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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Book Summary After a nasty divorce, Emmaline St. James is ready to start a new chapter in her life. She moves into a new building and would be quite happy with her new digs if it weren't for her neighbors either side of her apartment. One is Lucian Lucca, a tall, dark and brooding hunk, but when he smiles, he looks so devilishly wicked Emma would swear he sprouts demon wings. The other is Brennan Adair, also tall, mysterious but otherworldly handsome, and he makes her hot and horny each time he ogles her. Emma's new life would be perfect if it weren't for the fact that Lucian and Brennan are constantly bickering. So she invites them over to discuss their differences Inviting a demon of lust over might not be a good idea when someone is lonely and emotionally vulnerable. And inviting a fallen angel is a recipe for disaster. Especially when the source of their bickering is Emma. Both Lucian and Brennan want her. Bad.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: September 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [102 KB]
Words: 21918
Reading time: 62-87 min.

Emmaline St. James realized her dinner guests weren't human when the big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs flew from the table and crashed upward to the ceiling. She was pretty darn sure about it. How else could someone levitate an inanimate object with a flick of a finger unless he wasn't human? And besides, Lucian Lucca, Mr. Hot Guy and her next-door neighbor, wasn't like any man she'd ever met.

He fit the description of that tall, dark and handsome stranger cliche, and more. At almost seven feet tall with a body like a Greek god, and black, shoulder-length hair, Lucian looked like someone from the cover of a fitness magazine. He brooded a lot. But when he smiled, Lucian made her breathless. And horny. So horny that she couldn't resist masturbating every time she fantasized about him. No man she'd ever met had been able to make her blood boil like that. It was unnatural.

Brennan Adair was another story. He was her other next-door neighbor and Mr. Handsome. His beauty was so otherworldly, Emma was sure he could turn a straight man gay. She noticed how everybody gaped whenever he strolled by. Women went nuts about him. Almost every day, Emma saw someone lurking by his front door to slip a note for him or to leave him goodies. Brennan ignored all his admirers, but not her. He continually ogled her with a look that could melt arctic ice. He made her burn. Hot and horny as hell.

Having two hot hunks as her next-door neighbors wasn't something Emma would usually complain about. And since she moved into the Sunshine Tower eight weeks ago, Lucian and Brennan had always been nice to her. Too nice, in fact. It was just that they seemed to have a bone to pick with each other. They bickered. They were always at each other's throats and Emma worried she would go home one day and find a gruesome murder scene. That was why she'd decided to invite them over for dinner to discuss their problems. A good neighbor should do that, right? Well, her plan had backfired and Emma was now convinced the dinner party was a bad idea after all.

They'd started out nice and civil. They drank wine and enjoyed her cooking until Lucian and Brennan started to bicker again. It ended up with Lucian bolting from his seat and the bowl of her prized spaghetti and meatballs flying to the ceiling. It stayed there for a few seconds before coming crashing down to the table. Tomato sauce splattered everywhere. A big juicy meatball landed on her cleavage. Emma was so stunned, she couldn't find anything to say for a long moment.

"Holy shit." Emma finally found her voice, but she still couldn't believe what she had seen. "How did you do that?"

Brennan cut his gaze to her. "Look what you did, idiot. You made her dress dirty." He took a napkin to clean the sauce and the meatball from her.

"Don't touch her, you pervert. She's mine," Lucian barked.

I'm what? Emma was startled. Did he just say I was his?

Brennan ignored Lucian's threat and plucked the meatball from her chest. What he did caused Lucian to spew some very offensive curses. All of a sudden, the dessert plate with the neatly arranged tiramisu squares zoomed in Brennan's direction. Brennan waved his hand and everything on the table flew to the four winds. In a blink, her dining room was a mess, as if a tornado had paid a surprise visit.

Emma jumped from her chair and shrank to the wall when Brennan wanted to clean the sauce on her sleeve. "W-what are you?"

Brennan paused. His face turned solemn. Lucian's did too. Maybe they'd noticed Emma referred to them as "What" instead of "Who."

Lucian glared at Brennan and Brennan gave him an equally evil look. "I guess there's no point hiding our true nature anymore." Lucian straightened his imposing posture, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm Asmodai." He threw Brennan a contemptuous sidelong glance. "And this dunce is Belial." Brennan looked as if he wanted to choke Lucian, but refrained when he saw her expression.

Emma's brain imploded. Asmodai? Belial? Like that was supposed to mean something. Were they fugitives who needed to live under aliases? But that didn't explain how they could wreck her dining room with a simple hand gesture. She tried to calm herself, and couldn't. She had a hunch they wouldn't hurt her, but she couldn't shake the feeling she'd encountered something extraordinary. Something supernatural. "I asked, what are you? Psychics?"

Brennan rose from his seat. He was also as tall as Lucian with the bulk to match. His golden eyes narrowed, flooding her with a gaze so intense that Emma felt the air around her thinning. "We aren't your kind, if that's what you mean."

"My kind?"

"You know... human."

Emma swallowed hard. Not human. Can I freak out now? "So... you're aliens?"

A smile hovered on the corners of Brennan's lips. "Do you see any spaceships around?"

Okay, not alien. "Then why are you here? What are you?"

Lucian answered this time. "Isn't it obvious? We want you."

"Me? Why?"

"Why?" Brennan echoed, looking amused. "We just do. I want you. But this asshole here has the same idea." Lucian cast him a murderous look. "Well, I saw her first."

Brennan turned back to Emma. "So. Which one of us do you like better?"

"That's not the way you woo mortal women," Lucian blurted. "You seduce them. Compliment them. Capture their heart."

They started bickering again while Emma puzzled over the fact Lucian and Brennan wanted her. Freaked out as she was, she couldn't help but feel flattered. After her nasty divorce with her ex-husband, Joe, her self-esteem had reached an all-time low. She didn't feel either pretty or dateable. Her skin was too dark. Her figure wasn't the type that Prince Charming could easily carry around in his arms like on cheesy romance covers.

It didn't help either that Joe had often reminded her about her womanly curves in the past few years of their marriage. And last spring, when Joe decided it was time for him to update his lifestyle, he'd decided to upgrade to the skinny model he'd been seeing behind Emma's back.

Emma had seen it coming; still, it was painful. Joe had been her high school sweetheart, the first boy she had a real crush on -- the man she thought she'd spend the rest of her life with. She had worked two jobs to put Joe through law school. Every now and then she sought a little indulgence in chocolates and sweets to offset her stress. Over the years, those guilty pleasures had been unkind to her girth.

She no longer fit Joe's image of a trophy wife to flaunt around his colleagues.

Now, hearing that Lucian and Brennan both wanted her, Emma couldn't shake the feeling that this was only a joke. If Joe hadn't wanted her, why on earth would these two smolderingly hot hunks be interested in her? Really. This had to be a joke. Emma cleared her throat. "I think you two are out of your minds."

Lucian narrowed his eyes as if to ask, "How so?"

"I don't understand what you see in me."

Lucian smiled, so devilishly wicked that for a moment Emma thought the room suddenly dimmed and she saw a pair of black majestic wings spread behind his back. "I see a lot in you, Emmaline. We have to work on your self-perception problem. You can't keep this up."

"I agree," Brennan added.

Emma threw her hands up desperately. "Then you two are nuts."

"Are we?" Brennan stepped closer. "We usually aren't this fond of a mortal, but you're special, Emma."

She, special? Yeah, right. If she were special, Joe wouldn't have ridiculed her for the last few years of their marriage about how she looked and everything she did. His words had cut deeply into her heart, shattering her confidence to pieces. "It's getting late. I think you two had better leave."

"You're scared of us?" Brennan seemed to see right through her. "We would never hurt you; you know that, don't you?"

"I..."

"This is not fair, Emma. At least give us a chance to prove ourselves," Lucian added.

Emma shook her head. "I'm not ready for..."

"Just because your ex is an asshole doesn't mean all men are cut from the same cloth," Lucian interjected.

She turned to him. "But you're not ordinary men."

That earned her another devilish smile. "Touche. See, this is why I like you. Tell you what; I think we should go on a date. Each of us. Then you can choose whether you like me, or this dunce better."

"Quit calling me a dunce." Brennan frowned. "But, yeah, what this asshole said."

A date? With each of them? Whoa. "What if I don't want to go out with either of you?"

"But you want us. You've been fantasizing about me and this jackass all the time." Brennan flashed an all-knowing smile.

Her heart skipped a beat from the revelation. "How do you know?"

"Do you really want to know? Being what we are gives us a few perks. You want us. You can't deny it."

"That was before I realized you're not..." Emma couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence. To think about it, did it really make a difference if they were human or not? Hot guys were still hot guys. Christ. She'd never been this confused in her life. "Did either of you use your powers to make me like you?"

Brennan and Lucian traded a glance. "Nah," Lucian answered. "We could if we wanted. But all in all, we're naturally irresistible."

"Jackass." Brennan rolled his eyes. "Listen, Emma, I would never interfere with free will. We would never hurt you, trust me, you have my word."

Emma hesitated. "I --"

Lucian clasped his hands, beaming. "Then it's settled. The game is on. You're going on a date with me tomorrow and with him the next day. After that, you can choose which one of us you like best. Honestly, I'm tired of fighting with this dunce. It gets me nowhere."

Brennan lifted his hands in exasperation. "If you call me dunce one more time, I swear I'll smite you back to the Pit."

Lucian ignored his threat. "Seven o'clock sound good, Emma dear?" Emma wanted to say she would think about it, but instead she found herself nodding. "Excellent." Lucian turned to Brennan. "I think we should give Emma ample time to rest."

"I'm sincerely looking forward to our date." Brennan bowed his head.

In a flash, the two of them vanished before her eyes.