Three-ways Till Sunday

Margarita Acuna—Margo to her friends—arrives in Miami with her boorish boss to discuss a business merger with Wilson Berretta, the hottest financial firm on the East Coast. The PR photo of Damien Berretta has Margo fantasizing about his exotic good looks—and wondering if he likes curvy girls. But a string of bad luck on the way to the terminal leaves her anything but prepared to face the smooth, sexy billionaire, whose devilish green eyes awaken images of the primal, misty jungle.

Damien Berretta's clearly losing his mind. He's scheduled a session with his personal trainer, the perfect Liam McCabe, owner of the Perfect Body fitness line. Only he's late for his meeting with the folks from Pinnacle Financial to discuss a possible merger. He should have rescheduled, but he figured ten minutes with Liam McCabe was better than nothing at all. Was it just too cliché to have the hots for your personal trainer?

Liam McCabe knows Damien lied about "forgetting" he had an important meeting. He can't help wonder if maybe—just maybe—the way Damien looks at him might mean he's interested. Liam can only hope. His conscience tells him he'll have to break it off with the woman he's seeing—she deserves a lover who's not thinking of someone else when they make love. But ugh, does that make him the creepy guy that preys on his clients?

When fate arranges for the three of them to meet at one of South Beach's most exclusive restaurants, it's three-way fireworks all around. But when Margo's boss decides to put the kibosh on her weekend getaway, their relationship hits the wall. Unless Damien and Liam can convince Margo that there's only one kind of merger that's important...and it's all about the three of them.

Reader note: contains MMF bisexual menage, interracial/multicultural romance, BBW heroines, male/male love, and mansions on the water with kitchens we can only dream of