Mercy for Three

Second chances come in threes with my brother's best friends.

This was supposed to be a solo healing trip. The plan: return to the mountains, find my way again after we lost my brother. Then move on.

I had everything planned out down to how many bottles of wine it would take. What I never expected was for three irresistible alphas to bust through my door dragging the past in with them. 

My brother's three best friends are home on leave, and they have ideas on how they want to spend their furlough and their obsessive attentions are solely on me. Did I picture myself with them when I barely knew what love was? Hell, yes! 

What's so bad about falling for three Marines with talented, dirty mouths and hard bodies? They left my heart shattered beyond repair once already. I can't fall for them. Not again. 

But their claiming kisses and possessive caresses have me second-guessing my bachelorette status and wondering what letting three men worship me forever could do for a wounded heart.