Falling for a fantasy... or two.... "If it doesn't melt your panties, I'm not doing my job." My name is Monica and I'm a romance author. My readers all think I'm tearing up the sheets with one hot hunk after another. Yeah, right. Only in my dreams, and in my books. My bed sees less action than Sunday night at the bingo hall. So what's a newly-single romance author to do? Two weeks of whatever, and whoever, I can get my hands on in Amsterdam, that's what. It's time to unleash my inner heroine, no strings attached, tax-deductible, intellectual, and purely sexual. You know... RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY. I expect to experience a wild week or two, acquire some knowledge so I can write what I know, so I don't feel like a fraud. I never dreamed that I would meet two drop-to-your-knees-gorgeous men who would make my fantasies a reality or fall for me as quickly as I fell for them.