Two hot men. Twice the danger.
Melanie Cranberry joined the dating service to meet a nice man, fall in love, and spend her nights cuddling in bed. Who knew that one five-dollar ticket for a raffle would win her two men instead of one? Now, per signed contract with Match Making For Happiness's Sake, she's required to go out on a date with each man to discover which will win her heart.
Prize number one, attorney Cage Niching, joined the dating service to find a woman to settle down with, or at least, to settle him down—after he finds out who murdered his friend. All he has to do is get admitted to the secret, invitation-only level of a certain sex club, and all he must do to get the invite is bring his Match Making date, Melanie Cranberry, prove they're in love, and have sex with her in front of as many witnesses as possible. Which doesn't look promising as long as her second date keeps hovering around her...
Prize number two, narcotics detective Victor Wine, wasn't looking for a date. Desperate to get the drug that killed his girlfriend off the streets, he's joined the dating service to get close to the woman who lives near the hangout of a major distributor. Only thing is, he actually likes the Cranberry woman, more than he wanted to. And now his investigation has put her right in the drug cartel's sights. Keeping her out of harm's way and playing the perfect date won't be easy. And there's something about her other date that raises his hackles...
Reader note: contains M/F/M ménage and erotic romance elements
What woman in their right mind would pass on him? Was there something wrong with him?
Maybe his dangerous job had a lot to do with it. He was a police officer. They weren’t exactly the nicest people in the world. Easy going was a rare feature. Not to mention they were on duty more than they were off.
She understood. Nurses worked long shifts with odd hours too. Being in a relationship was complicated and most of the time not even worth the effort.
“Victor?” she said softly.
Hazel eyes fluttered open, so beautiful they could stop the healthiest heart. All she could do was stand there and stare. Dumbfounded. Breathless. At least she was in the right place if she fell to the floor.
“Melanie.” He grinned. “What are you doing here?”
She drew in a deep breath. “I work here.”
“Oh yeah. Wasn’t sure which hospital you worked at.”
“I’ve been here almost two years.” His skin was cool against her hand as she checked his pulse. “How’d this happen?”
Crap. She hadn’t meant to ask how it happened. Though curious why Victor, of all people, had been shot, she really didn’t want to know how. Did she always ask the patient the same question? Maybe that’s why they’d always given her details.
“Drug bust,” he replied.
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “A little.”
Melanie pointed at the drawing of three faces on the cork board near the door. Each face showed a different level of pain. The first face had a perfect smile. The second had a straight line for a mouth. The third face sported a horrible frown with a tear drawn near the eye. “Where would you rate your pain on the face scale?”
Victor glanced from the paper to her. He grinned as he stared up into her eyes. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve been asked all night.”
Melanie’s cheeks burned. “If I didn’t know any better, Officer Wine, I’d think you were laughing at me.”
“Detective.” She breathed in through her nose. She let it out in a noisy, quick breath. “I just want to know whether you need pain medication before I let you walk out of here.”
“I’m fine, Melanie.” He grasped her hand. “And no, I’m not laughing at you. Just thought it was…cute.”
To lose his ex-girlfriend would’ve been difficult. But to lose his best friend in the entire world—he’d never get over that.
Victor lay back on Melanie’s bed, eyes closed, petting Fred who purred loudly on his chest. The furry little guy was starved to death when he got here. Thankfully, Melanie had a pantry full of cat food. Two cans and three fish treats later, Fred was content. Happy.
After this ordeal was over, maybe it was best they go their separate ways. She’d never again join a dating service. Never get involved with anyone else. She’d grow old with her cat. Maybe even rescue a hundred fluffy felines so she wouldn’t be alone.
“There’s always time to go up in the Space Needle.”
Would’ve been a perfect night to ask her if she wanted to meet and pursue some sort of…relationship-type thing if their meeting worked out. Not sure how it’d work since she lived five hundred miles away, but he was ambitious.