A while back the Lust With a Laugh crew decided to collaborate on a fun collection of stories, and I'm super thrilled to announce we've officially launched them into the cybersphere! Double Dare is my contribution to the April Fools for Love collection, and it features one of my faves--a wicked hot menage. Make sure to also check out the other 3 titles in the April Fools' for Love collection: Biting Serendipity by Mary Hughes, When the Lights Go Out by Roxy Mews, and Fringe Benefits by SL Carpenter. Our books are only 99 cents each, so it's a great chance to get 4 sizzling books for a sizzling price!
From the moment Graham Barlow and Matt Spencer moved into
the bungalow across from hers, Dani Tipton’s willpower has been strung to its
limit. Ignoring the hot and heavy fantasies the two hunks inspire on a daily
basis is more than any woman’s libido can take. Although temptation beckons, Dani’s
determined to be a good role model for her wild, trouble-prone younger sister.
Jumping in the sack with either of her sexier-than-sin neighbors sure as hell
wouldn’t help her case. But when her sister sets up the ultimate April Fools’
prank, Dani suddenly winds up neck-deep in a compromising position. Literally.
For the last eighteen months, Graham and Matt have been
carrying a major case of blue balls for Dani. No matter how hard they flirt or
lay on the charm, she’s kept them strictly in the friend’s zone. So when they
discover her buck naked in their swimming pool they figure they’re either
hallucinating—or have been handed their one shot at rocking Dani’s panties off.
Not too difficult to do, seeing how she’s not wearing any. Convincing her to
indulge in a little frisky threesome skinny dipping? Easy enough. And the sexy
interlude that follows is hot enough to boil the pool water. But when it comes
to making their unconventional triad permanent, Matt and Graham issue Dani the
biggest dare of all—entrusting them with her heart.
Warning: This M/F/M ménage brings new meaning to getting to
know your neighbor. Lusty pool shenanigans and creative uses for hot tub jets.
No bathing suit required, but bring an extra towel. Things are bound to get
wet.
Excerpt
“Tell Talia
I’ll have that painting ready for her tomorrow.”
A devious
twinkle lit Erin’s eyes. “You know what would be freakin’ hilarious? Swap out
your watercolor for something hideous, like Dogs
Playing Poker.”
“Uh, why would I do that?”
“Tomorrow is
April Fools’ Day.”
Aw shit.
Thank God she didn’t have to worry about being a victim of anyone’s pranking.
Her college years had seen plenty of that stupidity. “I have no idea where to
buy a copy of Dogs Playing Poker.”
“I’ve got a
person.”
“Do I even
want to know what that means?”
“Heh.
Probably not.” Leaving Dani to ponder what kind of shady people her sister was
hanging out with, Erin dashed to the ancient station wagon parked on the other
side of Dani’s convertible. Every time she looked at her sister’s car she was
tempted to take a flamethrower to it just to put it out of its misery. Still,
Erin had paid for it with her own money, and anything that made her sister
proud and responsible was a good thing in Dani’s book.
A motion
across the street distracted Dani and she shifted her focus. Graham Barlow
lifted from his crouch in front of a large stand-on lawnmower and swiped his grease-streaked
forearm across his brow. The movement pulled his black tank top snug to his
chest, molding the fabric to the mouthwatering contours of his ripped muscles. He
tossed a scowl toward the shiny silver pickup truck that he and his roommate
used for their landscape business. “Did you find that wrench yet?”
One of the
truck’s doors slammed, and Matt Spencer popped into view. He strode to the disabled
mower and passed the tool to his partner. A grunt fell from Graham. “Took ya
long enough. What were you doing over there, jacking off?”
Oh Lord.
Like she needed that image implanted
in her brain. Especially since her hormones were already performing their own
version of an exuberant Riverdance, thanks to the ogle fest Matt and Graham
provided.
Damn it, she
really hated that Erin was right. The two men were walking advertisements for lady boners. Unlike Graham, Matt
had forgone a shirt, which put every inch of his strong, sculpted back on
mouthwatering display. Her fingertips tingled as she imagined running them down
the deep groove of his spine, cruising toward those cute dimples that rode just
above—
A car horn
tooted, and Dani jumped guiltily. Both men swiveled their heads and sent a wave
to Erin as she reversed out of the driveway.
Erin poked
her head out the station wagon’s window, the sticky breeze rustling her neon
blue pixy cut. “When are you gonna grow some balls and ask my sister out?”
Dani
groaned, desperately wishing she could mimic a chameleon by blending with the nearby
flowering lantana bush. Before she could safely duck inside the house without
anyone being the wiser of her presence, her neighbors slashed their attention
her way. She was fairly certain her cheeks were red enough Graham and Matt
would be able to detect their nuclear glow from a mile away.
Matt’s chuckle
floated in Dani’s direction. “Just as soon as we’re certain she’ll say yes.”
Her pulse
revved at the wickedness of his expression and the resulting heat wave that
swamped her body. There was no mistaking the blazing interest he and Graham had
leveled on her. Since they’d moved in roughly a year and a half ago, they’d
attempted to lure her to the Dark Side with a steady dance of flirtation, so
she had a bad feeling those twin sparkles of determination in their eyes bode
an outright war against her resistance. But that’s precisely what she needed to
cling to. With every ounce of her being. Tempting as the two delicious hunks
were, she couldn’t give in to her attraction to them.
She was well
aware of the kinky things that went on in that house across the street. It
wasn’t that she necessarily went out of her way to be a Peeping Tom, but when
you had neighbors who didn’t bother to close the blinds you noticed things.
Things that left you embarrassingly aroused and in desperate need of a cold
shower or quick session with your battery operated boyfriend.
The first
time she’d accidentally witnessed Matt and Graham skillfully tag teaming a
woman together she’d been too shocked to immediately process what she was
seeing. The lights had been dim enough in their living room she’d even
considered the possibility that she was misreading the situation. But it became
crystal clear they weren’t playing a new version of Twister when they’d put the
woman on her knees and Graham settled behind her while Matt stationed himself
in front of the female. Even without the benefit of twenty-twenty vision, Dani
saw a whole new side to her neighbors she sure as hell hadn’t been expecting. Every
square inch of Dani had been hot and tingly by the time the woman ducked out
the door, barely able to walk straight and a goofy grin on her face.
Certain that
they’d somehow know what a perverted snoop she was, Dani hadn’t been able to
look Graham and Matt in the eye for an entire week. She’d gotten over her
guilty conscious soon enough, but the impromptu peep shows provided by her
neighbors and their lady friends proved to be a rare treat. Still, spying on
them was one thing. Joining in the action? That would be a hell to the no. She needed
to be a responsible role model for Erin. And floozying it up with Graham and
Matt in a three-way fling sure as hell wouldn’t accomplish that.
Besides, she
wasn’t cut out for the whole one night stand scenario. And that’s all it would
be with her hunky neighbors...one sweaty, sinful night sandwiched between two smoking
hot men who stared at her like they wanted to spend the entire evening setting
her bedsheets on fire.
Totally unproductive thought. Gulping, she tore her focus from
Graham and Matt and slunk back inside the house. Snicking the door closed, she
thunked her forehead against the whitewashed wood grain. Why must fate be such
a devious bitch? Florida was full of retirees. Why couldn’t her neighbors be a
pair of old coots who owned a closetful of lime green Bermuda shorts and
compression socks?
Grumping
under her breath, she detoured to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of iced tea
from the fridge. She twisted off the cap the same instant the doorbell chimed. Heart
knocking, she stared in the direction of the front entry. Safe to say that
wasn’t the milkman.
“Thanks a
lot, Erin.” Grumbling, Dani shuffled to the door. A quick peek through the peep
hole confirmed her suspicions of who stood on the other side. Sending a memo to
her hormones to get a damn grip, she sucked in a deep breath and swung open the
door. She returned Matt and Graham’s megawatt grins with her own wobblier
version. “Hey.”
His gaze
sparkling, Graham propped one hand high up on the doorframe, the position
hiking the hem of his tank top. “Hey yourself.”
An endless
moment passed while she stared transfixed at the intriguing peppering of dark
hair that formed a happy trail down Graham’s washboard abs and disappeared
beneath the low-slung waistband of his navy blue cargo shorts. His pointed cough
snapped her from her trance. The muggy heat contributing to the warmth already
occupying her cheeks, she lifted her focus and met his amused regard.
The tiny
upward hitch at the corner of his mouth did funny things to her tummy. “We couldn’t
help but notice that your bush is in need of a little TLC.”
She double
blinked. “Uh, what?”
He cocked
his head toward the flowering lantana to the right of him. The wicked glint in
his whiskey-hued irises verified that he was plenty aware of his double
entendre. “Wouldn’t take us but a minute or so to shape it up.”
“That’s
incredibly nice of you guys, but—”
“Consider it
a trade,” Matt offered.
She frowned.
“For what?”
“The empanadas
that your sister promised you’d bring when you come over for dinner tonight.”
She stifled
a groan. “Please tell me Erin didn’t invite us over.” It’d be right up her
sister’s alley to do something both embarrassing and rude, all while not giving
a hoot.
Graham shook
his head and chuckled. “Just you.”
His
clarification instantly deflated her sharp bloom of relief. I’m going to kill Erin. Plain and simple.
“Look, I don’t want you guys getting the wrong idea about what she said
earlier.”
“You mean asking
you out?” Matt’s teeth flashed brilliant white against the sun-bronzed backdrop
of his complexion. This up close, she easily detected every glistening bead of
sweat dampening his sculpted pecs.
Do not allow
yourself to be distracted by gorgeous man titty. She nodded vigorously,
both at her inner reprimand and Matt’s question. Best to nip this in the bed—bud! Get your mind out of the gutter.—before
she gave in to the urge to offer herself up as a human towel. “Erin likes to
instigate things.”
“Yeah, but I
happen to think she’s got the right idea. So does Graham.” Without warning,
Matt’s fingers closed around hers. She jolted at the unexpected skin-on-skin
contact, but it was the lazy stroke of his thumb along hers that spurred her fluttery
intake of breath.
His smoky
blue gaze locked with hers, he pried her bottle of tea from her frozen grip. He
lifted the beverage to his mouth and took a swig. Normally she’d be completely miffed
at anyone brazenly availing themselves of her drink without asking permission.
But the provocative sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip left her too
brain-addled to care.
He passed
the bottle back to her. “Dinner’s at eight. Don’t forget the empanadas.”
