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My family is broke, like we’re about to lose our house broke, unless I get my trust fund. The only way I’m getting my trust fund is if I marry the guy my grandmother picks out for me.
Yay me.
Except my grandmother chooses three husbands for me. Why? Because my best friends, and business partners—we run a matchmaking company called Leashed to Love—each have three husbands of their own, and she didn’t want me to feel left out.
Double yay me.
Awkwardly clutching my dress to conceal my nakedness, I point to the table to let them know where I want them to bend over. Tit for tat, and all that.
They don’t do my bidding. Instead, their deep chuckles echo around me, and my poor clit, already under grave duress, throbs even harder.
“This is not funny. I will get my vengeance. I will spank you to the point where your cocks get so hard you think you’re going to come, and then I’m going to stop.”
I immediately shut my mouth. Those words were not meant to be said aloud. They were private thoughts. They weren’t supposed to be said out loud.
“Ugh, I hate you three,” I say and storm off. I need to burn my brain, my body, everything, and erase it of everything that has to do with them.
Only I don’t get very far before Camden grabs me, steals my dress from me, and then tosses me over his shoulder.
My world is spun upside down. As Camden carries me over his shoulder, I catch a glimpse of Wesley and Dean clearing the dinner table. Camden lays me down on my back on the purple tablecloth littered with mini orange dicks.
“What are you doing?” I cry, trying to get off the table and out of their grasp. Again. My body can’t handle this strange, deviant hold they have on it much longer. I’m disintegrating more and more with every touch. I’m also trying to grab enough of the tablecloth to cover my nakedness and failing. They see every part of me, unhindered.
“If you wanted to come, all you had to do was ask, princess,” Camden says, then drags me down the table and parts my legs.
“What? I never said that. Are you a crazy person?” I yell, fighting to close my legs and again not succeeding at all.
“I would rather eat coal, thank you very much. I do not, under any circumstances, want to—"
I choke on my own words as my legs are spread further apart. The cool breeze around me amplifies how hot and wet I really am.
“So fucking beautiful,” Camden says, and then they open their mouths on my pussy.
Shocking bolts of lightning jolt me off my axis. The touch is so tremendously intimate it feels downright wicked.
“You can’t do that,” I snap, my voice high-pitched and uneven. “That should be—”
They suck up the arousal dripping from my center, growling in what I think sounds like appreciation as their tongues lap up the liquid fire coursing through me and making landfall between my legs.
“Illegal,” I say with magnificent effort, but now I don’t even sound like myself.
What is even happening right now? They deepen their oral exploration. In between indulging in the most secret part of me, they use their fingers to stroke my clit, caress my folds, and dip into my center, testing the depth of the well of my arousal that grows more and more with each touch.
Disbelief surpasses every other thought I’ve been capable of garnering until my brain completely glitches, leaving me unable to express the crazy momentous thing they’re doing to me.
The latching of their mouths to my pussy sends searing electricity surging through my veins, utterly blinding me.
“This can’t be right,” I screech hoarsely, stunned at the intimate sensation wreaking havoc through me. I lift my head off the table, trying my darndest to squirm away from them, but they’ve pinned me down with their tongues on my clit, my labia, and between my drenched folds.
Oh my god.
They don’t let up, sampling the innermost part of my body in the most salacious way imaginable. My defenses crumble, my grip on reality falters, and a mind-altering, mammoth orgasm usurps my entire body. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t douse the blaze of tremors wrecking every part of me.
“Oh god. What… how? This is so bad, so, so bad,” I say, tossing my head from side to side as Dean suckles on my throbbing clit, lulling me into more lascivious pleasure before he nips me, and I forget my name.
Wesley runs his tongue down my seam before easing a finger into my core, just deep enough for me to acknowledge his presence inside me, making me clench down so hard on him that I wonder if I might break his finger in half.
Camden lays hot, wet, biting kisses on my mons, leaving an array of hickeys that lead straight to my clit. I know this because I lift myself up on my elbows and see the trail of red marks from him sucking on my mound.
I drop my head back down on the table, quivering uncontrollably now, unsure if I came again or am still climaxing from my previous orgasm.
I’m astonished that they’re touching me this way with their mouths. Worse, there’s a fullness inside me on the brink of breaking loose. I can’t come again. That would be terrible. So, so terrible.
“This…this… must be… just… sin,” I say, grappling for that last word. Nothing that feels like this can be good, surely.
“You want us to stop sucking this gorgeous pussy of yours?” Wesley asks.
“Stop taking your clit into our mouths and playing with you? Stop doing this?” Camden dips the tip of his tongue into my center, curls his tongue into my wetness, and swallows my essence.
“Tell us if you want us to stop, princess,” Dean adds softly, his words vibrating against my folds as fresh wetness pools at the entrance of my pussy.
No. They weren’t supposed to ask me that question. Conflicted, I say the first thing that comes to my mind.
“I plead the fifth,” I rasp, although I sound as if I’d growled out the words.
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ACCIDENTALLY MATCHED - Book 1
ACCIDENTALLY MATCHED - Book 1
Together with my best friends and our unique canine darlings, Sweetpea, Honeypot, and Cupid’s Ass—yes, Cupid’s Ass—we run a very successful matchmaking company called Leashed to Love.
But now I want to take my skill set to the next level. I want to get clued up and physical in bedroom matters so I can learn tips and tricks for keeping couples together after marriage. Maybe I’ll write a book about my horizontal adventures. Except, it doesn’t help since I’ve never done it before.
And that’s where these three grumpy ranchers come into play. I dangle land they’ve been unsuccessful in purchasing for a while now in front of them, and in exchange they’ll let me experiment on them and with them. No holds barred. It’s the perfect deal.
And love has nothing to do with it.
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NOLAN
What on earth did we do to deserve this kind of hell?
The moment the saucy bombshell opened her luscious mouth and propositioned us, then told us to come with our dicks ready we knew it was a bad idea and were in total agreement it was never going to happen.
The world is filled with women a whole lot less dangerous than Tierney Vaughn. We’d gotten by just perfectly before she walked in on her pink stilettos and created the chaos with our lives we try to avoid.
But she doesn’t take no for an answer. In fact, the little minx didn’t even give us a chance to properly decline her offer when she sweetened the deal with cookies and Greenward’s land. She already anticipated we’d say hell fucking no way.
We’d been after that land for months on end. Right now our offering price is ten times its value, and still Greenward refused to sell, enjoying playing hardball with us a little too much.
Then in sweeps Tierney Vaughn, and he’s ready to sell it to us for five million more than our last offer.
That land belonged to Lone River sometime in the late 1800s, and we just wanted to get it back.
But at what fucking cost?
The amount of pep talks we gave each other on the way to the hotel is embarrassing. We’re big guys, six-four each, can rodeo an angry bull for eight seconds, wrangle mustangs, and then a stunning dark-haired girl has us with our dicks in a knot. Yeah, well, considering we have to put our dicks inside of her is terrifying enough.
We take in the siren before us. Whatever she’s wearing is so little, she might as well be naked. The great expanse of skin she is showing gleams silky soft under the massive chandelier of the suite.
I skim the contents she’d been arranging on the coffee table. Jesus fucking Christ. Does she expect us to use all that on her?
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Inappropriately Matched - Book 2
There is no way I’m marrying a man my father chooses for me. He wants me to marry someone fitting of our social standing? I think not. I do not want to marry some stuffy heir, so I’m going to do the direct opposite.
Cue three construction workers: Holt Kissinger, Steele Adams, and Ryder MacMurphy. They’re building a new block of apartments opposite mine. And maybe I scolded them for waking up the whole neighborhood with their incessant drilling and pounding, but Honeypot, my little fluffball matchmaker, senses some… umm, chemistry between us.
I think on my feet and ask one of them to marry me. They say they come in a package of three. I say I’ll take the lot.
Now I get to stick it to my father.
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STEELE
“Deal,” I say, because how the fuck could I say anything else? Ryder strokes his jaw watching the shit show I’m starring in, and Holt wants to snap my head off before he gets back to work.
“Okay,” she says, her cheeks now crimson, but she carries on full steam. “So. A—marriage for three months, unconsummated. Or marriage three months, consummated.”
I mean, her dog thinks we have great sexual chemistry, so if we get nothing out of the deal, it’ll be great sex. Her dog thinks we have great sexual chemistry. I say that sentence in my head again and again, and I can’t help but smile.
“If it’s consummated, you’ll be doing me a solid because I’m still a virgin and happy to part ways with my hymen already.
Then she admits she’s a virgin.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
A virgin.
“You do understand what that means, right?” I ask. “You’ll have to be shared between the three of us.” I copy her hand gestures to include Holt, Ryder, and me.
“Oh, I do. Looking forward to it actually,” she says, her gaze roving between the three of us.
She has the most magnetic eyes ever. One look into that deep hazel gaze of hers and I want to worship her for the rest of her life. Hmm… did I just think that out loud? Yes, I did.
And since Holt, Ryder, and I grew up in a foster care and share a bond tighter than if we were brothers, together with a telepathic connection that we always know what the other one is thinking, I can safely say never had a woman sucker-punched all three of us like this before. Ever.
We’ve never come across a woman like her. Silky soft skin, an entirely too sexy feminine jaw, and a throat made for our hands to wrap our hands around so we can feel her clutching onto our fingers inside her pussy when we squeeze.
“Consummated,” I say, ignoring Holt’s and Ryder’s incredulous looks that I’m entertaining this beauty for this long. Fuck, I’m having a little too much fun at these guys’ expense.
“Consummated it is then. I’m on the pill already, so that’s taken care of. I’m Clem, by the way. Clementine Williams.”
“Steele Adams,” I say. “These are my business partners, Holt Kissinger and Ryder MacMurphy.”
“Excellent. Great to meet you all.” She holds out her hand to me. “Phone.” I dig into my pocket and hand her my phone after unlocking it.
Her fingers fly across the screen, and I hear both Holt’s and Ryder’s phones beep in their pockets.
“I set up a group chat so I can send you details.” She hands me back my phone.
“And oh, and don’t worry about dressing up. You don’t need to go out and buy suits. Come as you are. I’ll value that more. Until tomorrow then,” she says, takes off Holt’s hard hat, hands it to him, waves at us, and is off.
We all stare at her leaving, and so do the other fucking men on site. Holt growls at them to get back to work.
I glance over at Holt and Ryder. And we can’t help but grin.
“Are you done fucking around now?” Holt asks.
“Guess we’re getting married, though,” I say with a chuckle. Ryder shakes his head, but he’s curious to see where this goes.
“The fuck we are,” Holt says under his breath.
"She doesn't even want us to splurge on suits for our wedding," I say seriously. "We're not going to find another girl like her," I joke more.
“She probably has no intention of showing up," Ryder says.
"Exactly. Didn’t you hear what I told her? She has to marry all three of us. If that doesn’t scare the crap out of her, nothing will."
"But if she does show, are we seriously going to be playing house with her for the next three months?” Ryder asks, and we let his words sink in.
Yeah, she’s not going to show up.
We get back to work. High-rise luxury apartment blocks don't build themselves.
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In a world where secrets and danger collide, love and determination must come together to secure the future.
Sadie Jones has deeply ingrained demons. She’s built walls around her heart, keeping men at arm's length, but when charismatic playboy billionaire, Saul Stephens takes refuge in her home, she finds herself with little choice but to allow him into her closely protected world. Pushing the boundaries of trust and desire, they must navigate a treacherous path, scattered with Sadie’s deepest fears to take a chance on love amidst the chaos that surrounds them. But Saul has been living a double life, and now his future is literally a race against the clock.
She is the light to his darkness. Can her love help him break free from the shadows of his past?
After his world was shattered on a dusty battlefield in Afghanistan, Special Forces Officer Tristan Rogers couldn't shake the grief of being responsible for his best friend's death. After leaving the service, his duties for Rossi Security fill the daytime hours and keep his mind from wandering to his painful past. But he can’t work 24/7, and his self-imposed solitude to shield his loss-ravaged heart is a lonely existence. Until Piper Emory, a sheltered, small-town girl with big dreams, moves in next door.
Instantly intrigued by her grumpy new neighbor, Piper refuses to let his icy demeanor deter her from befriending him. She’s confident that beneath his bald, bearded, bad-tempered exterior, is a kind and generous man worth getting to know. And the more she learns about Tristan, the more interested she becomes.
When Piper’s curiosity leads her to his shadowy world, Tristan is determined to prove that she’s in way over her head. Soon, Piper’s infectious smile and zest for life begin to heal his wounded heart. When an unexpected danger from a quietly lurking menace threatens Piper with a terrible fate, Tristan must break free of his demons and claim her before it’s too late. But even if he and his elite Rossi team can rescue her in time, is he up to the challenge of convincing Piper that his past is behind him and she is his future?
That's it for now.
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Chloe