May recap!

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Well, that’s a wrap for the month of May! I published 2 books this month in the THREE GUYS AND A GIRL Series Volume 2. And here they are:

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​THREE AMUSED BILLIONAIRES AND A HOT MAID

I didn’t mean to take a bath in their luxury penthouse bathroom or fall asleep in one of their beds, especially not when I was supposed to be cleaning their apartment as the maid they hired should have been doing, but well I kind of did indulge in a bubble bath and take a nap.

And now these three billionaires, with abs to die for and jawlines sharp enough to cut through my dreams and my undergarments... I digress. Now these three billionaires, after finding me asleep in my birthday suit, no less, think they own me.

First, searing handprints on my derriere for the liberties I took. Then they dress me in a stunning evening gown and take me to a dinner in a mansion in the mountains as their pet.

Umm... What?

Worse, the dinner isn’t just a random thing, I soon find out.

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The rest of whatever I was going to say is drowned out by the echo of Layton’s hand on my butt. That makes it sound like he placed his palm on me then tapped a little.

No. The crazy man spanked me. Hard. So hard my lip is quivering and my skin is sizzling.

“Okay, that was uncalled for,” I stammer, trying to sound outraged, but how can I when I want to wail like a banshee in despair instead.

“You, sir, are--”

Then it’s Garrison. He spanks me a little below where Layton left his mark, and I experience everything firsthand all over again.

Dear god. Why does it burn so much?

I can barely catch my breath when Jasper takes a swing at me with his palm on my butt, and he, the sadist, covers a little of both Layton’s and Garrison’s prints.

Holy motherfucker.

Tears drip from my eyes and pool onto the table. My entire body feels the sting of their hands.

“You crazy, crazy people. I want to go to jail. Take me there right now,” I growl, hiss, and wail, and do it all over again when they spank me again.

Yet through it all, I can’t help myself. I try to twist my head around. I want to see the patterns they’d made on my butt.

What is wrong with me? Why would I want to see the evidence of their punishment? Am I mad?

But my unhinged monologue delves into something else as my butt morphs from super-hot to eternally hot. I’m sure there are flames coming out of me.

They don’t let up no matter what I say. But then again, I’m not telling them what they want to hear. That will stay with me until the day I die.

I squash my eyes together tightly, as if doing so could stop the deluge of wetness making my thighs slick as I press them together. Anything to stop the flood of lust dripping from me.

My body quakes. My nipples ache so much and they’re so hot I’ve heated the coolness of the gleaming wood they’re pinned against.

I hop from foot to foot, as if I want to pee, but I don’t. I just want the wetness to stop, and the wetness will only stop when the stinging burn on my butt stops, and that will only stop if they stop lighting up my skin with the palms of their hands.

I’m stuck in this predicament, and already I feel my clit pulling taut. The bottom of my stomach tightening too.

No. No. No.

But still I try awkwardly and impossibly to turn and look behind me.

“You want to see what your ass looks like, pretty girl? How it’s streaked red with our handprints,” Jasper says, using his sexy voice on me.

I shake my head, but the word ‘yes’ falls from my lips. I’m so far gone, I’ve started a war with my mind, my body, and my words.

“Spread your legs, Alessia,” Layton says. He says my name and immediately takes away the facade I want to hide under—that it’s not me doing all this.

I drop my head and slowly part my legs. At this point, maybe that’s all I need to do. Maybe keeping them pressed together only increased the pressure on my clit. Maybe I’ll relieve the absolute manic need to come.

But then I hear the sound of a phone click. A camera. My heart drums in my chest with such pounding force I’m going to pass out before I....

Garrison comes around to face me. He slides the phone onto the table.

I gasp at the sight before me and a thrill of deviance passes over me.

What. Is. Happening. To. Me.

“Are you going to tell us what those pearls mean to you?” he asks gently.

I shake my head. I can’t. I just can’t.

Garrison expands the image. I see the wetness clinging to my folds. My thighs are gleaming from the abundance that had already seeped from me.

“Look how wet you are, sweetheart,” he says...

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​THREE BILLIONAIRE LUMBERJACKS AND A BRAT​

It’s their first time disciplining a brat, and they’re up for the task.

Can my father be any more archaic? Just because I like fast cars, general disobedience, and won’t marry the man he’s picked out for me—a family obligation—he’s decided I need to be taught a hard lesson the old-fashioned way.

He calls his old friends and asks if their sons, who are literal lumberjacks and live in a secluded cabin in the mountains, with zero amenities to speak of, would take me in and teach me the hardships of life—with a belt, if needed.

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“Okay. Listen. This is crazy. Just let me go and we can talk.”

“But brats don’t listen, so talking won’t help.”

“No, but I’ll listen now,” I plead, half knowing that’s kind of untrue.

“Yeah, you won’t,” Samuel says, teasing me. His hand slides down my back to my butt, and I’m sure my clit beamed with pleasure. No. Naughty pussy. I don’t like this. I don’t even like that. They’re terrible and mean and—

“You know, if only you kept ice cream in your freezer like normal people do, none of this would be happening. So it’s all your fault, you nut cases,” I bristle, all in self-defense because my naughty pussy is dripping wet and already swollen with lust. What the fuck?

“Right,” Masen says and then punctuates that one stupid word with a resounding slap to my backside that almost makes me swallow my tongue. Man, that stings.

“You...” Samuel takes over, and it’s as if he dropped his hand in a volcano and then spanked me.

“You insufferable men. Do you practice in front of your mirror every morning how to be insufferable?”

Masen takes his palm to me again, then Samuel again.

“Were you born this insufferable, or did a log fall on your head and make this insufferable... motherfudger,” I cry as they increase the tempo of their lashes, playing a rhythm on my ass that is seriously messing with my brain chemistry.

I’m all over the place. My breasts feel twice as heavy; my nipples are screaming at me to be touched... with a hot wet mouth. My pussy has turned my thighs into a slippery slope of deviant desire, and my clit seems to be pulsing on its own, desperately searching for the slightest bit of friction but finding nothing.

The cruelty of my need to come is insurmountable. I’m on the verge of begging them, my pride forgotten, until I ask myself, where is Cedar?

I seek him out, and then I find him. He’s looking at me. And he still has that damn piece of ginger root in his hand. If I thought the spanking I was getting from Samuel and Masen was dark and lascivious, when Cedar comes toward me, flipping the ginger root between his fingers, did I even know the meaning of dark and lascivious?

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My life is spiraling out of control. The company I work for was shut down by the FBI because the owner, who seemed to run a legitimate business, is actually a dangerous mafia boss. But that’s not all. He sent threatening emails to all employees’ private addresses, detailing what would happen to us if we spoke out. I’m too scared to breathe now even though I know nothing. Of course, I can’t pay my rent or afford my car anymore, but lucky me, I inherited a house from a grandfather I didn’t know existed, located in the middle of nowhere. It’s the perfect place to hide while my life falls apart. But then I discover three actual green orcs in my house. And I’m their fated mate. They found me through my scent, and now they want to take me back to Kraukug, their land. I think not.

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When they say you can’t choose your family, they mean it. My family happens to be one of the most powerful mafia families around, and I want out.

Just after my twenty-third birthday, I finally convince my parents to let me go live off-grid in Alaska. But then I receive a strange gift—an egg—and an even stranger letter to go with it.

But then the egg cracks and I wake up with three giant green monsters, not under my bed, but on my bed.

I’m also their chosen mate.

I didn’t mean to kidnap them. But what was I supposed to do when I find them staring at me from the other side of the portal, in their expensive suits and their stupidly handsome faces?

I may be human, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my orc brothers and their brides, which means I did the right thing.

These cocky billionaires were drilling too close to our portal. What would have happened if they discovered us? Catastrophe. But I eliminated that threat. Right?

No. They turn out to be an even bigger problem than I imagined and I mean big in every way.

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​​The Knight Bride Series now in KU

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His Taken Bride: Book 1

All Everleigh wants to do is go on a seven-day cruise with her girlfriends for nothing but fun, sun, and sea. But then her father makes one uncharacteristic mistake and suddenly she’s forced to marry Parker Knight the day before she’s meant to board The Black Opal for her cruise.

What’s a girl to do? Go on her cruise, of course!

As far as she’s concerned the marriage is one of convenience and in name only, so they could easily go their separate ways.

But she soon realizes that no one disobeys Parker Knight without suffering the consequences.

Publisher’s Note: His Taken Bride was originally featured in the free Kisses and Kink Bookfunnel anthology which is now no longer available. It has also undergone a substantial extension to the ending since then.

His Unwanted Bride: Book 2

A dark, forced marriage romance.

He doesn’t want a bride, but if it means consummating the marriage to help his brother find answers, then so be it.

When his older brother’s brand new wife is critically attacked at her bakery, Silas takes it upon himself to find out who the responsible party is. But the one man who can give him an answer demands something in return. He wants Silas to take his daughter as his bride.

Arabelle Davenport’s life is turned upside down when her father suddenly and without a reason marries her off to a man she’s never met before. Silas Knight. Cold. Dark. Dangerous. And earth-shatteringly gorgeous. He also says upfront they’ll never be friends and Arabelle soon finds herself stuck in a marriage as his unwanted bride.

His Stolen Bride: Book 3

Finally armed with the name of the man responsible for the attack on Parker Knight’s bride, Everleigh, the Knight brothers are unstoppable in delivering their vengeance.

But when Elliot Knight, the youngest, is called out personally nothing pleases him more than rising to the occasion. He plans to play with his enemy before he takes him out. And what better way than to steal the man’s prized bride right from under his nose.

Vivian Anna Antonelli knows what she must do to ensure her family’s safety. She has to marry a man she despises but nothing will stop her from keeping her family safe. No sacrifice too big. That is until she is caught up in the vengeance plot of the very gorgeous, very infuriating Elliot Knight who steals her away on her wedding day.

For every one attempt Vivian makes to escape Elliot and go back to the man she was supposed to marry, Elliot unleashes his dark and dangerously addictive touch on her.

But Vivian can’t forget she’s nothing but a pawn in his game of vengeance.

For a full reader experience The Knight Bride Series must be read in order.

Not for sensitive readers. This book contains explicit scenes.

That’s it for now.

Hugs and happy reading!

Chloe