These 4 standalone reverse harem romances are filled with bad boys, alpha males, and bikers ready to lavish her with passion and protection.
Just a little prick. That’s what he promised, but when I saw the size of it, I almost passed out. Of course, I’m talking about the needle Bradley used to give me my first tattoo…
Goddamn. What a day.
At least I could relax tonight. It was the first night out in a while where the rest of the crew didn’t want to tag along. A cold beer, some decent pizza, and the background noise of the bar were doing a good job keeping me company. I was happy to just enjoy being by myself for a little while. I could sit at the bar and sketch a bit, drink a bit.
It was good to not have to deal with people for a minute. Not that many people really talked while I was working. Guess they were afraid I’d lose concentration and fuck something up.
I loved my job. I loved creating permanent art, loved most of the clients, and all of my coworkers. But even the most outgoing people need a little down time, and this was how I chose to spend mine.
I lifted my pen from the napkin I was doodling on. Taking a sip of beer, I considered the sketch. The felt-tip marker was already bleeding on the thin paper, but it’d be all right. It was just an idea I was feeling out. It would need refinement before I could do something more permanent with it. I’d turn the sketch into a painted piece sometime and frame it, then wait for the right person to come along and get it done.
Still, as I lowered my beer, I frowned at the drawing. I didn’t do animals or cutesy stuff often, but the idea of a butterfly painted like the night sky had been on my mind. It wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to draw it.
It wasn’t half-bad, for a sketch on a napkin with the wrong kind of pen. I’d have to recreate it in my sketch book later on.
My eyes cut to the side, where a girl leaned against the counter to speak to the bartender. Her back was flat, leading down to the ample curve of her ass in skin-tight jeans. I raised my eyebrows, letting my gaze travel up again. Amazing tits, undoubtedly in a push-up bra from the way they sat. Just a hint of lace peeked over the neck of her tank top. Red-brown hair hung in soft curls over her shoulders.
She glanced my way. Gorgeous face, perfect makeup, a freckle at the corner of her lips. She raised her eyebrows as well, then shot me a wink, waiting for a response.
Damn. Maybe better company was here already.
I winked back at her, lifting my beer and raising it in a toast. Her plum-colored lips broke into a wide, white-toothed grin and she moved to perch on the stool next to me.
“Hey,” I replied. I held my right hand out to her. “Bradley.”
“Erica.” She shook my hand, her grip just firm enough. She nodded to my arm, smiling. “You know a good artist?”
I gave her another once-over. Gorgeous woman. I smiled at her, taking a sip of my beer. “Might know a couple. Check out No Regrets. Best tattoo shop in the area.”
She nodded, leaning forward to look at my arm a little closer. She ran her fingertips over the outline of a snake that coiled up my forearm. I felt my cock twitch.
“Yeah? I’ll check it out.” She opened her mouth to speak again, when she caught sight of the napkin I was sketching on and grabbed for it. “Shit, did you draw this? You’re an artist at No Regrets, aren’t you?”
I didn’t say anything. She was doing enough talking for the two of us.
She held my gaze, but moved the napkin, pressing it to the fullest part of her hip. “I was thinking about getting something right here.”
“Were you?” I wanted to reach out and touch her. Not yet, anyway. “Well. Drop in sometime. We can talk about it.”
“Good.” She turned her head as the bartender approached with a tray of shots. “Well. I gotta take these. See you around, huh?”
“See you,” I answered, grinning. I turned to watch as she walked across the room, where she joined a table full of women. All of them were hot as shit, but she was easily the hottest.
One of them would be going home with me tonight. I was sure of it.
I drank a few more beers. The women at the table laughed, growing progressively louder as they consumed shot after shot. I stole a few glances at them—at Erica, mostly—but otherwise focused on drawing.
The women soon started to say their goodbyes. Some of them headed for the doors, but I heard her approach. She wrapped her arms around my neck from behind. Her tits pressed against my back.
“Bradley,” she murmured. “You wanna get outta here?”
Fuck yeah, I did.
It was supposed to ten days. A temp job. In and out. Then the boss called me to his office. Dorian Cave, ex-pro athlete, and all alpha boss. Rock solid and rock hard. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse — and turned this temp job into a dirty dream.
Leave the family fortune for love? Heh. Not a chance. But I gotta get away for a while…a small coastal town. The single mom I meet there is everything I want, but she’s not going to be accepted by my family…
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Olivia “Ollie” Steele isn’t expecting to take care of the pet pig her ex boyfriend randomly leaves behind, but when a handsome, green eyed stranger comes by demanding custody, she absolutely refuses to let go of her new pink pal…
A straight tennis jock. The sassiest twink on campus. One very special mountain man. Love turns the world upside down in this Gay-for-Two MMM romance.
I’m a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Then I meet Kylie. We’re trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She’s strong, but broken — and she’s hiding something.
Somebody wants her dead. Her curves are a distraction, and she trusts me to get the bad guy. She needs me to fight for her…
I gnawed on the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the paperwork for my team’s new assignment. Fuck. It was shit like this I couldn’t stand. Sure, working in DC came with its fair share of jobs in politics. But I hated the stuff. I stayed away from them as much as I could.
But a woman being threatened was something I wouldn’t tolerate.
“That’s a pretty hard scowl you’ve got on your face.”
My eyes slowly rose as I watched Stash come into my office.
The man’s blond hair and baby blue eyes always threw everyone. He looked like a hefty dose of baby-boy innocence, until they saw how accurate he was with the guns on his hips. The man could shoot and reload faster than any man I’d ever seen, and it was skills like that I valued at my side. He worked for the US Capitol Police but was frequently attached to me whenever I had to take the political jobs just to make my personal-asset company look good in the eyes of the government.
I didn’t like the way he ignored the books, though. Rules were everything in my world, and Stash skirted them. At best.
I slid him the paperwork towards him as he flopped down into the chair in front of my desk. He reached over and picked them up, his eyes scanning the outline for the job.
“The new congresswoman? The hell’s she already gotten herself into?” he asked.
“She’s being threatened,” I said.
“But she’s not even wet behind the ears. She’s only been in her seat, what? Sixty-five days?”
“Dawn Fielding,” he murmured.
She was the newest addition to the House of Representatives. After the man that came before her died a couple of months ago, her state held reelections to fill the seat. She won by a landslide, and already her file was on my desk. While her supporters seemed to worship her, what with her name plastered all over the news lately, she wasn’t without her fair share of people who didn’t like her.
For starters, the two men who lost to her.
“Wow, these are some serious threats,” Stash said.
“And one of them even has a picture of her. She’s being stalked,” I said.
“Yeah. I saw that.”
“They’ve made threats against her life.”
“Yep. Saw that, too.”
“Scum of the earth, if you ask me,” I murmured.
“Tell me how you really feel,” he said, chuckling.
“How I really feel is this. I hate politics. I’m stuck working in the city of politics. And I can’t stand it when a woman is being targeted. Ever. Even if the reason is good. She’s a woman. Who the fuck does that kind of shit?”
“The kind of people you track down all the time?” he asked.
I glared at him, and he laughed.
“Relax, man. I mean, I don’t want to piss you off or anything, but I’d be giving anything away in my life to be the one guarding that woman. She’s hot,” Stash said.
I rolled my eyes. “Gimme that paperwork back.”
I snatched it out of his hand as he handed it back to me, laughter still falling from his lips.
“Come on, stop being such a stick in the mud. She is pretty. You gotta give her that,” he said.
“What I’m going to give her is protection. A safe life while she navigates the bullshit terrain of politics,” I said.
“I take it I need to be on the lookout for orders once you get the lay of the land?”
I escorted Stash out of my office, then left my company’s headquarters. I headed to Capitol Hill, where Rep. Fielding’s office was. My first step was recon. Making sure I understood the inner workings of how to get in touch with her. How to get to her office. Who all I passed by and who in the building seemed shady. I already knew where the cameras were, what the schedule for their security was.