f you’re going to write dirty stories about your neighbors, don’t give them tiny, ahem, tools.
A standalone romance with an HEA ending and no cliffhangers.
Love thy neighbors? No way. Never going to happen.
Ethan Burke and Lars Johansen are chiseled male perfection, with their cocky smiles, bulging biceps and washboard abs.
They’re also rich, arrogant jerks. Ugh.
I’m supposed to swoon over their panty-melting smiles, but I refuse to get the memo. After we feud over a parking spot, I write them into a dirty story.
And, when it comes to describing their, ahem, equipment, I get very stingy. How stingy? Think two inches.
Unfortunately for me, they find the story.
And they make me read it to them. While showing me how wrong I was. One deliciously long inch at a time.
For the record – they’re very well endowed.
I’ve never been happier to write a retraction.