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"New genre to get into," I repeat, cradling Cody in my arms and kissing the top of his head.
"Tell me," Aidan says. CJ and Cheryl look in interest too. "The last one was killer."
I turn to Aidan. "I wanna write MMF menage," I tell them.
Aidan raises his eyes at me. "Dirty girl," he says with a smirk. "You’ll need a new pen name."
"Abby Angel," I reply.
"Should be dirty angel," he says, licking his lips. I can tell he’s staring at my ass. It’s these pants. They really carve out the ass cheek.
"I’ll give you dirty angel, just wait till we’re back home," I say. Aidan shoots back with a devious grin, and CJ and Cheryll roll their eyes.
"Seriously? In front of us?" They
protest almost at the same time, and I just shrug. Even though we’ve been together for an year now, the chemistry between us still grows with each passing day. I bet that when we get to ninety, we’ll be still going strong. That’s kind of weird to think about - and a probably a bit disgusting - but I figure that it’s going to happen all the same.
"Love ya," I whisper toward Aidan, and he just mouths his love ya too with a kind smile.
Life’s perfect.
But the best is yet to cum.
;)
Men of the House
A MMF Romance
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.
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.
