Helen is working a latte shop just outside an upscale high-rise apartment in Manhattan. Switching shifts with her boss, she finds herself face-to-face with the most delicious, maddeningly arrogant man she’s ever met. He’s hot and sexy as hell, but the fact that he can’t lift his eyes from her chest is a strike against him. Too bad he’s such a jerk…she would have loved to get to know him better. But as soon as he’s out of sight, she turns around to find another one, just like him, but this one looks her in the eye, and has a smile that takes her breath away. Dear Lord, there are two of them?

Jason and Jonathon Blackstone have the same taste in clothes, cars and women. Identical twins, they often trade clothes…and sometimes they even share their women. Jon may have seen her first, but Jace intends to be the man who gets her. Unfortunately, he may just end up having to share again, since the sexy coffee girl seems to want them both.

EXCERPT

She was counting out change for an elderly couple who had just sprung for a decadently sweet pair of marshmallow vanilla mint lattes when she saw him again. He must have gone and changed, because instead of the screamingly expensive charcoal suit, he was wearing a screamingly expensive leather sport jacket with a blue shirt, the collar open to show off a hot expanse of copper-bronze throat and a peep of delicious muscle at the vee of his collar. No tie. She wondered if maybe he’d slopped the latte he’d just bought down his front and had gone to change. Served him right for being an asshole. She glanced up as he approached. God! Too bad. Because she could almost taste that lush, coppery tanned skin. He must have changed his cologne, as well. Maybe he’d hopped in the shower.

Hmmm. That meant he lived close by. She smiled pleasantly up at him, and the dimple that curled into his cheek nearly made her swallow her tongue. He was soo hot! “Can I get your order? Again?”

Jason Blackstone lifted one black brow and let his eyes slip over her clear complexion and blue eyes, over the pained smile to her full bottom lip and back to her eyes again. “I’d really love to have a caramel mocha latte, triple sweet with extra cream.” His delicious deep voice was quiet and held a note of question.

The woman heaved a sigh and said patiently, “Still no caramel. You want a repeat of the one I made you earlier?” She seemed pissed off. Hmmm. Only one explanation.

Jace inhaled the softly floral scent of her tousled warm blonde hair before he smiled. “I see you already met my brother.” His smile was rueful now. “Yeah. I’ll take whatever he had.”

The woman blinked and her jaw dropped. She stared at him like he had two heads, and he couldn’t help but react with a slow, wicked grin.

“There can’t possibly be two of you,” she blurted, before hot color flooded her cheeks.