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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Funny, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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I didn’t want one fake boyfriend, but somehow I got tangled up with two!

My ex cheated me out of my savings, my car took early retirement, and my mother was threatening to disown me if I didn't find a date for my sister's high-profile wedding.

Enter handsome, wisecracking out-of-towner, Max.

Alternately friendly and standoffish, he initially rubbed me the wrong way, but now he's giving me looks that make me wish he’d rub me in all the right ways, if you know what I mean!

Sure, he's a delicious piece of eye candy, but men can’t be trusted, and there's something about him that doesn't add up.

Still, I'm out of options, and apparently, the world will end if my mom doesn't get a name for the place cards right this minute, so when Max offers to be my pretend-boyfriend, I agree.

But it turns out his offer is a two-for-one deal. Max has an identical twin, Miles, and wouldn't it be hilarious, they say, if the two of them switch places throughout the multi-day wedding festivities, and act like they’re the same man?

Unfortunately, they're charming enough to talk me into going along with their silly prank … and their love of secrets doesn't stop there.

Max is clever and flirty, and makes me feel like the only woman in the room. Miles can be grumpy and stubborn, but has a tender, caring side that melts my heart. We have a lot of fun together, especially in the privacy of the room we're all sharing—two times the fun!

But just when I start to wonder if our fake and somewhat unconventional three-way relationship could be something real, I find out the men I'm falling for have a hidden motive.

And they're about to bring much more trouble into my life than I can handle!

Two Times the Trouble is a spicy rom com with the smoldering heat of a fake relationship (times two!) and a why-choose style happily ever after.

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CHAPTER 1

CALLIE

“Good morning, Callie!” The thirty-something cardio instructor startles me with her lively greeting, hustling by me so quickly she leaves a breeze in her wake.

I murmur a response, but she’s already too far down the hall to hear me.

After stopping to take a long draw from my iced coffee, I push open the door to the yoga studio and flip on the lights, immediately dialing them down to a comfortable dimness.

I should be used to this schedule by now, but I guess I’m just not a morning person. I love yoga, and I enjoy teaching, but I would prefer the sun to actually be up before I lead people through sun salutations.

Another sip of my creamy, sugary drink has me tipping my head back, draining the reusable cup. I seal the lid and slide it into my bag before toeing off my sandals and stashing them in one of the cubbies near the door.

It will probably be at least five minutes before the early birds start coming in, and luckily, there’s not much to do to prepare. I connect my phone to the room’s audio system and start up a relaxing playlist, unfurl my mat and align it parallel to the front wall, and unpack my blanket, bolster, and block, setting the items to the side of my mat, along with my water bottle.

A long, satisfying yawn erupts out of me, and I fully indulge it before I start moving around the room, swinging my arms from side to side, hoping to activate the caffeine I consumed.

Right on schedule, a pair of my faithful regulars appear, older women who are in amazing shape. I’ll be happy if I’m half as fit as they are when I’m their age. They sing out their good mornings, and I reply with the same cheerful enthusiasm. I have my game face on now, ready to lead my class into a state of calm energy that we will all hopefully carry with us through the day.

More attendees file in, a few working moms, several more older ladies, and a couple of younger women in their early twenties, around my age. At this health club, members can take any class they care to without signing up, so attendance varies, but most of the people keep a consistent schedule, and I recognize all their faces and know a few of them by name.

As they claim their spots and set up their mats, some of the women engage in quiet conversations, while others get into seated positions and do warm-up stretches. I keep an eye on the clock and am just about to start the class when a late arrival appears.

The man comes through the door without hesitation, but as I take in his appearance, I’m certain he’ll realize he’s in the wrong room and leave. In a loose t-shirt, long shorts, and athletic shoes with socks, he looks like he belongs on a basketball court. His lean, muscular build and the fact that he appears to be several inches over six feet tall add to that impression.


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