by Zenobia Renquist
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-593-8
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More
Length: Novella
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Blurb:
Harley's got the hots for her best friends -- two gorgeous hunks who're in love with one another. Helping them spice up their sex life can't be such a bad idea -- can it? Friends with benefits, nothing more.
Harley's heart has complicated the issue. She wants to be more to Koijirou and Davis than a temporary fling, but she doesn't want to ruin their friendship. If it comes down to a choice between sex and friendship, can she handle the consequences of the choice she makes?
Excerpt:
Harley on the Rocks
Zenobia Renquist
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Copyright ©2011 Zenobia Renquist
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Harley shifted the bag in her hand so she could put the key into the lock. She didn't want to put down her other bags since she had them arranged in just the right way for one trip from the parking lot to her front door. The bag she held with two fingers while trying to unlock her door slipped from her tired fingers, and the contents scattered around the shared porch.
"Shit!"
"Let me help you," a man behind Harley said.
"No, no. That's okay. I'll get them as soon as I unlock the door. Thanks, anyway." She kicked the DVDs closer to her door and hoped the man didn't come over and help.
Her prayers weren't answered. The man ignored her and picked up the DVDs. Harley groaned internally. Don't look at them. Just put them back in the bag and hand them to me, she pleaded silently.
Again, no such luck. The man looked at each DVD in turn then at her. "Nice selection you got here."
She unlocked her door, chucked in her bags, and turned to get her DVDs back. "Thanks for your help." She reached for her bag.
He held it away from her, still browsing the contents. "It's not every day you see a woman carrying around a bag full of Japanese porn." He grinned at her. "Let me guess... you and your girlfriend like to watch while you're going at it?"
"No!" She snatched the bag away, thankful he let it go without a fight. "First off, I'm not dating. Second, I'm not gay."
"Oh."
"What's that mean?"
His grin got bigger. "Nothing. Nothing."
"I just like hentai. There's nothing wrong with that."
"No, there isn't. As a matter of fact, you've got some I haven't seen before. Where did you get them?"
"Huh?" She shook her head at the subject change. "Uh... there's a store an exit away from that big truck stop down the road. Thanks to me, the owner stocks every hentai title available. He didn't think it would sell, but he can barely keep it on the shelves. Even some of the sicker stuff sells fast."
Well, this was a normal conversation. Yup, she usually talked about animated porn on her front porch with hot men she'd just met. And man, was he hot.
He was an inch or two taller than she, which made him five-six at the most. The man looked regal. That was the only word for it. High cheekbones peeked out from beneath his long, black bangs, which framed his jaw while the back was cut short. His Asian-slanted, dark brown eyes looked like they didn't miss a thing.
She wished he'd missed her latest hentai haul. That was completely embarrassing.
"You wouldn't have a name or a business card or something, would you?" he asked.
"You're joking, right?"
"About hentai? Never."
"Koi! Where'd you go?" called a man from inside the apartment across from hers.
She looked behind Koi at the man who belonged to the voice.
Good Lord, gorgeous men are coming out of the woodwork.
He towered over her by a foot and looked like he could bench press a luxury car, but he wasn't all muscle. It was the way he carried himself, like he could squish dump trucks with a look but didn't out of principle.
He had his flame-red hair in a herringbone braid slung over his shoulder. Couple that with dreamy green eyes framed in Nordic good looks, and...
The redhead kissed the top of Koi's head.
They were gay.
Harley reined in her libido. Of course. Two hot guys living together. She should have figured that out as soon as she saw tall-and-hunky in the doorway.
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