Read for read?
My story's called "Misery Loves Company."
Here's an excerpt and if you're interested, let me know:
"Whelp, guess she's screwed," Dominic murmured. He threw me a frosty look and ambled downstairs. I stared at Rocco for a minute, expecting the same treatment, but he had other ideas. Ideas that led him right into the bathroom where he trapped me against the sink.
Gasping, I jerked back, the edge of the counter digging into my waist. "What're you-?" He pressed forward, and the hand I'd thrown up in defense landed on his broad chest. Hazel eyes smoldering, Rocco grinned and I forgot how to make words.
