Joel and Jethro. Roommates. Total hunks. Inseparable friends. Hot as hell. Meet my fantasy boyfriends. Aren’t they just the sexiest, cutest thing? I know, right? They totally are. They are hot, too hot for a quiet – and obsessed with them – girl working in a bookshop. That’d be me, by the way. There’s also the tiny problem of Joel wanting another girl. And as for Jethro, well… he doesn’t do girls. Or maybe he doesn’t do relationships. He certainly doesn’t do boys, so he isn’t doing his best and very male friend… right? Much less his male friend and me at the same time. So it’s fine to crush on them. And write a serial story on my blog in which we have tantric sex in every possible position. All three of us. Together. Touching, and licking, and sucking, and screwing. Whew. I mean, it’s okay. It’s perfectly safe. They’ll never even know I exist, much less find out about my blog and my secret fantasy about them. Right? Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.

“Candy, why is your bed so big?” “… to fit my two boyfriends when we snuggle together at night.” Only that’s my father asking, staring at the bed in question. Oops. So yeah. Unruly Jethro and cocky Joel are now officially my boyfriends. My Candy Boys. I moved in with them, and I expected things to be tense, awkward. I was wrong. This feels so right, and well, hot. These boys are so hot. But with college starting, Jethro returning to work at the bookshop, and Joel starting his own business, everything’s shifting. Not to forget the fact that Joel still hasn’t confronted his parents about our relationship, that Jethro is still recovering from his dad’s brutal attack, and that I feel insecure, well… Wait a sec. Insecure? Come on, Candy. That’s BS. These boys love you. Yeah, I know. The boys and me, we’re solid. However, doubt still lingers. I mean, Joel’s parents hate each other. Jethro’s dad killed his mom, for chrissakes—and my mom has acquired a sudden interest in sex toys and escort services. So I wonder if true love really exists. Love that doesn’t fade over time. You know, the kind that withstands nightmares and bad jokes, unwashed dishes in the sink and lack of lube. Yeah, that happened. These boys own me. They’re sweet, sexy and caring—but will they break my heart, or is this our happily ever after?

Once upon a time, there lived a princess called Brylee who had a cat and a steady job and her eye on a handsome prince. But Prince Ryan refused to put out. Then Riddick walked through the door and ate her cookie. Literally, okay? It was a good cookie, too, with chocolate chip. Riddick is drop-dead gorgeous, but not a prince. Regardless, Brylee can’t fight that burning attraction. Even when Ryan suddenly becomes interested in her. This isn’t how things were supposed to happen. She was supposed to get a prince, not get caught between a hot prince and a hunky pauper. Come on. Brylee isn’t above letting two men fight for her. After all, that’s the essence of a good fairytale, right? A fight, a winner, a grand wedding and a happily ever after. It’s fine. After all, she doesn’t want them both. At the same time. In her bed. Like, ever. #FamousLastWords A s\*xy new standalone novel from New York Times Bestselling Author Jo Raven. DIRTY PRINCES is a laugh-out loud tale about a funny girl, her cat, and her two super-hot boys. Author This book is funny, but also dark and angsty. It is NOT a love triangle. It is a relationship between three people (and a cat) with a happy ending. \\\ Dirty Princes is a standalone, full-length romance novel with an HEA.\\\