Sexy Romantic Standalone

Skydiving. Check. Arctic Cruise. Check. Threesome...Pending. I had a sound plan. Place an ad, get two guys, and live out one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. Easy as pie. Or so I thought. Then I met Mr. boy-next-door, Cooper Whitmore, and Mr. dark and mysterious, Jared Carrington. What’s the saying about the best laid plans? Two men, steamy times, and the Christmas holiday. What could possibly go wrong?

Have you ever had a moment of pure insanity, landing you up against an elevator wall with a total stranger? Just me then, huh? Well, he wasn't exactly unknown, but that's besides the point. The second I met Jared Carrington, I couldn't decide if I wanted to throat punch him or kiss him. Choosing the latter was a mistake of epic proportions, and after two of the best months of my life he broke my heart. Big surprise. If you're on the fence about hooking up with a guy like him, use my story as a cautionary tale. Stay away from arrogant jerks with skillful hands and a tongue that.

I knew Carrie was the one, despite my friends' attempts to convince me otherwise. The heated kiss we shared that night before I left for college sealed the deal. There was just one problem. She wouldn't touch me with a 10-foot pole. "I've known you since you were 12," was her first excuse. "Your family wouldn't approve of this," was her second. By the time I reached my 30s, when I was finished with all of her denials, her final excuse turned my world upside down. "I'm not good enough for you," she had said, her words breaking my heart.