One night. Two SEAL brothers. Endless sexy possibilities! 

All Out by Tawny Weber 

Navy SEAL Zane Bennett can’t walk away from a challenge. He’s determined to win a bet with his brother—until he collides with the luscious Vivian Harris. Their attraction is immediate and searingly hot, but Zane can’t bring himself to bow out of the bet. Now the game is really on…and Zane is embroiled in a wicked matchup he can’t resist!

All In by Beth Andrews 

Of the Bad Boy Bennett twins, Navy SEAL Xander is always the gentleman. That is, until he’s challenged to go against his brother for a date with Quinn Oswald—the girl Xander’s wanted since high school! It takes only one kiss for Quinn and Xander’s deliciously sexy chemistry to explode. But how much is Xander willing to gamble…before he goes all in?


Quinn raised an eyebrow—one of the many, many tricks she’d taught herself over the years—and maintained eye contact with Xander. She even managed a brief grin, just to prove how truly unaffected she was by his nearness. The intensity of his gaze.

There was only one teeny, tiny, irritating problem.

She couldn’t breathe.

No, really, it was as if he’d just, whoosh, sucked all the air out of the room, and possibly the entire building, with his words, the husky, sexy timbre of his voice.

Men. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.

Can’t ever, ever let them get the upper hand.

A reminder that gave her the wherewithal to tip her head and give him a slow, thorough once-over, much like he’d given her.

Like all men gave her.

It wasn’t a hardship. Xander Bennett had always been easy on the eyes. Supershort brown hair, clean-shaven with a sharp jaw and eyes more gold than brown, he was the poster child for the all-American boy next door.

If you liked that sort of thing.

She didn’t. Usually. But on Xander, it worked. It worked really, really well.

It was his nose, she decided. There was a slight bend to it—a bend that hadn’t been there in high school. One that suggested it’d been broken.

One that suggested there might just be more to him than meets the eye.

Despite the jeans, crisp button-down shirt and cowboy boots, he looked more soldier—or in his case, she guessed, sailor—than ranch hand out on the town. Tall with broad shoulders, he had a bearing about him that said not only could he handle trouble, easily, but that trouble would be smart to stay away from him in the first place.

Quinn hadn’t always been smart.

But those times, they were a-changin’.