Even if the world did end, five is far too many men to handle.
Isn't it?
 
After the Final War, I've been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views... and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company.
 
That is, until a pack of men chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I've ever heard.
 
Their protection -- for my body.
 
The whole thing is absurd. Scandalous. Perverted, even. I mean, just the thought of doing that with five men, well, it's... it's...
 
I take the deal.
 
Okay, so it's possible I find them indecently tempting. But these men also have secrets and histories so fraught with emotion, I'm not sure how I can untangle them all. Or whether they'll let me.
 
No, my brutes have made it excruciatingly clear where they think I belong -- beneath them, between them, bent over backwards for them... but certainly not beside them.
 
And I don't think that's going to work for me.