Neither the brunette nor redhead have ever met before this moment.
They have never spoken or had the chance to form even the slightest chemistry or bond, and yet … they know before their mutual lover does.
What do they know? That they are now rivals, destined to bring their bodies together in a fiery clash of womanhoods – letting loose all inhibitions, so that they may conquer the other.
Not because they grade upon each other’s nerves, or because of a pithy off-hand remark made at the other’s expense. No, they shall lock fingers, press nipples, and thrust hips because they each love the same woman – because they each represent to the other, a chance of losing her.
A Chance of Losing Her
