When Gabriella decides to stay in Paradise after her plane crashes, she didn’t expect to fall in love with one man, let alone two. Now that she’s established herself as the local loony writer, can she stop herself from dreaming up plots with herself as the heroine and her two hotties as the heroes in her own hot romance?
Vincent and Corbin first arrive in Paradise a week before Halloween. They can’t believe they found not only a town full of shifters, but their long-awaited mate. Can they convince the beautiful and talented woman to claim them and leave her new home in Paradise?
Gabby looked up into the face of a devil. The man was too perfect to be anything else. Dark hair brushed broad shoulders. A muscular chest tapered down to a narrow waist and hips. She turned her head, her face burning. He had a hard-on!
“Never mind about the booth, ma’am,” he said to Sarah.
“If that’s what you want, and the lady doesn’t mind.” She glanced at Gabby who was dumb struck by the too-handsome man staring down at her. “I’ll go get the three of you some water, then,” she said as she shook her head and walked toward the kitchen.
“Do you mind if we join you?” He slid into the other side of the booth without waiting for her reply. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I wasn’t sure I should dignify it with one.”
“Why not?” His eyes widened. “I was being sincere.”
“I’m sure you were,” Gabby said with a smile. She couldn’t quite meet his gaze. He had to know she had seen his erection, seeing that it had been at eye level and all. “But all of you guys here in Paradise are always saying stuff like that.” She gave him a bigger smile to reduce the sting of her comment. “I’m sure you mean it, but when you’re all doing it, it kind of takes the novelty out of it.”
“I think it just means that the men here are intelligent.” He leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “So, then, tell me why you’re here alone if all of the men are saying these pretty words to you that you don’t quite believe.”
“Because they’re all mated.” She shrugged. “Well, most of them are married, and the ones who aren’t just don’t take a real interest in me.”
He leaned further forward, his black eyes staring deep into hers. “What if I told you that I have a real interest in you?”
“As do I,” said another deep voice as a man slid into the seat beside her, crowding her.
Gabby slid toward the wall in an attempt to put distance between them, but it just wasn’t happening. The man was huge—body builder huge. He took up most of the seat. His hot thigh pressed against hers and his upper arm pressed against her left breast.
Her nipples grew hard just thinking about the two men, about what they could do if only she were their mate. She knew the odds of that were slim, but it didn’t stop her from dreaming—from wishing.
It wasn’t difficult to see that every woman here in Paradise was blissfully happy with her man or men. Lately, the town had seen an influx of shifters coming home after some horrible thing that most people didn’t want to talk about anymore.
Their penchant for having two men for one woman was one of the reasons she had stayed here after the plane crash. That, and the fact that these people had welcomed her with open arms. They had found her a place to stay. They had provided for her when she couldn’t provide for herself and, she had been ashamed to admit, if only to herself, that she had sought this town out to expose it and their unorthodox practices to the world.
Her headline would have read, REPORTING FROM PARADISE. However, she found that she couldn’t write the story. This was paradise in every sense of the word. They had virtually no crime and no domestic violence. The men treated the women here like goddesses and they cherished their children, as they should.
Gabby wanted that. If that made her selfish, it was too damned bad. She’d spent most of her life alone writing her stories, losing her lovers because of deadlines and her constant need to write the next story.
For once, she wanted someone to put her first. She wanted someone to tell her she didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to, or that she could sit staring in front of a blank page for as long as it took to come up with a killer opening line.
She hated the fact that, in the real world, she had to work another job to make ends meet. Nothing would please her more than to sit at home in front of her computer and dream up new stories, new worlds and call it fiction. She didn’t care what people called it as long as someone read it—as long as someone garnered even a little pleasure from getting lost in her imaginary worlds for just a little while. It made her feel better to think of how many people she could touch, how many people could dream her dreams.
Was it selfish to want that? Was it selfish to want to touch the hearts of countless women who needed to feel the hope, the love that she tried to write into her stories?
Nothing could ever convince her that it was nothing less than the all-knowing hand of fate that had her board that plane, and then knocked it from the sky. Nothing could ever convince her that she was meant to be anywhere but here.
Did that mean the fates had a mate or mates for her in mind? God, I hope so.
Gabby looked at the blond who sat next to her. He reminded her of some long-forgotten Norse god. His light hair and sky-blue eyes drew her. Normally, she wasn’t attracted to blonds, but this man could light her fire any day.
Shifting her gaze to the dark-eyed devil sitting across from her, she picked up a napkin, barely stopping herself from twisting it into a little ball of nothing. “Back to your declaration.” She paused to lick her lips and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “What I would say would depend on whether or not you’re serious about having a real interest in me.”
“It doesn’t shock you to find out that we both want you?”
“Not really. What shocks me is that you two have taken the liberty to sit with me, without my verbal consent, I might add, and you still haven’t introduced yourselves.”