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  Two Is Better Than One

  6 Book Menage (MFM) Collection Of Novels

  By

  Terry Towers

  Cops, firefighters, cowboys, male adult entertainers, bartenders, and rockstars, all the hottest heroes you can handle times two! From sweet and steamy to scorching hot and taboo, this collection has something for every woman regardless of what your reading pleasure preference is.

  6 Novels Included!

  Table of Contents

  The Brothers Next Door

  After a night of epic sex, he left a thank-you note on my night-side table!

  Imagine my surprise on moving day when I discover my one-night stand is now my new neighbor, Nate.

  Last weekend, the hot NYPD officer gave me the night of my life. He looks almost as handsome in uniform as out of uniform. I wait for him to say something like… ‘You were amazing.’ Or ‘What a night’. Or maybe, ‘Dinner? My place?’

  Sounds reasonable, right? After all, Nate left me hoarse from screaming his name, and aching from doing it in every position known to man. He also left me without a goodbye. Just a note. A freaking thank-you note. So, maybe I shouldn’t be too surprised when he eyes me up and down and says three very different words.

  ‘Have we met?’

  Bastard. That’s what I thought for a second.

  But, it turns out Officer Casanova has a twin brother. Darrin.

  Nate didn’t forget me. In fact, he has plans for me, plans that include his brother and both of them having their dirty, wicked way with me. These gorgeous, sexy, demanding men want to share me. Sounds like a girl's dream come true, right? But what if a time comes when I have to choose?

  Ride A Cowboy… Or Two

  Two cowboy brothers: the adventurous bachelor and the brooding widower. One foreign bride with high expectations. What could go wrong?

  Ryker

  Sharing a secluded ranch with my brother in a small town doesn’t provide me with many dating options, and the few local women haven’t worked out.

  I think I’ve found a solution to my brother’s self-imposed isolation and my own happiness. Nina’s sexy and sweet and perfect, more than I ever would have expected from a mail-order bride.

  There is one tiny kink in my plan. My brother Calvin thinks it’s a terrible idea, and I kind of had to propose first and reassure Nina I wouldn’t try to share her with him in order to bring her back with me…

  Nina

  “Mail-order bride” was never a job title I wanted. Unfortunately, I’m poor enough that it’s the only realistic way to get to live in America, the land of endless opportunity that I grew up dreaming about as a little girl in Russia.

  Ryker, my cowboy fiancé, is sexy enough to send my heart racing whenever I’m near him. He’s clearly self-confident as well, since he had some strange idea about sharing me with his brother. At first, I thought being with two guys was a ridiculous idea. Now that I’ve met Calvin, though, I’m not so sure the words to describe that plan aren’t dangerously tempting…

  Strictly Research

  Falling for a fantasy... or two....

  "If it doesn't melt your panties, I'm not doing my job."

  My name is Monica and I'm a romance author. My readers all think I'm tearing up the sheets with one hot hunk after another.

  Yeah, right. Only in my dreams, and in my books. My bed sees less action than Sunday night at the bingo hall.

  So what's a newly-single romance author to do?

  Two weeks of whatever, and whoever, I can get my hands on in Amsterdam, that's what. It's time to unleash my inner heroine, no strings attached, tax-deductible, intellectual, and purely sexual. You know... RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY.

  I expect to experience a wild week or two, acquire some knowledge so I can write what I know, so I don't feel like a fraud. I never dreamed that I would meet two drop-to-your-knees-gorgeous men who would make my fantasies a reality or fall for me as quickly as I fell for them.

  Forbidden Indulgences

  What could be better than having one smoking hot firefighter fighting for your heart? Two of them!

  Before leaving for college Ivy Sullivan took a chance and opened her heart to her close friend and town heartthrob, Ethan Rogue. His rejection had been swift and devastating. He didn’t need to tell her the reason for his rejection; she was the chubby girl, a fun girl to hang out with, but not girlfriend material.

  One rejection – weight gone – now could she be the sexy woman she always dreamed of?

  But Ethan's rejection gave Ivy the motivation to reinvent herself and she comes back to her hometown with one goal in mind – revenge. She’s determined to show Ethan and his best friend Trey, both of whom were notorious for breaking the hearts of every woman they dated, what it feels like be treated as insignificant.

  There's only one problem ... Ivy isn't the only one who has changed.

  Now both firefighters, Ethan and Trey have changed. They’re no longer the arrogant jocks they used to be, but sexy, caring men who are genuinely looking for a woman to share their lives with. And they have both set their sights on Ivy. While the old Ivy would have spent days agonizing over which hot guy she wanted this is no longer the case, because Ivy knows ....

  She wants them both!

  Her Two Untamed Rockstars

  For as long as we can remember we’ve always wanted the limelight. The lights, the pounding of the music, the panties being thrown at us onstage and the parties that lasted through the night and into the morning, with one or more women in our beds.

  But lately something's changed.

  One of us is ready to settle down, while the other is still mingling with groupies. That is, until we see Violet.

  Red-headed sharp-tongued, Violet Hudson has been around music her whole life. Daughter of the legendary music manager Edward Hudson, she knows her way around rock stars. And their drumsticks. Nothing we say or do can rattle her. Until we offer her both of us.

  We can tell she’s intrigued, but she still resists us.

  Will she put her career on the line for two men she barely knows? Or trusts?

  It’s a challenge we’re eager to take on.

  Her Twin Stepbrothers

  Andrea has a big problem -- if she can’t find a way to keep the family bar open, she and her twin stepbrothers will go bankrupt. That’s why she’s visiting every bar in town looking for ideas.

  Her problems only get bigger when she goes into the town’s newest club -- and the owner mistakes her for the new hire. Now she’s onstage stripping!

  But her biggest problem is the twins, Sam and Eric, who decide to check out the new club too. Tall and athletic, with large muscles and enormous appetites, her stepbrothers have a huge reaction to seeing their stepsister take off her clothes in front of a crowd.

  Will they forget about the whole thing? Or can they persuade her to give them a repeat performance … in private?

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  Moist

  Moist. Wet. Steamy.

  That’s what I’m paid to get women every night.

  Horn them up and then send them home to their spouse or vibrator, whatever their satisfaction tool of choice is.

  My job is done when they walk out the door of the club giggling, flushed, and excited.

  It’s just a bonus I get paid extremely well to make it happen.

  Dancing isn’t my lifelong dream. It’s a means to an end.

  At least it was until she came into the club with a group of her screaming, drunk friends.

  Shy and reserved, she caught my attention straight away as she tried to keep her eyes div
erted from the action on the stage.

  My intention was to open her up and pull her from her shell.

  I didn’t expect for her to flip my whole f*cking world upside down.

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  The Brothers Next Door (A Striker Brothers Romance)

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  Chapter 1

  Layla

  “This really isn’t me,” I said to my friend Misty, crinkling up my nose as I looked down at the red mini-dress I was wearing. It was a frivolous over-the-top purchase made due to the insistence of my friend. In my mind, the skirt was too short and the top was too low cut—it fell halfway down my chest. If the material shifted just a smidge, my breasts would be out for the world to see. I can’t say that I trusted the adhesive that was supposed to hold everything in place.

  Why do women do this to themselves? I thought. Really, it wasn’t like men were going to such lengths as to be placing adhesive in intimate places just to entice women. They showered, rolled on some anti-perspirant, and away they went. Lucky bastards.

  Misty rolled her eyes at me, flipping a strand of curly blonde hair over her shoulder. “Oh please. What happened to you over the past few years?”

  “What do you mean?” We’d been at the nightclub for a mere twenty minutes and the ungodly high heels were already killing my feet, pinching at the toes and causing the ball of my foot to throb. Was four inch heels really necessary? I say nay nay. Misty on the other hand, had insisted.

  Peer pressure. I groaned inwardly. I was twenty-six years old and still bowing to peer pressure? Pathetic. I was truly and completely pathetic.

  Planting her hands on her hips, Misty pinned me with a ‘oh please’ stare. “Have you completely forgotten your time at college? Time in the sorority?”

  Memories of my days partying in college made my cheeks burn as I gave her a little cringe. Okay, she had me there. I’d done a lot of things in my college years that I wasn’t so proud of now. However, once college was over, so were my wild party days, as they gave way to a settled, suburban life. “Let me rephrase, this isn’t me—now. I’ve grown up a lot since college.”

  “Then, the ‘now’ you has become quite a prude. I’m actually glad you got away from that guy you were dating.”

  “Engaged to,” I corrected, not that it mattered. I’m not engaged anymore, I silently added. As of three weeks ago, that was old news. That was why I’d moved back to New York City from Bangor, Maine.

  “Yeah, whatever. That man was an accountant, how much more boring can you get.”

  Slightly insulted, I pulled myself up to my full height of 5’5”, tilting up my chin and squaring my shoulders. “I’m also an accountant. Does that make me boring?” Sure, being an accountant hadn’t been my first choice in careers—not many girls grow up dreaming of being an accountant—but I was good at it and it paid well. There were worse jobs out there.

  She grimaced. “You never used to be.” Tilting her head to the side, she eyed me for a moment. “Now, I’m not too sure. It’s been three years since you left and correct me if I’m wrong, but I doubt that Bangor is a hotbed of excitement. You’re not some middle-aged woman with a husband and five kids in tow. You’re a beautiful career woman in the prime of her life. Act like it.”

  “Bangor is a nice city. Got lots of amenities.” I shrugged. “Yes, it’s not New York City, but then again, no place is.”

  “Exactly.” She leaned forward and gave me a quick hug. “That’s why I’m glad you’re home. That dude you were with sucked the life out you.”

  “No.” I pulled out of her embrace and frowned. “No. That’s not it. We just had a different lifestyle.”

  She didn’t look convinced. “You moved away from the city for him. Your home, the best city in the world. And what did he do? He cheated on you and dumped you. You’re better off. And for his secretary no less! So now it’s time to unleash the woman I know you are and get rid of that librarian persona you came home with.”

  While a part of me felt angry right now, there was another part of me that couldn’t be, because I knew she was right. Yes, I needed to grow up after college and act responsibly. Being an accountant required that you put on a front of professionalism and maturity; after all, you were overseeing and advising clients on their life savings which in many cases equalled millions. No one would take a loose cannon seriously, especially in a city as small as Bangor where it seemed like everyone knew everyone else.

  Perhaps along the way my ambition to build a career for myself and my wanting to be the perfect woman for Craig had caused me to lose part of myself. That realization didn’t make me feel very good. One of the main laws of being a woman in a relationship was that you shouldn’t lose yourself for a man. I was embarrassed to say I did.

  Misty was right and that thought was a hard pill to swallow.

  “So, are you going to stop complaining and have some fun? You look hot and you know what they say.” She smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

  “What do they say?”

  “The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one. And your body is rocking that dress.” She snapped her fingers with a wave of the hand for flair.

  Laughing, I gave my head a shake as I redirected my gaze from Misty and out into the crowd. It was Friday night and the club was packed, hundreds of bodies entwined, bumping and grinding against each other to the dance music. They were happy and laughing, enjoying each other. I wanted to be one of those people. I hadn’t been in a nightclub since I graduated and moved with Craig to Maine. It felt strange, but also exhilarating. The night was filled with possibilities, at least that was what I was telling myself.

  “So now what? I’m a little out of practice.”

  She slid my drink to me. A double gin. “First you drink a couple of these. If we play our cards right those’ll be the last we’ll have to pay for ourselves for the rest of the night.”

  Cocking a brow at her, I took the glass and downed the contents. It burned as the first gulp slid down my throat and I gagged a little as I set the glass back down. I almost immediately felt a little tingle of light-headedness. It had been a while since I’d drank anything heavier than the occasional glass of wine with dinner.

  “You know, maybe I’ve changed more than I realized.” Though I really shouldn’t have put much weight into that conclusion, considering it was based on the amount of alcohol I could consume. Or lack thereof. I seriously doubted I could get more than two of those in me before I was faceplanting.

  “But you’re back now.” She smiled, displaying a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. When we were in college Misty’s teeth
had been a bit of a mess and she’d always been self-conscious about smiling wide enough to display her teeth, which featured a gap between the front two and a crooked canine. It was evident she’d had some serious work done. It paid off—she looked stunning.

  “I am.”

  “So now we find you the perfect candidate.” She leaned forward over the small wooden two-person bar table.

  I scanned the crowd with her, admittedly feeling overwhelmed. It had been quite a while since I’d been on a first date or slept with anyone other than Craig. It was easy enough for Misty to say ‘all I had to do’ was fuck a few guys to get my ex out of my system, but I didn’t really know if I could.

  Continuing to scan the crowd, I saw everything from the classic tall, dark, and handsome to men who were built like linebackers, no doubt spending most of their free time in the gym and everything else in between. Then, of course, there were the men who I wouldn’t touch if my life depended on it.

  “What about that one?” Misty pointed to a blonde-haired man of average height standing at the bar. He was lean with a nice profile, and he certainly had potential. “Or that one.” She pointed to a dark-haired man with a bodybuilder stature.

  I shook my head. “Too much muscle. He’d crush me in the sack.”