Alex Sinclair

Have you ever loved more than one person?

Luke lives an uncomplicated and quiet life, but from time to time he asks. What could have happened if he had been brave enough to take a chance on one of the only two women he ever loved? Letting them both slip away is a regret that he holds to this day, but sometimes the answer to the question is not always the one you expected. Luke’s life is thrown upside down when both women return to him, but which one will he choose and which one will end up with a broken heart? Will it be his best friend’s mother or his brother’s wife? And just how long can he keep both relationships a secret?

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The Man with Two Hearts Excerpt

I sat at the coffee table in the centre of the living room with my laptop set up before me. Work on my latest novel had not been going as smoothly as I would have liked. It was the sequel to my first published novel, but the female lead was becoming somewhat of a difficult character to describe. I just couldn’t decide what I wanted her to look like. I wanted to create a woman that represented beauty in its natural form. That thought brought the image of Nina before my mind’s eye. My brother’s wife was indeed a rare beauty capable of rivalling any woman that ever existed for the title of universe’s most fantastic creation. I still couldn’t believe that I had kissed her. It made me wonder how far we would have actually gone had I taken Nina up on her offer and gone inside. Would I have made love to my brother’s wife?

I turned my attention towards the beautiful red head dusting the bookshelf on the other side of the living room. I couldn’t help but stare at her firm juicy ass. The tight dress left nothing to the imagination. My eyes mapped out the back of her smooth elegant legs all the way from her knees to her ankles. Everything about this woman was beyond perfect. How I wished to see more of her body. I looked back at the screen of my laptop. How in the blue hell was I still struggling to describe a sexy female lead character when two of the hottest women in the world were my best friends? My eyes turned back towards Meredith. The older woman greeted me with a sweet smile, as she approached the coffee table. I found myself unconsciously licking my lips, as she bent down to stack the pile of magazines. The front of her dress had momentarily fallen open, which gave me a perfect view of those perfectly sculpted breasts. Meredith looked up at me and smiled slyly.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but smile in return. “Yes. Do you mind staying like that for a while?” Meredith let out a laugh and returned to her duties of tidying up. I looked back at the computer screen and let out a frustrated sigh. I needed a drink. Picking myself up off the couch I headed into the kitchen and popped open the fridge door. A bottle of wine was chilling nicely in the bottom compartment. I quickly grabbed a pair of tall wine glasses from one of the cabinets and headed back into the living room. “Meredith.” She stopped what she was doing and glanced at the bottle of wine I held in the air. “Will you join me?” I asked.

“I still have so much work to do.” She gestured with a wave of her hand towards the not as messy apartment. If I was to give the current state of the apartment a score out of ten. I would say it was now about a six. She had somehow worked a miracle on the place in the short amount of time she had been here.

“You’ve been working all night. Why don’t you take a break?” She went to protest but I quickly added, “Please,” and gave her my best puppy dog eye impersonation.

“Okay,” she said and nodded in defeat.

I opened the wine bottle and began to pour the chilled contents into the two tall wine glasses sitting on the coffee table. Meredith sat back on the black leather couch beside me and I couldn’t help but watch as she slowly crossed one elegant leg over the other. She could even manage to make sitting down seem sexy. I placed the bottle on the table and handed her a glass of wine. “Thank you” she replied and then followed up with. “What are you working on?”

“It is a sequel to a novel I had published” I admitted.

“What are you writing about these days?” asked Meredith.

“I am currently writing erotic romance…” She nearly choked on her wine, which in turn made me laugh. “Does that surprise you?” I asked.

She regarded me for a long moment. “No, not really.” She smiled. “You should let me read it.”

“Do you like reading erotic novels?” I asked with a sly smile.

“I like anything that get’s me nice and wet…” It was my turn to choke on the wine and her turn to laugh. “Does that surprise you?”

I regarded her firm large breasts for a moment. “No, not at all.”

Meredith took a sip from her wine glass and asked, “Is it nearly finished?”

“Not really,” I admitted. “I’ve been having problems with one of the main characters.”

“Is it a male or a female character?” Meredith asked.

“I cannot decide how to describe the sexy female lead,” I replied.

Meredith chuckled to herself. “Why don’t you just describe me as the sexy female lead character?”

“That’s a good idea,” I replied.

“I was joking, Luke.” She waved her hand through the air. “No one will buy this book if the main character is an ugly old lady”

I turned my attention to the laptop and began to hack away on the keypad. I glanced towards Meredith and looked her up and down in a slow careful manner. “I couldn’t believe what I was seeing,” I said as I typed. “The woman was the single most beautiful creation in the whole of existence.” Meredith smiled. “With a smile that held the power to break a million men’s hearts…” She unconsciously bit her lip. “She had the brightest blue eyes a man could ever hope to lose himself in.” Meredith’s breathing began to grow deeper, as she stared intently at me. “Her long fiery red hair flowed across her beautiful swan like neck.” My eyes fell upon her chest. “Her breasts appeared to be sculpted by the gods themselves and something deep within my unconscious mind cried out for me to tear open her dress and put them in my mouth.” Meredith swallowed down the lump in her throat. “Her black dress hung down to her knees shielding her smooth kissable thighs from my vision.”

“Wow,” muttered Meredith. “Is that how you really see me?”

“It is,” I nodded in reply.