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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)

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Emily’s an eighteen-year-old barrel-racing trust-fund baby who has only ever wanted one cowboy. She’s climbed him, kissed him, tempted him six ways to Sunday, trying to get him to break, and he’s made sure she’s stayed as pure as Ivory Soap as well.
Roman’s a bad boy built like his jacked-up Ford with a heart that’s been tethered to one hot filly since he first learned to walk. With a face every cowgirl in Montana wants to ride, no one would guess Roman’s been holding back his first time for his one and only.
Only, Roman wants to shake the tragedy of his past and prove to Emily’s father he’s the man she needs before he takes her to the altar and pops that cherry good and proper.
But there’s someone lurking in the background of this happily ever after, and he’s ready to ruin it all.

Author’s Note: The Worth the Wait collection is all virgins, love at first sight, and shameless indulgent fantasy. These are the second-generation children of the couples in books one and two. You get a hot breeding obsessed cowboy and a brazen cowgirl who just wants to ride her man good and proper. If you want to disappear into a low plot, hot sm u tty wonderland with a happily ever after, no cheating, and an obsessed alpha who will conquer his past for his girl? Step inside. We’ve got the goods

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Emily

“I'm 18. Totally legal. No more fear of committing a felony with an underage gal.” I wink at Roman, who I can tell from the knot in his forehead is ready to pop an aneurysm. “I’m serving this up on a plate for you. How can you possibly say no?”

I reach over as he pulls the truck off the main street into the parking lot, and run my hand down the exquisite hardness of his chest.

A chest I've known and watched grow from the little boy who became part of my Aunt Leah and Uncle Allister’s family when he was just three years old to the man he definitely is now.

We've been in this truck for two and a half hours, running down from our combined family's ranch compound in middle Montana to the college town on the border of Wyoming where my cousins, Roman's brother and sister, go to school.

Roman was adopted, so he’s not blood-related to any of us, but still, in our hearts, we’re family in every way that’s important.

My pussy has been throbbing the whole drive.

I have dreamed of climbing him like a tree for so long, I can’t remember who I was before this constant, unrelenting ache started inside of me.

He’s patient, if not infuriating, and as sweet as he is with me, there’s a seething bad boy just under the surface, ready to pop out and go fist to cuffs, probably more than he should.

There’s also a sad cowboy origin story behind that jaw-dropping chest. And those dark chocolate eyes. But someday, I hope he finally realizes it doesn’t matter where you start in life. It’s where you end up.

“I think you love this truck more than you love me,” I tease as he finds a spot under a huge shady tree and puts it in park. “You let me sit out in the sun. What if my paint starts to crack?” I nibble the end of my thumb while tugging the collar of my shirt to the side, exposing my chest and the indent of my cleavage.

“You want me to blow up my truck to show my devotion?” His thick, masculine voice makes frustrating things happen down below my belly button.

I bare my teeth in a playful growl. “I want to say yes, but I know you’d do it, then I’d feel twenty Sundays of bad about being a brat. And then we wouldn’t have a truck, and you’re one of two people I trust to haul Ruby around to my competitions.”

Ruby Tuesday is my mare, and we are sitting first in the regional 1D standings. Minnie Mae is my trainer and the only other person I’ll allow to haul Ruby. And Roman actually feels the same way about his champion quarter horse, Cavalier.

We’ve just parked outside the building where Roman’s adopted brother and sister have an off-campus condo. My twin cousins, Casey and Carrie, are already at college because they’re bona fide geniuses, but the four of us have been sharing secrets and making mischief as far back as our memories go.

We are each other’s ride or die.

‘Hunnerd percent.

“I’m not blowing up my truck.” He extends his arm and grabs me by the back of my hair, pulls my head forward, and plants a warm but powerful kiss on my forehead.

“I just want to know what it feels like to have that monster you've got down there inside me.” I pout, and Roman lets out a low growl as I give him my flutteriest lashes. “Pretty please? I dream about it even. Every night. I want all that bad boy baby batter fillin’ me up good n’ proper.”

I flutter my lashes some more, and he swallows, and that movement of his Adam's apple in his throat does things to me down low.

“Soon, baby.” He releases my hair as the truck’s diesel engine settles into a low idling rumble.

I’ve dreamed of being pregnant with my sort-of-cousin’s baby so long it’s shameful. I think I wanted to be the mother of his babies before I even knew how babies were made.

But along with that, I also have this thing… I want my dad’s approval of the man I’ll marry. It’s important to me to know that we have his blessing.

It’s all wrapped up with hormones and horniness, but deep down, if I ever saw disappointment in my father’s eyes, it would kill me.

Roman knows it, and he’s been living with my dual personalities, one of which would jump him in an instant, while the other would die inside knowing she disappointed her daddy.

Well, her first daddy, I should say.

“Saint Roman,” I tease on a dramatic exhale. “Your balls must be the color of blueberries.”

His hand darts out, fingers clamping at my windpipe, and suddenly, breathing is impossible. There’s a second of fear, but gosh, how I love it when he gets bossy and rough.

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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
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Previously as When She’s Mine no longer available published long ago. This book has been re-edited, largely re-written, additional content added. Now…what you are getting…
Allister Marshall is built like a wrecking ball and runs a club where every down-on-their-luck stray can change their life. What this big bruiser doesn’t have? Any clue what to do with a woman. He’s been holding his v-card for the one, thank you very much, and the day he unlocks a forgotten basement dungeon and finds the most beautiful woman alive chained inside, every cell in his oversized body knows.

Mine. I’m getting inside that and never leaving.

Leah Morgan was raised dripping in money and locked away from the world, hidden by the very family meant to protect her. Until old debts come calling. Now she’ll trade her ivory tower for a dungeon. She’s never been touched. Neither has he. The first time is going to wreck them both. She’s his to feed, his to spoil, his to ruin. But when she slips out of his grip a second time, Allister learns there’s no line a virgin brute won’t cross for his woman

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Leah

It was a nice little service. My sister's wedding, that is. To her whirlwind new love, Decker. I'm happy.

Right?

Let's go with ambivalent.

You know what else I am?

Horny.

I can't believe I just used that word. I've never felt this before, and I'm not sure how I feel about feeling it now.

But, my God. The man about to climb into the back of this limo with me is causing crazy things to happen down low.

Crazy wonderful.

And crazy wet.

Gah.

Allister.

That's his name. That's a great name.

He's Decker's best man and best friend, and I do my best not to stare as he lowers himself into the back of the limo, leaving the door open behind him.

Allister Marshall fills the available space, side to side, roof to floor. His massive hands come to rest on his thighs, and I'm mesmerized by the veins shifting under the skin, the tendons working, hands that look like they could crush bone.

My gaze drifts as a breath swells his chest, the starched white shirt under his charcoal suit pulling taut across all that muscle.

He looks at me, and I struggle to swallow the golf ball that feels lodged in my throat. This man looks hungry.

For me.

The girl with braces on her legs. The girl who gives in to the wheelchair at night because she can't stand the pain anymore.

Me.

I think this mountain of masculinity wants me.

In some way.

Maybe in the ways I've only read about in my stacks of worn, dovetailed books with wispy, corseted women on the covers. Ways I've never known in real life.

Never felt.

I feel it now, in the dampness between my thighs and the hair prickling at the nape of my neck.

I battle to hold onto the eye contact and lose. My gaze flits and flies, alighting on pieces of him, then landing on some fascinating fleck of dust on the floor.

He looks like something a careless god built to ruin women. His heartbeat seems to thrum in the very air of the car, and mine must be taking its cue, because it's trying to break out of my chest while he sits there, calm, those cut features sharp and yet, intensely relaxed.

A short growth of dark hair covers what used to be a slick, bald head, and I wonder what made him start to grow it out.

Wilson, my driver, shuts the door behind Allister with a click, and the limo dips slightly as he settles into the front seat.

Allister’s nostrils flare slightly as I inspect his face for a blink.

I note the age difference between us in the lines around his eyes, the three across his forehead. Less than ten years between us, I’d guess. That only flutters my heart more. And he's other things besides older.

Experienced.

Controlled.

Impeccable.

The Bentley pulls away, near-silent but I feel it moving.

Why doesn’t he say something? God, this is unbearable. I’m counting my heartbeats as they bang around in my chest.

How can he sit there looking so calm?

"I can't believe my little sister is married." I blurt unable to hide the quiver in my voice.

My face flames as Allister swallows and shifts his hips, and the limo jerks as Wilson works us through traffic toward Decker's guesthouse, where I've been staying ever since the police found me locked and bound in a room in the basement of my family's mansion.

Well. The police were there. The one who actually found me was him.

Allister.

Why do I love that name so much?

"Why can't you believe she's married?" Allister's voice matches the rest of him, a sonic boom that nearly knocks my head into the headrest.

I turn to the window, hunting for an answer that doesn't make me sound like a selfish brat.

I was afraid of him when he came into that room to rescue me. The day still plays on a loop in my dreams. The dark, the bindings, then light pouring in from the doorway, and people everywhere. My first thought: I'm safe. Then Allister, nearly blocking out the light again, and I screamed and pounded him with my fists the second he cut me loose. Not one blow earned a wince.

Not from him. My little cotton-candy fists, banging against the solid lead under his clothes.

I'm lost in the contradiction of it. Just being this close has my breath coming short and hot. But, there’s kindness under all that menace, a golden heart glowing straight through the tailored suit.

And yet he's tied to everything I've lost. He's Decker's best friend.

Decker, who's taken May away from me.

I shake the selfish thought loose. May is happy. Decker is amazing. I'm being a petulant child.

"I don't know." I reach for something honest. "I should be the one taking care of her. Not some stranger she only just met."

His eyes settle on me, and I shrink into the seat. Tiger's eyes, gold bleeding into brown until I can't tell where one ends and the other starts.

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Total pages in book: 38
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Previously published long ago as Where She Belongs. :) This book has been re-edited, largely re-written, additional content added. Now...what you are getting...May is a nineteen-year-old heiress who's never been allowed beyond the gates of her family's estate. But tonight she hops a bus into the city with twelve dollars in her pocket and a plan to get out of her own wedding to a man she's never loved. Her plan is simple, if not wildly flawed…find the first nightclub that's hiring. Then, dance until she's earned enough to get her and her sister new names and a new life.

What she doesn't plan on is Decker. Forty-three, the definition of tall, dark and dangerous. Oh, and he's never touched a woman in his life. By the time May finishes her first sentence, he's absolutely certain he's keeping her. The problem is, May has no idea what her fiancé is actually planning. And it isn't pretty.

Decker is about to discover the darkness that lurks behind the pristine doors of the place that May calls home. And once he does, there is nothing on this earth that's going to take her from him.

Author's The Forever Collection is all virgins, love-at-first-sight over the top fantasy. Fall hard, fall fast, take no prisoners. These are interconnected, following different couples in the series. Best read in order but can be enjoyed as stand alones as well! Get a hot read, hard breeding, happily ever after, no cheating, and an alpha obsessed hero who will paint the streets bloody to keep his girl safe. Step inside. It's steamy

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Decker

Another girl, another firing. That's how my week is going.

"It was just a hand job." Claudia rolls her eyes, and her fake lashes brush her tattooed brows. "That's barely even anything. I didn't even kiss him, for chrissake."

Her eyes dart to the corners of the room as if not looking at me will change the outcome of what’s about to happen.

"You know the rules," I say, fighting the urge to lecture her like a daughter instead of fire her like an employee.

Believe it or not, it hurts me every time I have to do this. I want to help them all, but in the end, they have to want it. I can't do it for them.

"I'm great at hand jobs. I got him off in like twenty seconds." Claudia pouts. "It's almost like shaking someone's hand. Would you fire Allister for shaking hands with one of the clients?"

Allister, my right-hand man, cuts in. "Congratulations on your skill set. And no, it is not like shaking hands. Did you wear a rubber glove?" His voice is always low, but when he's disappointed, it drops to something like a bass drum learning to speak.

He's pissed. He's the one who talked me into hiring her. I told him she wouldn't take it seriously. Looks like I was right. No pleasure in being right about this kind of thing.

I press my middle fingers into my temples. The lights in here drive ball-peen hammers into my skull.

I glance down at the open employee folder on my desk, then scan around the room. The office is all white. Some would say too white. Too cold. Not me.

Neatly stacked pillars of white boxes line one wall, labeled and color-coded by unpacking priority. One of the girls asked me yesterday my favorite color. When I told her ‘white’, she snorted, said that's not a color. I disagree. White is clean, pure, without blemish. My house is the same way, and I've lived there five years.

I haven't had time to make any of it anything else.

I re-focus on the task at hand.

Claudia.

Allister is my GM. And my best friend. Heart of gold inside a body the size of Texas. The stark lights reflect off his bald head as he shakes it, running a hand back and forth over it, staring at Claudia as she inspects her shimmering pink nails.

This is my club. My rules. The girls dance, they don't strip. They wear barely anything to start with, but nothing comes off, and every customer’s hands stay where I can see them.

But in this environment, today it's a hand job, tomorrow a blowjob, next week one of my girls is in the back of some asshole's car with her face bruised. I've seen it. I won't have it.

"So, I'm done?" Claudia juts out her hip and finally settles her vitriol on me. "You're firing me? This is total bullshit. One hand job and one joint, that's all it was. And now you're firing me? I didn't even smoke it here, for chrissake. You can't tell me what I can do on my own time. This place is turning into the damn Westlake Baptist Church."

I hold up her file. "Yep, you're done. You signed the contract. School, no drugs, no drinking, don't touch the customers. You fucked up." I shrug and close the file. "I don't fire people, Claudia. They fire themselves. Get your stuff out of your locker. We'll send you a month's pay to get on your feet. Allister will walk you out. I wish you the best."

I lean back in my chair. My temples are still pounding, and my stomach is eating itself. One a.m. Haven't eaten since noon.

"You can suck my ass!" Claudia gives me one final middle finger before she stalks out the office door, Allister rolling his eyes at me as he walks behind her.

Sixteen years a Marine. Now I own nightclubs. Funny how life turns out. I don't even drink, and strip clubs never did a damn thing for me. But I got out, and the world doesn't have a lot of use for a retired jarhead with no taste for desk work, so this is what I built. Monarch was the first. Four more after that. This one, Monarch V, opened a month ago.

Every girl who walks through my door — and I do mean every one — gets the same offer. Stick to the rules, and I'll cover whatever they need to get out of whatever they're in. Rehab, attorneys, GEDs, college tuition. I've bashed in a few pimps' faces along the way, too, when they came around looking to collect what they thought belonged to them.

Some of my girls are lawyers now. PTA mothers. Social workers. One's a fucking pediatrician. I keep every Christmas card.

The low bass from the floor bleeds through the open office door. I'm usually gone by midnight. Tonight I'm not. Tuesday is tryout night. Girls who want to dance come in, we look, we decide. I usually stick around for it.

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She’s not his. She never was. But he raised her like she was.

Winona was never supposed to be this grown. This curvy. This much of a brat.
She parades around the house he built for her like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to him. But she knows. Oh, she knows—and she wants him to snap.
She’s eighteen with a look in her eyes that makes grown men suffer.
He protected her. Gave her everything. Did the right thing.
But now, he wants more.
And once she sees what’s coming for her, all she can say is ‘ouch’.

Author’s Note: You know exactly what this is. Filthy, fast, and wrong in all the right ways. If that’s your thing? Daddy’s home. Safe, no cheating ever, don’t come for the plot. But as always, they get a hot, hard happily ever after

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Chapter One

Reuben

Coming home is the best and worst part of every day.

It wasn’t always like that, but the last six months have been a horror show.

First, it’s because Winona, my deceased best friend’s daughter, who, for all intents and purposes, I’ve raised for the last six and a half years, has turned into sin incarnate. I want to spend every fucking second of every day near her, but she’s pushing me damn near to a nervous breakdown, parading around the house in just a t-shirt and panties most of the time. No matter how many times I tell her to go put clothes on, she just smiles and does what she wants.

Fucking brat.

But the more she pushes back at me, the harder my dick gets, and at almost forty years old, I’ve never sported a boner bigger, harder, or more deviant in its fantasies than I have the last few months.

But, it’s not just Winona that’s making it hard to come home to the house I built for us four years ago, it’s her mother, too, and for totally different reasons.

Rage-filled and a fan of Diet Coke and Southern Comfort, Catrina thinks the world is her oyster, but expects me to be the one funding her lavish lifestyle.

I take a moment to breathe as I wind up the driveway to the house, scanning the back acreage of the two hundred and sixty that’s my safe haven from the world outside. I bought it to bring some fresh perspective to Winona and to selfishly give her everything her heart desires hoping she would never think to look to another man for anything.

My phone buzzes as I pull my Denali into the carport attached to the side of the house next to the door, and Winona’s face appears on the screen with her tongue stuck out. I let her choose her ringtone and the contact image, and little does she know I’ve put that image with her tongue out onto my fucking dick several times a day ever since, imagining what it would feel like to have it licking up my shaft for real.

“Yesssss.” I tap accept on her FaceTime call and squeeze my temples in a silent plea to my already-hardening dick to keep things under control.

“Daddy!” She chirps, and any hope for control sails out the window and disappears on the early Spring Michigan breeze.

“Daughter.” I take a breath, hating myself for playing this little game with her, but knowing I have zero control.

It was her idea to call me Daddy when she was still in pigtails. Her father, my best friend and brother in all ways except blood, was “Dad” to her, and I was around all the fucking time, so she started to tell everyone I was her second father. Then, she branded me with the Daddy title, and there was no fucking turning back.

But since she turned the corner on adulthood, it’s taken on a whole new meaning.

“Joey says you told him to go home for the day. Is that true?” I do my best to glare at her, but when she nods and grins it’s pretty much fucking impossible.

“He was sick, Daddy. Sneezing and coughing. He needs to rest.”

I grunt in reply.

Only fucking bodyguard in the world who takes orders from the eighteen-year-old girl he’s supposed to be protecting. Well, bodyguard is stretching it. Joey used to work security at my construction company, until I needed someone to drive my little girl to school and back. He’s the only motherfucker in the world I trust with her, because he’s both enormous and intimidating, and when it comes to romantic interest, he’s a man’s man if you know what I mean.

Her pink cherub cheeks are more flushed than usual, and the immediate urge to ask her if she’s feeling okay catches in my throat as she smiles and points both her index fingers to her lips.

“See these?”

I don’t only fucking see them, I fucking dream about them, little girl. “Yes, baby. What about them?”

“They’re hungry, and you said you would be home an hour ago.” She pokes out that bottom lip, and God help me, cum seeps from the tip of my now painfully swollen dick.

I’ve always been an in-charge kind of guy, but when Stan died six years ago in a work accident that turned all our worlds upside down, my need for control multiplied a hundred-fold, especially when it came to his daughter.

“Well, I’m here now, and you know what I always say about hunger, right?” I sniff, run my hand down my thighs, and catch movement through the window next to the side door. The muscles down my back tighten when I see Catrina making her way toward the bar along the back wall of the kitchen.

“Hunger makes a good gravy,” Winona says on an eye roll, her cute as fuck little black bangs brushing on her lashes. They’re chopped in crooked chunks because she refuses to go to a salon. That’s a story for another time, but the one time she let Catrina cut her hair, it ended in tears and a screaming match, because her mother insisted on giving her ‘long layers’, whatever the fuck that means, and Winona wanted a ‘blunt cut’. Again, I have no fucking idea what any of that means, except that it resulted in the two women in my house making my life hell for two fucking days while they fought over hair.

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He has the face of my father, but his hands are all his.
Rye McAllister is my dad's twin brother. He took me to my first thrift store, named a bonsai tree after me, and was always there at Sunday brunch.

Now Dad's in rehab, Mom’s a mess, I have the tryout of a lifetime coming up, and Rye's sleeping down the hall as my stand-in father figure.

And I am not okay.

When my friends drag me to a bachelorette weekend, I’m expecting chocolate dildos and too much tequila, not a private kink club for Truth or Dare night. And, because God hates me specifically, guess who’s there? Uncle Rye.

Things go from awkward to holy sh*t when he slaps a collar on my neck and takes all my dares for himself.
So, what do I do? I bolt. Because I’m the good girl that holds the family together by being, well… perfect.
The McAllister Clan is coming apart. But will love be enough to put the pieces back together?

Author's This filthy little bachelorette-gone-wrong features a 6'5" step-uncle with his twin brother's face and an obsession with a sweet, tiny dancer that is 100% off limits. Safe, no cheating, with a hero who tracks her iPhone like a love language. He looks like her dad, but being her Daddy is what he was born for

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CHAPTER 1

Elodie

How am I going to spend two weeks in the same house with the man I can't stop thinking about? A man who, incidentally, looks exactly like my father?

It's just so wrong.

Here I am, scrolling through my phone, looking at pictures of my Uncle Rye, while my mother packs her bag to go visit my father across the country in rehab.

A little bead of sweat trickles down my chest, making me shiver as April sun streams through the kitchen window.

"Rye will be here tonight,” she says as she fidgets with the tag on her Coach bag making sure the logo is clearly visible. “Most people can't tell the difference between him and your father. He'll come and go, just like your dad does. He'll drive the minivan. Just don't let any of the neighbors get too nosy, and don't mention what's going on to anyone. Elodie, are you listening?"

Blood rushes to my face, and I turn my phone face down on the granite island.

“I’m listening,” I say, receiving a doubtful frown in response. “Uncle Rye will be pretending to be Dad. Got it.”

“Perhaps you should call him Dad at all times while he’s here. What do they call it, method acting?”

I nod ignoring the rush of dampness that seeps from my body thinking of sleeping a wall away from my uncle for two weeks. “Got it. I’ll call him Dad.”

I bet Dad fucks like a beast.

All that calm control has to have an outlet right? God, I wonder if he will be jerking off while he’s here? The vision has my feminine parts clenching. My nipples are achy and sensitive and my clit is ten kinds of demanding right now.

Rye could melt most frigid women’s resolve into a steaming puddle of wanton desire with those spooky greenish gold eyes of his and the way he moves through life with a confidence that makes you want to put him between you and all the terrible things in the world. I tell myself it’s just infatuation build on the quiet attention he’s given me since I was five years old.

But, every time I see him, it’s like the air disappears. I want to reach down and rub away the tension he creates between my legs.

I know nothing of men in that way really except what Anna and Jeremy my besties from grade school tell me. But there are things built into our DNA we cannot control. Desire and want. God, so much want.

My mother offers a thin smile and I return one in my practiced, polished perfect daughter manner.

Image is everything to my mother. She won Miss Michigan, after all, and her own mother was first runner-up in the Miss USA pageant, 1952, or whatever year it was.

“No fast food,” she says checking her lipstick in the glassy front of the wall oven. “I mean it, Elodie, don’t let Rye lead you astray. You’re doing so well on this diet, I don’t want to lose our progress. Remember that Sophia said their only doubt about you is that you’ve…filled out a bit more than is normally acceptable for a principal dancer.”

I click my molars together on another forced smile. “Got it. No fast food. I promise.”

She turns to open a cupboard and take yet another count of the diet shakes stacked in there, and I take the opportunity for another peek at my phone.

I tap on my photo files, then another tap to the hidden file I keep.

The latest snapshot of Uncle Rye pops up first from last month's performance of Swan Lake, where he brought me five dozen white roses. The picture is him standing next to me as I struggle to hold up what felt like fifty pounds of floral bliss.

“You have enough Opti-Cal to last two weeks. Weigh in when you first get up after you pee, then again right before bed. The app will log it and I’ll check it while I’m gone. Remember, accountability keeps us honest. God help me, if that man ruins all the work we’ve done—”

"Everything will be okay, Mom. Just take care of Dad."

Two years ago, I put on five pounds during spring break, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. Mom blames Uncle Rye because he insisted that I could share his Chinese take-out when he came to visit, just a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday. He ordered enough for six, and I pigged out but I also took on an extra two hour practice every day because there was no school, so I’m not sure if the five pounds was from the fried rice, or just a little water weight from an overload of msg and sodium.

I’m six pounds lighter than I was then and Mom is happier with things this way.

And honestly? When Mom’s happy, my life is a heck of a lot easier.

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Vito

Iwatch as the auto shop owner counts the stacks of hundred-dollar bills. He’s nervous. I’m not like his typical customers, and my requests for the customizations on my new black Suburban were unique to say the least.

“We square?” I grumble as I stare at my phone, answering texts and emails while he opens a safe behind his desk and stacks the money inside.

“Y—yes,” he stutters, taking the last of the cash and securing it in the little black box, unaware that I could break his safe in less than thirty seconds if I wanted to.

I paid nearly double the quote for the upgrades on my new ride under the condition that he would get it done off the books and in less than a week.

He did both, so I’m pleased, and I’ll send him more business from people like me who need services like his. He may be nervous, but I have a sixth sense for people, and I’m betting he understands what loyalty means.

He rustles through a stack of papers on his desk, pushing empty coffee cups, screwdrivers and other shit around that looks like it’s been sitting there for years. Every few seconds he glances my way with an apologetic nod, but all I want is for him to calm the fuck down.

I don’t think he knows exactly who I am, but he has an idea of what I am. We didn’t exchange names. Most people wouldn’t know me on sight, but they would know my name. My family has a history in Detroit, and I’ll admit not all of it is good.

In fact, most of it isn’t good.

But even without knowing my name, I’m intimidating. Both in looks and presence. Add to that, the bulletproof glass, reinforced-steel roll cage and other customizations, I think he’s got some idea I could be a problem for anyone I found didn’t serve me.

“Here. Your receipt.” He raises the piece of paper from the desk with a shaky hand.

I scowl. “I don’t want a fucking receipt.” My brows draw together. “What part of ‘no records’ did you not understand?”

“I’m sorry.” He slowly pulls the paper back to him. “I just thought you might want a…list of everything we did. I don’t know how this works…” He rubs the center of his forehead with his other hand.

“Did you do everything I asked?”

He nods.

“Then I know what you did. I don’t forget things. Or people.”

I see him swallow hard as he tears the receipt into tiny pieces and throws them into a trash can. I hold out my hand, and he takes it in a limp shake that has me fighting off the urge to squeeze harder and give him a speech about being a man. Instead, I opt to get on with my evening. I’ve got some uncomfortable business to take care of, and I don’t like to put things off just because they're unpleasant.

If I did, I’d never get anything done.

He raises the shop door as I hop in the Suburban and start it up. It rumbles under me, then the noise disappears completely as I shut the door—the stone silence of the interior is just what I requested.

The first flash of lightning brightens the dark sky as I pull out of the garage and make my turn toward my former business partner’s office.

My former office.

But things change. Even in my somewhat shady business, people draw lines and have their own limits. There are things I won’t do. I’m no saint—I’ve done things that would make most mothers cry. But it’s how I grew up, and the truth is, my mother was proud of me.

God rest her soul. She passed away three years ago from complications of pneumonia. My dad preceded her by ten years, taking a slug from a rival family while he was having dinner at a now closed business-friendly restaurant downtown.

He was eating spaghetti with my former partner’s father one second and taking a bullet between the eyes the next. The other guy got a bullet into the shooter, but it was too late for my father. Our families have been friends and partners of one sort or another for three generations. Salvatore and I grew up together, got in scrapes together, and always had each other’s back.

Unfortunately, when Sal started to branch off into sex work with girls barely old enough to drive, I drew my line in the sand and made it clear we were going to part ways.

I’m willing to take a financial hit to distance myself as quickly as possible from that shit, and honestly, I’m seeing a side of him that makes me glad we’re dissolving our business relationship.

I’ll still manage a lot of the weapons sales. That’s been under my supervision primarily, and Sal doesn’t have the knowledge necessary to make it work. Trying to persuade a buyer that you know what you’re talking about, when all you really know is how to point a gun, is liable to get you killed.

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What do you get when you take one hot, off-limits felonious cowboy and a secret Grinch fantasy?
A Christmas Eve your parents do not want to hear about.
I’m home from school for the holidays and shocker, my mother and step-father are heading to some tropical retreat to celebrate. Without me.
Merry Christmas to me.
Then, I realize, I’m being followed.
That night, I wake to someone in my room.
He hissed in my ear saying it would be over soon, but I didn’t believe him.
Black clothes. Rough hands. Grinch mask.

I should have screamed. I should have fought.
Instead, I moaned when he called me little Cindy Lou Who. How does this masked intruder know my secrets? He wraps his hands around my throat as fear turns to something dark and sparkly and dangerous. The Montana snow is falling, and so am I.

I don’t know who he is.
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Christmas will never be the same.

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CHAPTER 1

Christmas in Montana is not all romance and fluffy snowflakes like the Hallmark movies make you think.

This year at least, it’s going to be about me staring at the bare corner of the living room where a ten-foot Norway pine usually stands twinkling with a thousand white lights and carefully curated aesthetic ornaments.

Not this year.

“This is for your own good.” My mother cocks a flawlessly arched eyebrow, darting her eyes to mine as I sit in the passenger seat of her new Mercedes GLS, an early Christmas present from my stepfather, Colbert, as she drives us into town.

I barely had ten minutes at my family’s ‘cabin’ to drop my bags and take a breath before she scurried me to the car. And, by cabin I mean ten thousand square feet of hand set pine logs set on a thousand acres of some of the most stunning land in Montana.

I’ve had a hellish week, with studying and then driving the five hours home from Bozeman through a typical Montana December blizzard.

Did she even ask about my grades or how finals went?

They went well, Mom. I should maintain my 4.0 GPA and stay on track to graduate in three years with my double major in English and Political Science. Thanks for asking.

My half-sister Isabel giggles from the backseat, staring at her new iPhone. She’s been watching cat videos on TikTok since we pulled out of the drive.

She’s been indoctrinated from birth into the Elena and Colbert Houser playbook of life. This includes church every Sunday, and watching my parents make donations to politicians who support ‘traditional’ values. Their presentation of the perfect family to the upper crust of Montana is their true religion, if you ask me.

But, as usual, no one is asking me.

And yet, Isabel has still maintained her sweet nature and wisdom beyond her six and a half years.

I love her.

“Yes, mother.” I swallow around the tightness in my throat as Mom takes the turn onto East Chester Avenue, and then we see it.

Him, I mean. A guy. In a mask.

Isabel squeals as she sees him too. I suck in a sharp breath, my fingers darting to my lips. He’s just standing there with people walking around him shooting him looks as he stares straight ahead as though he was waiting for our car to turn the corner.

“Look! It’s the Grinch!” Isabel lowers her window and yells, “Go back to where you came from, Grinchy Grinch! You’re not in Whoville!”

“Isabel!” Mom snaps as I lock onto the man in the green mask, his head tipping to the side as we pass. I note the stiff khaki pants and plain gray sweatshirt that make him look like a convict on his first day of parole. “You don’t know who that is! He could be dangerous.”

“He’s wearing a Grinch mask, Mom. How dangerous could he be? What’s he gonna do? Stuff our Christmas tree up the chimbly?” Her little lisp is so cute. “Oh, wait, we don’t even have a Christmas tree this year.”

Her voice falls, eyes meeting mine with a pity shrug.

I turn my head as we pass, watching the man raise a gloved hand, finger waving at the car as we go by, and a chill shakes my shoulders.

Why did it have to be the Grinch? I exhale hard, crossing my arms over my chest as Mom pulls the black SUV into the valet line at The Cobalt Club. I turn to look through the rear windshield at the freak on the corner, but he’s already gone.

“Ignore him,” my mom says, blinking at herself in the rearview. “Christmas is not about caricatures and cartoons. We know better, don’t we?”

She winks at Isabel, who is back to staring at her phone. “Yup,” she answers without looking up.

We’re at the club for a holiday late lunch, a concession to me before the three of them head to the airport, and I don’t see them again until after the New Year. They’re leaving for a Christmas ‘retreat’ at the secluded Barbados resort owned by the First Church of Holy Values in Christ.

Don’t let the name fool you. It’s more like the first church of you-need-two-commas-in-your-bank-account-to-be-a-member.

If Jesus were alive, he wouldn’t make it through the front door on a carpenter’s salary.

“Let’s get going, girls. Some of us have a plane to catch.” Mom finger brushes her freshly highlighted and blown-out blonde bob before putting the car in park and grabbing her purse.

I look back at Isabel, and she gives me a tight smile. “We all want you to come, Sadie. But God needs you to take some time to re-evaluate your priorities.”

Her blue eyes flick to my mother, who nods in approval, glowing with pride that her and my stepfather’s training has worked its magic with their third child.

Third time’s the charm, as they say.

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All she wanted was to save her home. Now, she’s engaged to a demon hell-bent on knocking her up.
Eve was minding her business, bleeding on ancient scripture like any isolated virgin in a decaying mansion might, when boom…a portal to Hell opened, and a seven-foot demon with a barbed, sentient c*ck stepped through ready to wife her up.

Aios is not subtle. Not gentle. And definitely not human. But from the second he scents her purity, it’s game on. She’s his now. It’s fated, mated obsession, and zero protection.

Lock the doors. Drop the panties. He’s about to put a baby in her belly and a ring on her finger. But this demon broke the rules when he fell in love. Will these star-crossed lovers have what it takes to find their way to a happily ever after in this world or the down-under? Or will the devil take his due?

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Chapter 1

Aios

Gnarled trees open into a dark clearing as I propel myself toward the door. It’s been a hundred years since the priest sealed the portal behind me, locking me out of one of my many earthly playgrounds.

I claimed this particular earthly dwelling in a soul trade with the man who built it after he took to drinking and gambling and would have put his family on the street if not for making a deal with me.

Collecting human souls has been a hobby for centuries, but it’s been so long since I indulged. The minor pleasure it once brought me long ago faded.

Yet today, I felt the pull, heard the words of the summoning, and knew the door had reopened.

I’m on it within a breath. The entry seal breaks under my palm with a crack like bone snapping, then it swings wide. The warmth of humanity pours out, sending excitement racing through me as I step through.

At the last minute, I feel something familiar latch onto my heels.

Varek. A sniveling little sub-demon that follows me around like an annoying younger brother.

“Let go of me!” I hiss as we emerge on the other side, feeling the air drag through my throat.

He obeys, as usual. That’s why he’s still alive.

A demon of my standing has many sub-demons, but I find most of them useless and have vaporized thousands over the years.

This old dwelling place was a place I toyed with humans, indulging my evil powers for my own entertainment.

Demons get bored, too. My entire existence has been inflicting pain and ruin. Pain and ruin.

It gets dull after so many centuries.

Still, it’s all I know, and today, whatever unfortunate soul has summoned me back here will understand just how skilled I am at destroying soft, stupid humans. Once we seal the pact, I will invent new, painful ways to bring about the end of their earthly existence.

I snarl as I steady my newly-formed body, my bones growing sinuous muscle as the skull that sits on top of my neck solidifies once again.

Some sorcerer has performed the ritual and called me forth. There will be an exchange for the reopening of my playground, something they want and something I will take in return. It’s celestial law, and something even the Big Man down the dark stairs doesn’t question.

I glance over my shoulder, seeing that the entry has already disappeared. There remains only a blank wall beside a tall mirror that hung in that very place the last time I was here.

The wood floor is smoother under my feet, especially down the center, but the echoes of long-faded screams and pleas for mercy still linger in the stale air.

I recognize the yellowed wallpaper. The furniture is mostly gone, but the bones of the old mansion are still in place, though someone has let it go to ruin. The scent of mildew and damp neglect permeate the walls. A once grand plantation-style dwelling with white pillars across the front is now cracking and crumbling.

“Master... My voice burns,” Varak whines, his hands clutching his throat.

“Then stop using it,” I tell him coldly.

Demons in the underworld do not require rudimentary speech to communicate. In the other plane, our voices aren’t bound by lungs or larynx, tongue or teeth. But here, things are different. Many of the natural laws of the human world apply, even to us.

Like the way my breeding apparatus suddenly stirs to life, hardening, lengthening, standing out fourteen inches from between my legs, barbed and sentient. We are connected, of course, but it also has its own mind, its own will.

Find her…It hisses as a low burning in the length has my fingers twitching to soothe myself.

It’s called mating, a rarity for my kind. We live with constant hunger, it’s part of our hell. We can eat but are never full. We can drink wine but never feel the stupor. We bask in flame but still feel cold.

But nothing matches the deep hole of insatiable desire for a mate that we will never find.

“Master…” Varak stares up at my naked member from his place on the floor, a look of terror, shock and awe on his mole-like face. Sub-demons like Varak have no use for such appendages. “Shall I provide you relief?” He sniffs rubbing his rodent like digits together.

“The only relief you can provide is the pleasure I will take in banishing you into an eternity of nothingness. Now, stop talking and stop looking at my phallus you jealous imp.”

The only thing worse than death for a demon creature is the netherworld limbo that neither exists nor doesn’t exist.

I land the back of my bony hand against his head, knocking him backward. His eyes still locked onto my mating appendage send me into a fury.

I’ve never hardened like this before. But there’s a scent here. Something on the air my cock clearly caught it before me.

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What do you get when cancel culture sends a former it-girl influencer straight into the arms of the grumpy small-town mechanic with a secret obsession?A Daddy who’s got a secret that just might end our happily ever after before it begins.
I was supposed to disappear.
Change my name. Colored my hair. Get out before the internet dragged me under for good.
Instead, I ended up in a busted Tesla, soaking wet, face to face with a man who could bench press my entire life and still have energy left to punish me.
Beau Boone doesn't talk much. But when I call him “Daddy”, the Boone damn breaks.
Now I’m staying in his house. Wearing his shirts. Following his rules.
And learning that the quiet ones don’t just fantasize. They study.
Turns out, Daddy doesn’t just want to fix my car.
He wants to lock me down in a way that can never be undone.

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One

Tessa

We should be filming this.

Or at least snapping selfies and posting with #dinerlife, #influencermeetup, #itgirls.

With the headline, “They say rock bottom has a trap door. Immabouttofindout.”

I lie my head back on the sticky vinyl of the booth. Diners are supposed to be charming and low-end chic, but this one just smells like Lysol and rancid oil.

I only half listen to my friends’ conversation over bad coffee and worse food as my temples pound and my anxiety whispers in my ear that the sky is absolutely falling, and its destination is the top of my head.

My phone sits on the booth seat next to my left thigh. It lights up with another text from Ethan, my fifteen-year-old brother I left at home. I squeeze the button on the side, darkening the screen.

Guilt makes the sad breakfast in front of me impossible to eat.

But this is an adventure I need to take on my own.

Out the grease-smudged window of The Last Stop diner sits my white Tesla Model S. I’d say it looks out of place, but next to Marla’s rented Mercedes, Kit’s blacked-out Denali and Eliana’s shiny new Porsche, it fits right in.

A testament to the power of social media and the wild truth of just how rich, and screwed up, it can make you before the age of eighteen.

And after.

Inside my trunk is my entire set of Louis luggage, stacked on top of at least three black garbage bags full of shoes that probably outvalue the car.

Yesterday, after reading the email threatening to bludgeon me with a claw hammer, then the next one that offered me explicit advice on just how to stop my heart with a few household chemicals and pain relievers, I finally snapped.

The crack had been forming for a year, especially with my dad’s temper making me flinch every time he punched a wall or stomped on one of my intricately glued-together scale-engine models, wondering if one of these days it might be me he decides to break. But once the fault line split, so did I.

By two a.m., I’d chosen a destination that seemed as far away from my current life as I could get, and yet wouldn’t entail a drive more than a few hours from civilization, because my anxiety is constantly telling me I’ll surely be lost with no phone sig and a very large, expensive white paperweight on the side of the road.

Marla's voice cuts through the fog. Sitting with the only people in my life who understand how it was all unraveling makes up for the shitty food.

"Wildfire?” Marla holds her half-eaten double cheeseburger in both hands, grease, condiments and pickle juice dripping off the wilted lettuce onto the white porcelain plate. “Surely someone with your IQ could pick somewhere that at least sounds like a real place, instead of a sound effect?"

Her face is selfie-ready, as always. Lashes heavy, lips too red this early.

She looks like she's heading to a red carpet, not a back road diner with a hand written ‘Cash Prefer’d’ sign taped to the front door. But that's Marla. Always ready. Always curated.

She was America's YouTube sweetheart by the age of twelve. Now she can't go to a grocery store without someone calling her a bitch on TikTok.

But unlike me, she’s a duck. All the shit just rolls off her back, turning to gold in her bank account.

"It’s a nowhere, which is exactly where I want to be right now," I say, rolling the warm coffee mug between my palms.

Kit reaches across the sticky table and squeezes my wrist. She's the only one of us who got out clean. From pigtails and brand endorsements to kindergarten teacher. Long skirts. Bare nails. Mom to Mom sales on Sunday.

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I knew I was falling for the man my mom married all those years ago. Strutting around the house in barely there shorts. Bending over in front of him like a total brat. He’s rough, wears a cowboy hat like it’s X-rated, and has to duck to get through doorways. To him, I’m just his ex’s kid.

So when I show up on Cade Burton’s front porch with a bruise on my cheek and two big secrets under my shirt, I dial the teasing up to a ten just to see this hot cowboy sweat. Only, what I don’t know is he has some feelings of his own and my teasing hasn’t gone unnoticed.

But now I’m eighteen and living under his roof. Love doesn’t care about rules.
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Author’s This is one milky, fantastical, totally unrealistic forbidden romp. Step-Tease is an exclusive novella in the Wanting What’s Wrong series of best-selling step-relation stories. There’s dirty talk, one colossal, hot cowboy, a little girl who’s had a crazy year, and just the right setup for a happily ever after that absolutely shouldn’t have happened... But it did. It does

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One

Jenna

My heart is breaking. My boobs are aching. I’m an eighteen-year-old lactating virgin.

Unpack that.

“It’s only for a year.” My older sister Renae bounces ten-month-old Morgan on her hip, her chubby fingers tugging at my hair as I bite back another deluge of tears. “I promise, you will always be the best auntie. You saved my life taking care of her. I’ll never be able to repay you.”

Sweet Morgan. The product of a less-than-ideal relationship my sister had with an old high school flame who quickly beat it out of town to California as soon as the pregnancy test turned up with two pink lines.

“She saved me too,” I mutter through shaking lips as Morgan’s hand moves to the neckline of my t-shirt, pulling, as that tingling, burning ache in my nipples nearly brings me to my knees.

“I gotta take this assignment, sis. And you cannot stay here.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at the chaos of the small rental house my mom and her boyfriend call home.

“I’ll be fine,” I lie as the pain in my chest is overridden by the throbbing on the left side of my face where Mom’s boyfriend-slash-supplier left a reminder for her that no matter their relationship, she still owes him money.

“You are not fine. This place is not fine.” She seethes, raven black hair slicked back into a tight bun, her fatigues crisp and clean. Morgan starts to fuss, her eyes on mine, telling our secrets.

The cubicle of a living room is strewn with beer cans and filth. Coming back here after the calm order of Renae’s on-base apartment has cut me to the quick, but she’s gotten her new, dream assignment in France as an air traffic controller for the Army base there, and what am I going to put on my resume for a job that pays enough to afford my own place?

Babysat my sister’s kiddo since she was an infant, then when sis had to leave for two months of security training, I decided to comfort nurse and holy shit, you know what?

Comfort nursing turned into the real deal.

My body responded like it found its calling. Now my tits are heavy, I have to double up on the nursing pads inside my bras, and I’ve been secretly pumping to relieve the pain and pressure. So if there is a job for someone with milk-making at an Olympic Sport level, I’m your girl.

I stare at the fist-sized hole in the blue-painted drywall next to the open front door. Summer sunshine streams through the dusty, musty air of the house.

It’s a not so gentle reminder of Roger’s preemptive strike before he landed his next punch on my left eye socket when I tried to get in between him and mom.

My stomach rolls, nausea curdling the Oreo Milkshake I had for our goodbye lunch dessert, sharing it with Morgan. A guilty pleasure I enjoyed sharing with her as her stand-in-mom.

“Come on.” Renae’s voice takes on that motherly tone. “I know you’re still packed from coming back here from my place. Grab your shit. I’m taking you to Cal’s.”

The world stops spinning.

Cal.

Six foot seven. Green eyes. Wears a cowboy hat like it’s X-rated. Walked me to school every day for a month when the mean girl crew turned their focus on me.

“I can’t—” My mouth turns drier than my bank account. “When did you talk to him?”

My curiosity is like a candle flickering in the darkness, quickly igniting the heat of a nuclear core meltdown downtown in girltown.

“Yesterday. He asked about you before I could even get to the point.”

“I never answered his letters. He probably hates me.” I scuff the toe of my knock off Birkenstock on the corner of the cracked linoleum square of the foyer as my mom’s voice seeps from down the hall, yelling about someone hiding her foil and lighter.

Renae shakes her head. “Nope. No hate. He’s back settled at the ranch. You’re going there.” I open my mouth to protest, but narrows her eyes, giving me that hard, big sister stare. “I’m not debating this. You are going. You are not staying here. I won’t sleep, I won’t be able to function knowing you are here with—” She releases one hand from where she’s holding the baby to wave it in an arc around the shabby disaster of a room. “Now, get your shit. I’ve got two hours to get to the plane, and I’m dropping you off where I know you’ll be safe. He’s expecting you.”

It’s ironic that she’s right that I’d be safe there, considering he’s just been released after spending six months in prison for domestic assault. I know he’s not dangerous. Well, at least not in a way I need to worry about.

My mom concocted the abuse story, complete with self-inflicted bruises. But, Cal had a couple old convictions and even with his pricey attorney, the judge gave him six months.

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