuddy schedule," Laura yawned, stretching again. Her belly felt cold as her shirt hiked up, and when she looked down her braless breasts hung lower, off to the sides, like small, smooth animals with the metabolism of a sloth. Josie had a chest like a boy's, if a boy had tight little breasts you could fit in a headphone cover. Mostly, they envied each others' figures, though Laura could never understand why Josie would want these boobs. At this rate, she'd need a wheelbarrow by the age of fifty. Or to marry a good plastic surgeon. Or a billionaire.

A quick thought of Mike, then a more surprising flash of Dylan, hit her. She couldn't get over Dylan – didn't want to, really. Mike had called her last night. Asked her out again. This time to his cabin up on the mountain. Maybe they could make love without a million uninvited, biting guests. That would be a step up, Laura thought, as she absent-mindedly scratched her ass over her flannel pajamas. She needed some arnica for the bites and kept forgetting to buy some.

"Quit scratching yourself and come have some coffee!" Josie called.
How did Josie know she was scratching? It's like the woman was part psychic. Or heard the scrit scrit scrit of fabric as she scratched. Or watched her reflection in the hallway mirror. Ah – that was it.

She looked and saw Josie's cheesy, overstretched grin as she held up a mug and took a sip.

"Ahhhhh. Coffee tastes so much better at your house, Laura."

"That's because it's free."

Josie sputtered and laughed. "OK, you got me there."

Laura poured a cup of coffee and sat at her little kitchen table, taking deep breaths. "What am I going to do, Josie? Mike asked me out on a date tonight."

"What did you say?"

"Yes, of course. I really like him." She took a sip. "More than I want to."

"What does that mean?"

Laura said nothing, then started to explain, but thought the better of it. "Nevermind."

"You are stuck on Dylan, aren't you?" Josie's tone was incredulous. "Did you ever figure out who that woman was?"
"Nope."

"And has he tried to reach you?"

Laura blew air out her nose, laughing softly. "I have 34 messages from him on the dating site."

"Oh, he's playing it cool, isn't he?" Josie laughed. Then she frowned. “But I thought you blocked him?”

“He created a new account.” 

Josie made a low whistling sound of disbelief. “Day-um, Laura!”

Laura smiled wistfully. "Yeah. I just can't go there, Josie. You know how much it hurt when I found out about Ryan..." She had dated Ryan for the better part of a year. They'd shopped for engagement rings. He'd introduced her to his boss, went on double dates, and then one day she got an anonymous message on Facebook. A request to friend.

Someone with Ryan's last name.

His wife.

Funny how he had forgotten that detail.

Laura had a pretty simple morality: don't date people who file taxes with other people as a married couple. Her rule was easy to grasp. Too hard for Ryan, though.

And now she applied the same rule to Dylan: no dating people who were involved with other people.

"If I'm going to be part of a threesome, Josie, it won't be as the invisible third."

"Mmmmm, a man sandwich with Laura in the middle. And those two men..." Josie licked her lips with great exaggeration.

Laura's hands reached out to shove Josie before she could think to stop herself. "Cut it out!" Her face burned, though, with the thought. Josie just cackled.

A threesome. Menage. She'd never done it. But she sure had thought about it. As her breath hitched with embarrassment and arousal she shifted in her seat, now painfully aware of the increased heat in her nether regions.

Regions that had seen more activity – and from more men – in three days than in two months.

"Laura and Mike and Dylan, sitting in a tree – oh!" Josie joked, skittering away so Laura couldn't punch her again. Shaking her head, Laura buried her face in her coffee to hide her expression from her friend, who was about a hair away from figuring out that Laura would welcome the menage.

It was all more than she could even acknowledge to herself, much less admit to her friend. There were lines in friendship. This was one of them. She couldn't take back the words if she blurted them out, and right now she was just too confused and tired to deal with the fallout from admitting what her heart really desired.

Besides, there was that pesky issue of Dylan's girlfriend. Funny, how that put a screeching halt to any sandwich fantasies.

At least she had Mike.

"You still have Mike, though," Josie mused. "Poor Laura. Have to settle for a guy who looks like something out of Asgard. Does he have a tongue like a god, too?"

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ISBN (Electronic): 9781937544096
Genre: Contemporary
Date Published: 12/11/2012
Publisher: Untreed Reads

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