They both make my knees weak, I want them. Both. I wasn’t looking for love, but it grabbed me and slung me in the back of a speeding SUV. I wake up in a strange motel room, kidnapped, taken, and held by two searing hot hitmen. Two men who are explosive polar opposites. They snap and snarl at each other all the time. Fire and ice and filthy charm. I’m drenched. That’s when I remember. Oh, yeah. I’m a witness to the killing. I see how they look at me. They both want me. And neither of them wants to share. But they might just have to. Because if I’m going to choose, I choose ALL OF THE ABOVE – and below! One thing, though—I probably shouldn't have told them about the money.