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Total pages in book: 76
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My stepbrother makes me sigh. My stepdad makes me sore. Yeah...I'm a lucky woman... Sure, the two men in my family never got along. After Sloane's mother died, his stepdad Drake got married to my mother. That marriage didn't last but it made them my family. So now they're both single. And it's time for me to play. Which one will I choose? The strong, silent, alpha who makes me feel protected? Or the cocky and dangerous bad boy who focuses on my pleasure? Why not both? Who knows. Might be kinda fun. Teasing one. Tempting the other. Crossing into a land of forbidden delights... It's a tantalizing and delicious possibility that comes into the picture with the three of us. But people are gonna be jealous and will try to stop us. It's a gamble. If we win, it'll change our lives forever. If not, it'll tear us apart... Come raise your temperature with this exciting new dark ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes of MF, MM, MFM and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it.
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Natalie

My name is Natalie Vanderhill, and I build sex toys for a living.

How’s that for an introduction? Short and sweet, right? Maybe you wouldn’t find it so sweet if you could see me now, hunched over another cardboard box as I prepare it for shipping. I’ve been packing countless toys since six in the morning, so don’t think all I do is sit back and count the money.

Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m in complete control of my life (and my finances) and that’s what matters. It’s funny how things go, though.

A few years ago I was another fresh face out of Stanford, ready to enter the high-rolling, dog-eat-dog world of finance. Which was exactly what I did; I packed my bags, grabbed a plane to New York City, and landed a job at one of these behemoth financial institutions.

It took me a week to figure out that I was heading in the wrong direction. Despite being attuned to detail (which means I know my way around a spreadsheet), and enjoying the responsibility of dealing with large sums of money, the world of finance was simply too hierarchical and slow moving for my tastes. I needed action and risk, and so I ended up becoming an entrepreneur.

It was a gradual change; during the days I kept working inside my small office cubicle like a good mindless drone, but during the nights I transformed into the Dirty Lil’ Angels CEO. It started more like a hobby, really—something to take my mind off how boring my day job was.

After three months of tinkering with a lot of sex toys—research has never been this fun, that much I can tell you—I started building my own prototypes. From there, it took me a few more months to become a full-time entrepreneur. Now, at 25 years old, I’m raking in more money that I’ve ever expected. Seriously. And all this while still working out of my own apartment.

“Okay, now that’s done,” I whisper to myself, piling the last box on top of the other ones. I look around the apartment, hands on my hips, and I realize that I’ll probably have to rent an office space and maybe hire some people. Business is booming, and I don’t think I can keep up if I do it all by myself.

It’s booming so much apparently, that I just got a major order from Penny Worlein Toys. They’re one of the largest distributors of direct marketed sex toys. And their order is roughly four times my annual volume.

I’m going to need an office. A manufacturing team. A factory. A crew.

I’m going to need financing. More than I have on my own.

Success. It comes with its own set of problems.

It seems like I tapped into some hidden market; women all around the world can’t have enough of what I produce. No wonder, though, my sex toys have pretty much revolutionized the industry. I have toys you can use while sexting, others you can use on a one-on-one sweaty session, and even a few geared toward women like me: voracious romance readers.

Stretching lazily, I saunter over to my balcony, the warm New York sunset painting the world with its sharp orange glow, and lie down on the patio recliner. Thank God it’s Summer; for a California girl like me, the winter cold here is almost intolerable.

Still, even though New York City isn’t a particularly warm city, the first thing I did when Dirty Lil’ Angels turned a profit was buy this apartment, and I chose it because of the large balcony. What better place to think about how awesome your life is than the top of the world? Because, right now, lying here while the New York denizens go about their daily lives hundreds of feet underneath me, I really feel like I’m on top of the world.

I reach for the table on the side, grab my Kindle, and power it up. Nothing better than a steamy read after a hard day’s work, wouldn’t you say? But there’s a trick to how I do my reading, and it has everything to do with the small box by my side. I reach for it, open it, and snag a small silvery bullet from the inside.

Now here’s the fun part: I bite on my lower lip, slide one hand under the hemline of my dress and take it all the way up to my thong. I flick it to the side and then sigh heavily as I push the small silver bullet inside my pussy.

I pair it wirelessly with my Kindle and then let the whole world around me fade away. The bullet inside me is so tiny I can barely feel it now, and that allows me to dive straight into the book I’m reading without getting distracted.

Now, you’re probably thinking that this isn’t as good as the real thing, right? Well, you’re wrong. My toys are top of the line, and I’ve tested them (intensively) to make sure that you can have as much fun with them as you’d have with a real man—perhaps even more. Okay, if you have one of these perfect men you seemingly only find in romance novels, my toys won’t quite cut it, but then again, these men only exist in fantasy land, right?

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I never hold back. Unless I'm about to pull out. Sure, I used to get along with Colt when I married his mother. But when she passed away it started a rocky relationship for us. Then I got married again. That's when a little brat entered the picture. Walking around the house in clothes too small for her. Tempting me. Teasing him. Making us both have forbidden thoughts. We'll have her separately. But can she handle us together? There's a lot of forces trying to make sure that we fail. But through it all, there's a tantalizing possibility that comes into the picture. It might change our lives forever. If it doesn't tear us apart first. Come raise your temperature with this exciting new dark ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes of MF, MM, MFM and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it.
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Karen

“Sayonara, bitches!” the frat guys yell at the top of their lungs as the clock strikes 12. All classes end at 12 at Harvard on the last day of this semester. That means that Junior year is finally over.

Ok, they’re not really frat guys. Harvard doesn’t have frats. They have these things called eating clubs. Where you take your meals but then at the end of the evening you go back to your apartment.

I mean, it would be more impressive if they were real frat guys, in other colleges. But I guess this is the best we have. I sigh. Doesn’t really matter. I have enough on my plate despite the year being over.

“Remember that this year was smooth sailing and next year’s going to be tougher!” shouts Professor Waltz as the rest of the class and I share our enthusiasm for the year coming to an end by stampeding to the door.

This year was smooth sailing?

I mean, this year has so not been easy. I feel as if I’ve been at Harvard for twenty years. I’ve done nothing, but study, study, and study some more. Thank goodness summer’s here. I need a break and I need to get the fuck out of here.

“Wow, you’re acting as if you’ve won the lottery or something. Is there something that you’re not telling me?” Sandra laughs as I grab my things quickly so that I can get to my dorm room in record time.

“It’s just that I messed up and told Zach that I finished yesterday and not today. So he’s in my room waiting for me.”

I left him in bed this morning while my roommate, Rachel, was still asleep. I can’t wait to get the summer vacation started because I’m dying to get out of here. Junior year has been so difficult, but then again studying at Harvard was never meant to be an easy ride, you know?

Still, it was the last day, and I’d be heading home tomorrow. I know Zach had wanted to fuck so I felt kinda guilty going to classes, but he and I have the whole day now. At least that’s what I tell myself. I mean, he’s not going to need the whole day. He’ll barely need three minutes.

Sandra grabs her things too and starts walking out with me, “Been a while since you guys hooked up, right?”

It’s no secret that I’ve had my head stuck in the books for weeks now. I’m at one of the most prestigious colleges in the U.S. It’s not smooth sailing, and I need to concentrate on my classes. Zach’s been patient enough to say that he understood. Not many guys would put sex on hold for so long. He’s a brilliant boyfriend; I don’t know what I’ll do without him. We hooked up in freshman year and everyone said that it wouldn’t last because we were each others rebounds from prior relationships.

But our relationship is the same and nothing has changed … even with his little problem. As soon as we finish college we’ll get married and have kids and prove to everyone that rebound relationships do work. All it takes is dedication and patience; for the last three years we've been fully committed to this relationship.

I loop my arm into Sandra’s. “Yes. I’m going to give him a whole lot of loving tonight.”

She laughs, “I’m sure you are. I swear Karen Astor! You’ve got it all. A top ball player. Good looking, rich, and what am I missing?”

I want to tell her that there is one thing. The real reason I kept him away sexually and it's frustrating, but I can’t tell her the truth. That’s Zach’ secret, something that’s too private to share. I wouldn’t like it if he did that to me. If I had problems in the bedroom and he told the world. Besides, no relationship is perfect; there's no such thing. Everyone has their flaws, including me.

Right?

I mean, you could say that I’m sort of a slut. I’ve slept around. I had sex at an early age. I dated. A lot. Been around the block.

But I don’t care.

I’m young. I’m pretty – at least that’s what guys seem to tell me.

I have the world at my fingertips. Why am I not going to enjoy it?

Besides, I think I’ve done a lot of my wild oat sowing and am ready now to settle down with Zach. I definitely lose out some in the sex department, but hopefully get it back in the nice-guy department.

“Intelligent, smoking body…the list could go on.” Her blue eyes shine. “You know that he’s got you too.”

I sigh because I know exactly what she’s talking about. Zach is all that, despite his flaws. And Rachel and Sandra have been my rocks whenever moments of self-doubt creep in, and they’ve been creeping in a lot lately. My mom’s been missing for nearly a year now. Before that she’d spent the last few years in and out of rehab more times than I’ve changed my underwear. I worry that sometimes when I get a little depressed that maybe I’ll turn to drugs like mom did. No one understood why she started to get dependent on them.

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Sweet Aurora. She's perfect. A light in our darkness. When we see her, We know we must have her. Three billionaire bankers. Always in control. A Dark MFMM Romance
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Chapter 1

Finn

The gorgeous goddess between my legs is sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow.

Yeah, I did a good thing, making sure she got hired.

She’s a fucking model; they all are.

She glides her tongue along my shaft before sucking the tip with her hot mouth.

I grip the handles of the chair and let out a long sigh.

“That’s it, baby, you little fucking cunt. Suck Daddy’s cock like your life depends on it.”

“Mmmm, Daddy, it tastes so good,” she says in breaths around me.

But I don’t want to hear her, I just want to feel her.

I wind my fingers through her hair and force her down on my cock hard. Enough with the games; let’s do this thing all the way.

With a secure hold on her hair at the nape of her neck, I pull her head down so that my giant fucking shaft is sliding halfway down her throat. She can’t take in all of me—no one can—but that doesn’t mean I don’t try.

She’s moaning, sighing, and purring.

“Let’s lose the top, baby, I wanna suck your tits,” I say, snatching down the strap so violently that it rips.

Then I pull her up to my lap, and she climbs on eagerly. I kiss her hot, albeit fake tits, and bite her nipples. She screams out in a pain, and I love it. She loves it, too.

She grinds down on my lap, trying to get to my cock.

“You want that cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” she replies dutifully.

“Good girl,” I say, pressing my lips against her warm mouth.

She returns the affection with gusto. She fucking wants it…bad.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” I growl.

“Yes, Finn—I mean Daddy, I mean...”

“Alright, shut the fuck up, and just let me fuck you.”

I pick her up and put her over my desk. She spreads her legs easily, the little slut. Then I move her panties to the side and push my cock in without another word. I just want to fuck her—nothing more, nothing less.

“Oh, yeah, Finn, fuck,” she cries out.

I cup my hand over her mouth to silence her. We don’t need the whole office learning about this torrid affair.

To my surprise, she bites my fingers. Never had a girl do that before.

“Naughty little slut,” I say, pumping into her harder.

I slap her ass, and it turns red, a nice, subtle sign of my dominance. I thrust into her, and her tits bounce. I reach around and grab them. They’re pretty fucking perfect.

I slide in and out of her, and she’s going absolutely fucking wild.

“Oooh, yes, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

I know it does. She doesn’t have to tell me. I know how good I am.

I also know that, after this, she’ll become obsessed with me, more than she already is. She’ll pine for me every night of her goddamn life. She’ll leave countless voicemails and try to figure which club I’m at on any given night.

It’s all the same. Once they’ve had a taste of my big, fucking cock, it’s all over. I will have ruined her for any other guy, because no one can compare to me, and I know it.

I’m doing her a favor by fucking her this one time. But I can tell already, even as I’m inside her, that this is not the girl for me.

She’s a pretty good fuck, but there’s no substance there. She’s a people-pleaser. A yes-woman.

She’ll forever be telling me what she thinks I want to hear, and where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fucking authenticity?

I need more. I’m a man of insatiable tastes and desires.

I need the total fucking package, not some model who’s fucking me for the size of my cock and the size of my bank account. And I’m fucking her for the size of her tits and for her tight, little pussy.

Don’t think I’m a total asshole; she knows what she’s in for. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come up here to my penthouse within five minutes of meeting me. If she wanted more, she would’ve waited, sized me up a little.

She’s crying out and sliding across my desk with each thrust. I plow into her, and she’s about to have the wildest orgasm of her life. I press her down against the desk and shove my cock deep inside of her, making sure she feels it, wants it, craves it.

Then I wrap my hand around her small hips and easily finger her clit.

One, two…

“Ahh, fuck, baby, I’m coming!”

“I know you are,” I say, continuing to fuck her.

That move works every time.

I take her hips in my hands and fuck her so that she’s screaming loudly. I don’t care if the office hears anymore. All I need for the moment is her tight, little cunt gripping around my cock.

I pull her hair. I take her deep. And then I blow my load into her with a hard gasp, pulling out just in time to spray my cum all over her ass.

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She's like an angel. That we'll take turns defiling. Both Carter Blake and I have been married to her stepmother in the past. Both marriages ended in failure. But now, the stepdaughter, Eliza, is in our sights. She's young. Headstrong. Thinks she knows the world. Figures she's seen it all. She believes she can handle us. She has no idea what she's in for. First, we're going to train her. When we tell her to get on her knees, she's going to want to do it. When we touch her, she'll sigh. Tease her, she'll moan. Please her, and she'll explode. There's forces stopping us, but if we can get past them, then the three of us will be unstoppable. Because there's only one thing better than a whole foot of man meat inside of you. Two feet. Full-length scorching romance with scenes of MF, MM, MFM, and MMF. No cliffhangers or cheating. HEA? You got it.
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Chapter One

Derek

"You're a feisty fucking one, aren't you?" I smile.

Without answering, she bats her eyelashes and tugs the zipper of my pants down in one quick movement. The force of it makes my cock twitch.

There's a shrill metallic zing, and before I know it, her hand is on my cock. The suddenness of it all makes me fucking hard.

"What's your name, kitten?" I ask, running my fingers through her wavy auburn hair. Although I'm not sure why I even asked. Let's face it; I don't give a fuck about her name. I won't remember it.

Tomorrow she'll be just another face. Interns are all the same—young, and eager to please, and I see a perfect pair of tits and ass in front of me that I plan on fucking faster than you can read this page.

"Mandy," she replies, "My name is Mandy. Mandy Johnson.”

Well Mandy Johnson can spend some time stroking my fucking johnson. She pulls down my boxer briefs, and as soon as she does, my cock springs free and slaps her across the face. It takes her by surprise, and I don't blame her.

This 12-inch pussy-pleasing fuck stick is a lot to take in.

Go ahead. Take a good, long look.

Don't be shy.

Impressed? I thought so. I'm the entire package—8-pack abs, blue eyes hotter than a bolt of lightning, and a chiseled physique—and not just the regular oh my god he’s so ripped kind of chiseled. No. I make most of the fucking guys on romance novels on your e-reader look fucking obese I’m so fucking cut. Naughty Angel Publishing wanted me on their covers but I said hell no.

Let’s not forget my money. More fucking wealth than most people know what to do with.

You’re either intrigued or you’re rolling your eyes. Thinking you heard this all before. You seen this all before.

I got just one thing to say.

I’m just getting started, darlin'.

While Mandy's on her knees, I reach down and work my fingers through her hair some more. The smell of her shampoo fills the space between us like a bouquet of roses. Once I have a fistful of her hair in my hand, I yank her head back.

"You want this, don't you kitten?"

"More than you know, Mr. Stackford," she purrs.

"Tell me how much you want my cock."

I want to hear those words spill off her lips, but instead of answering, she gives me a wicked smile and opens her mouth wide.

Fuck. That's the only answer I need.

I watch as she parts those moist, red lips of hers, and as soon as she does, I grab my cock and bounce the tip against her tongue. She grabs it and guides it into her mouth, taking me in until I feel my cock press against the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck, that's it," I moan. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

She works my cock, increasing her pace, and then reaches for my balls, tugging on them in between her delicate fingers. My cock looks massive against her small hand, and that just makes me harder.

Her tits are spilling out of her low-cut shirt and I slide my hands over those two perfect scoops, pinching her nipples in between my fingers. She's moaning and working my cock faster now, but I pull it out of her mouth with a wet popping sound.

"Bend over," I say, pointing to my desk.

She complies, and I lift up her skirt.

The phone on my desk is ringing, but I ignore it. Whoever it is that needs me right now can wait. I have more important things to attend to right now.

Being the founder of Stackford Capital, a high-risk brokerage firm on Wall Street, has its perks—namely that I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want … and I do it well.

I've made this firm, and the people in it, so much money we could wallpaper your house in hundred dollar bills without blinking an eye, if you wanted us to.

“I want you inside of me," Mandy moans, looking back at me. I grin and press my hand against her wet pussy, and then yank down her thong.

She's gripping the edge of my desk in both hands. I can almost feel her anticipation building.

I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it all the way in, hitting her G-spot.

She's moaning and rocking her ass back and forth, inviting me in.

I grin, and with a forceful thrust, I push my cock inside of Mandy.

"Deeper," she moans, lifting one leg on top of the desk, giving me unrestricted access.

"Be careful what you wish for," I smile, and thrust into her so deep her toes curl.

"Yes, oh yes," she purrs.

"Fuck," I moan, as I feel my muscles begin to tense under the hot wave of desire coursing through my entire body. Any minute now, I'm going to explode.

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