About This Book

Nerdy Penelope has never even been kissed. But that was before her hot college roommates offer to be her study buddies...in the bedroom.

It's basically chiseled bodies, piercing eyes, strong hands, and testosterone twenty-four-seven at her house. Now she's got two virile men giving her a very adult education, and the one thing she's always been good at is being a star pupil. The best part is she doesn't have to choose—she gets them both and can literally do anything she wants to them.

Except keep them.

Author Confession: You know and I know that I will only ever deliver you an HEA, so sit back and enjoy the sweet, filthy love story of a nerdy heroine and two hunky alphamallows. Let me know which one steals your heart more. I bet you can't choose either.

Chapter One

Penelope

When your day starts out with the words DIE BITCH carved into your mattress, it’s probably not going to be a stellar one.

I tilt my head at my bed, maybe hoping it says something else from a different angle. It doesn’t.

It’s not like I was even hoping today would be stellar. I was expecting to do some laundry. Study for my chem test. Revel in the solitude of my dorm room while my roommate was out of town.

I stare at the sharp words and realize her creepy presence looms large whether she is in the room or not.

I slump into the nearby desk chair clutching the stripped-off bottom sheet to my chest. I’m overreacting. It might not even be Sami that wrote...er...slashed...the warning. Maybe the words were carved there a long time ago, and I just haven’t seen it before. Sami is odd, but is she that far gone around the bend?

It has to be random vandalizing of school property that I somehow just missed.

Except I know it’s probably not. I don’t just not notice things. Part of my “charm” is my over-attention to detail. My mind is tumbling over as many scenarios as it can to find a plausible explanation for why anyone, least of all my roommate, would hate me enough to want me to die. Or at least scare me into thinking they do. I’m not generally memorable enough to cause strong feelings one way or another. I keep to myself. I’m quiet. I don’t leave a mess.

I’m boring as fuck.

My phone vibrates loudly on the cheap particle board desk next to me, and I jump off the chair and squeak at the unexpected noise. My heart is fighting its way up my throat, and I take a few deep breaths before looking at the screen.

Jenna.

Thank God.

I push the green button. “I miss you so much,” I expel more than say to my very best friend. Really my only friend.

A pause. “Are you okay, Penelope?”