by Terry Towers
~*~ TT ~*~
Genevieve
My publisher was ten minutes late for our meeting. I mentally went through the list of things I had to get done today. The flight I’d taken had gotten in late the previous evening and so by the time I’d walked into my apartment I was simply too tired to unpack. Instead, I’d just shed my clothing and slid into bed naked, falling into a sound sleep until the alarm woke me this morning.
Pulling my phone out from my purse, I began to flip through the pictures I’d taken while with the guys. I hadn’t taken many but the ones I did take were excellent. I really doubted I’d even come close to meeting men like them again. Why couldn’t they have been living in New York? But if they were living in New York what would the chances be of me actually meeting them to begin with? Slim to none and none left town, that’s how.
“Genevieve! It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
My head perked up as I heard my editor’s voice and I tucked the phone back into my purse. Standing, I took my editor’s hand and gave it a quick shake. My editor was a good woman; she’d been in the business for over thirty years, since she was fresh out of college. But above all she was a brilliant editor and had an eye for the next bestseller.
“Thank you, Gretchen, it’s been way to long.”
“I know, dear.” She released my hand and motioned a French-manicured hand at me to follow her down the hallway of offices. “But I think you’re sitting on a gold mine. Really. We could make a series out of the world you built. The characters and supporting characters are so strong.”
Coming to a halt at an open doorway she stepped aside and allowed me to enter before her. Inside the classically decorated room was the head of the publishing house—Vincent Campbell.
Vincent stood and extended his hand as I entered. I took his hand and we shared a brief but firm handshake before he nodded to the chair in front of the desk for me to take. Gretchen sat down in the chair beside me.
“I’m going to cut to the chase, Genevieve. We love your book. We love it so much that we’re willing to give you a sizable advance and will be putting a lot of marketing money into promoting it. We’re talking book signings, conventions… If this book gets as big as we think… No… We know, it’s going to get big and then you are going to be a superstar in the literary world.”
Excitement raced though me, making my stomach flutter. This was the big time. Everything I dreamed about. Here was the problem: Despite the great news all I could think about was how excited Tyler and Brock would be when I told them.
Or should I?
Shit… I groaned inwardly. I just didn’t know what to do or think. My dream was here and happening now.
I wasn’t sure what else was said throughout the meeting if I were to be honest. My body was present but my mind was on auto-pilot as I thought about the past couple of weeks and what could have been had I stayed.
“I’m so glad that we’re all on the same page here. Congratulations, Genevieve.”
“Huh?” I snapped back to reality and smiled. “Thank you again for the opportunity and your faith in my work. I truly appreciate it.”
“I’ll have Gretchen get everything in order and send you a list of your bookings when we get it all organized.” Vincent stood and Gretchen and I followed suit. We shook hands once more and Gretchen led me to the exit.
As I stepped out into the cool New York street, I looked around me. New York City had been my home for a very long time—all my life. But was it truly where my heart was now? The question was rhetorical, and I knew the answer. It wasn’t.
Fuck… What do I do now?
~*~ TT ~*~
Tyler
“There’s more fish in the sea, man.” I gave Brock a pat on the back as I handed him a beer and then flopped down into the rocker recliner that Genevieve had claimed as her own while she’d been here. I swear I could smell her perfume on it still.
“Yeah, I know. It’s not like I was in the market for a relationship anyhow. I mean, seriously, us sharing her. What kind of craziness is that?”
“It was crazy, I’m with you there.”
Brock brought the open bottle to his lips and took a long drink, downing nearly half of the beer. “It’s been four days and she hasn’t contacted us at all. You’d think she’d at least check in to see how things were going.”
I shrugged. I’d admit I was very much feeling what he was feeling right now. I just didn’t want to join his pity party. We’d only known her for a couple of weeks for Pete’s sakes! You couldn’t possibly get to know someone in such a short period of time, let alone fall in love…
The revelation hit me like a ton of bricks and I nearly dropped my drink as I considered the crazy thought that crossed my mind. I loved her. Lifting my gaze from my beer I looked over at my partner.
“Hey Brock. Are you in love with her?”
Brock frowned as he stared at me for what felt like an eternity. “Why are you bringing this up now? Does it really matter?”
Leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees, I asked a second time. “Because it does matter. Just answer the damned question man. Are you in love with her?”
“For fuck’s sakes. Yes, are you happy now?” He took another long drink of his beer emptying the bottle. “Yes, I love her, but she made her decision. We told her we wanted her to stay and she left anyhow and haven’t heard from her since. We may want her, but face the fact buddy… She. Doesn’t. Want. Us.”
“What in the hell?” Headlights appeared through the night sky coming down the road toward the cabin. A truck.
“Huh?” Brock turned to look out the window and stood as he noticed the lights that were rapidly becoming brighter as they neared. “Who’d be coming out this time of night?”
I looked down at my watch. It was nearly midnight. After the incident with the fugitives, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Rushing over to the gun rack, I unlocked it and grabbed a rifle for myself and passed one to Brock.
“Just in case buddy. Better safe than sorry.”
“Got that right,” he agreed, accepting the gun and ensuring it was loaded and ready to go, determination in his expression. Whoever it was they had better be ready for a fight of a fucking lifetime.
~*~ TT ~*~
Genevieve
Travelling this road at this time of night was a bad idea. A very bad idea, but once I had my mind made up that I wanted—no, needed—to see my men, the devil himself wouldn’t have been able to stop me! And I had my gun on the seat next to me so I was ready for whatever could be thrown at me.
The one thing that the gun couldn’t do for me was help me navigate the rental truck over the ice- and snow-packed back roads at night. I was going at such a snail’s pace that it felt like it would take me forever to get there, but after several slips and near collisions with trees that seemed to jump right out in front of me, the cabin came into view.
I couldn’t wait to see the guys and their expressions when I pulled up and burst through the front door to announce that I loved them and wanted to spend the rest of my life with them. I couldn’t entertain the thought that they would change their mind over the past few days and no longer wanted me. That option wasn’t on the table at all.
As I pulled up to the cabin, there was a soft glow coming from inside and I could make out their outlines. Good, they were up. With it being close to midnight I wasn’t so sure and standing on the front porch pounding on the door to wake them up in the freezing cold wasn’t my idea of a good time.
Parking the truck next to theirs I cut the engine and pulled the key from the ignition, stuffing it into my purse before exiting the vehicle. I hadn’t even had a chance to close the truck door when the front door of the cabin was thrown open and my two men came charging out, with rifles pointed at me, wearing plaid flannel pajama bottoms and t-shirts.
“Umm. Guys? Not quite the welcome I was hoping for.” Closing the truck door, I took a couple steps toward them.
“Genevieve?” Tyler
stepped away from the door and to the top of the stairs, lowering the gun, with Brock following suit.
I gave a nervous laugh. “Yes, it’s me. Who else would it be?”
“Wait. You’re supposed to be in New York.” Brock walked past Tyler and down the stairs to meet me at the foot of the step.
“New York isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” I gave him a weak smile, a little uncertain of this welcome. I’d envision them to be more excited than this, perhaps sweep me off my feet both literally and figuratively.
“I don’t understand. What are you saying?” Tyler came to stand beside Brock.
I kicked at a little ball of ice snow between my feet and theirs before looking up and gathering the strength to take the biggest risk of my life. “I’m saying that I’m in love with you two.” I looked at Brock. “I’m in love with you Brock.” Then turned my attention to Tyler. “And I’m in love with you Tyler. And if the offer still stands I want to be here with you guys.”
“For how long?” Brock asked, his expression still unreadable.
Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it and smiled a little wider, “Forever if you’ll have me.” The guys looked at each other and they seemed to silently have a conversation that I wasn’t privy to. When they turned their attention back to me they were both smiling.
Brock was the first to place his rifle on the stairs and then step forward, wrap his arms around my lower waist and raise me up off my feet. I squealed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and look down into those brilliant pale green eyes that I dreamed about every night since I’d left them.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispered; every bit of love he was feeling was reflected in his eyes as he stared up at me. Holding tight to him, I lowered my lips to his. His kiss was electric, awaking every nerve in my body and making me ache for him. But the kiss ended way too quickly and before I knew it I was back on my feet and being spun around to face Tyler.
When Tyler stepped forward, he slipped a hand to the back of my head and looked deep into my eyes. The light coming from the open doorway against his profile gave him a dark and mysterious look that just increased his sexiness if that were even possible.
“Baby, I love you too.” His voice was so deep and smooth it nearly made my knees buckle under me. And when his lips came to meet mine as he pulled me into his embrace, I moaned. His kiss also ended much quicker than I’d have liked.
My heart was so full, I felt sure it was going to burst through my chest at any minute. “So now what?” I asked him.
Tyler’s grin returned but this time it had a wicked curve to it. “Well, considering you’ve been a bad, bad girl by leaving us, I think a punishment of some sort is in order.” He looked over at his partner. “Don’t you agree, Brock?”
“Oh I do.”
“Punishment?” I cocked a brow up at Tyler. “Care to be more specific?”
“Baby, I’m not going to tell you,” he bent and picked me up off my feet, with one hand under my legs and the other behind my back, pulling me tight to his hard wall of a chest. “We’re going to show you.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nuzzled my face against the crook between his shoulder and neck and was greeted by the tantalizing smell of soap and aftershave. “I think I’m going to like that.”
“We’ll see.” He began to ascend the stairs and crossed the threshold with me eagerly anticipating what the night had in store for me. Not just tonight, but the rest of my life with my two mountain men.
Epilogue
~ Six months later ~
Genevieve
What an amazing day. I don’t think I could have imagined how beautiful or peaceful it would be here in the summertime until I saw it for myself. The trees were full and green. Everywhere I looked there were birds of all sizes and colors chirping and flying from tree to tree. We even had a resident squirrel that I’d trained to accept peanuts out of my hand. The guys thought it was absolute nonsense and a waste of time, but I wasn’t of that opinion.
With my laptop under my arm I made my way to the outside desk that the guys had made for me on the front porch so that I could work on my novels while being outside in the fresh mountain air. They really thought of everything. I was such a lucky girl and there wasn’t a day that passed that I wasn’t reminded of that.
There was a point in my life that I didn’t think I would ever meet Mr. Right and now here I was with two of the most amazing men I’d ever met at my beck and call.
Setting the laptop on the desk I opened it up and a minute later, I was logging into my email. The first email on the list was from my publisher. Opening it up, I scanned the contents and then flopped back in the chair, my mouth agape.
Holy shit! No way!
I re-read the email, thinking that I must have misread it somehow. But I hadn’t, it was there in virtual black and white. I was being awarded romance novel of the year!
A wide smile spread across my lips and happiness and excitement spread through me. I needed to tell someone. I was about to pick up my phone when a truck came rolling up the dirt driveway, kicking up sand and dirt in its wake. It was Brock and Tyler; their timing couldn’t have been better!
Getting up from the chair, I hurried as quickly as I could down the steps of the porch to greet my men, but it was increasingly difficult to get around these days.
The truck came to a halt about ten feet from me and the boys jumped out in their uniforms, looking mouth-wateringly sexy.
“Whoa! Where do you think you’re going in such a hurry?” Tyler asked, rushing to meet me halfway and giving me a light hug. “You know what the doctor said yesterday.”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed. “Yes, I was there, remember?”
Brock joined us, taking his turn to give me a hug. “Then you’ll remember he said to take it easy, pregnancy is hard to begin with but carrying twins is twice as difficult and if you overexert yourself—”
Reaching up, I placed my index finger over his lips in an attempt to shush him. “Yes, I know. But I’m excited. I’ve got news.”
Placing an arm around my shoulders, Tyler turned me around and guided me back up the front steps and directed me to the loveseat swing, sitting down beside me, while Brock crossed his arms over his massive chest and leaned back against the railing.
“Tell us. What’s the news?” Brock prompted.
“My novel, the one I wrote when I first got here.” I had to specify because I’d been writing like a madwoman since arriving back to be with the guys, releasing three novels, all making the New York Times bestseller list.
“Yes. We know it.” Tyler grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Well, it was awarded romance novel of the year!” I looked from one amused face to the other. “Can you guys believe it!” Neither one looked nearly as surprised as I was.
Tyler took my hands in his, bring my gaze back to him. “Congratulations baby! Of course, we can believe it. We’d be more surprised if you didn’t.” He chuckled. “You’re an amazing author. And we’re so proud of you.”
Brock pushed himself off the railing and came to kneel on one knee before me. “And you’re going to make an amazing mother.” Leaning forward he kissed my stomach through the light cotton sundress I was wearing. “I love you, baby.” I looked deep into Brock’s eyes and I could almost feel the emotion in them; it rocked me to my core.
Tyler gave my hands a light squeeze drawing my attention back to him. Looking up, I saw the raw love in his eyes as well. “We both love you, honey.”
How could I have gotten so lucky? I didn’t know, despite asking myself that question at least a million times since we’d first met. But I wasn’t going to second-guess it because I was about to have everything I had ever dreamed of having. A successful career. Not just one man, but two, that loved me to their very core and now babies to make our family complete. Who could ask for anything more?
The End
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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.
We’re hard rockers. And only for her.
Chapter 1
Violet
“Ahh shit, really?” I ran my fingers through my shoulder-length, flaming-red hair as I held my work phone up to my ear. The day had been going well, until now.
“Yes, Carter wants to see you now,” My boss’s secretary, who also happened to be my best friend, confirmed.
