Two rugged lumberjacks.
One sweet romance author.
Winter in a secluded cabin has never been this hot!
We needed to make some Christmas cash. There was an extra cabin on our property, so why not rent it out? Right?
Yeah, great idea. Until Miss Priss comes stomping through the snow to complain. Apparently our little rustic getaway isn't up to her standards. It isn't as nice as the imaginary cabins in the woods she writes about in her wholesome romances. I mean, is this lady serious?
Well, tough.
Normally I'd tell her that if she didn't like it, she could hit the road. But, one glance at her and I want to smother her ruby lips in kisses while I wrap my hands in her fiery hair. And I can see from the glint in my business partner's eye that I'm not alone. I think the two of us can come up with some ideas about how to make her feel more... welcome.
She might write sweet romances but there's nothing sweet and wholesome about what we're gonna do with her. Two men sharing her, giving her every secret desire, worshipping every inch of her breakneck curves.
The question is: will she give into her deepest fantasy? Will she stay... with both of us?