Why pick one brother when you can have seven?

I grew up next to the Morgans.

All boys, and we played doctor sometimes.

But now it's ten years later.

I'm back from college.

And the Morgans ... well, they make me shiver, everything going hot.

Because the men are gorgeous.

Matt on Monday.

Tim on Tuesday.

Will on Wednesday.

Trent on Thursday.

Ford on Friday.

Sam on Saturday.

And Smith ... oh god, Smith's perfect for Sundays.

Because Sunday's meant for penance.

Doing right and thinking good thoughts.

Going to church and acting godly.

But I can't be good.

I can't possibly choose because they're too gorgeous.

So I don't.

Is that wrong?

Or is seven my lucky number?

Hey Readers – This story was my first reverse harem, and needless to say, it was LOADS of fun writing it. Our heroine is your sassy girl next door who embarks on a wild ride with SEVEN lucky men. As always, there's a guaranteed HEA with no cheating and no cliffhangers. You'll love it, I promise! Xoxo, Cassie