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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)

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As the owner of Whiskey Heart Distillery, Liam Evans has spent his life crafting quality spirits, but his success has felt empty without the other half of his heart. Over the years, he has tried to forget, but he has never purged himself of the whiskey-soaked memories of her. The only girl that buried herself in the fabric of his soul. He thought he’d spend his life alone until fate steps in and brings his past crashing down on his front door

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CHAPTER 1

Liam

“If you roll it around on your tongue, you’ll detect hints of sweet vanilla, and maybe a little popcorn flavor on the back end…”

I duck around the corner of the tasting barn behind a giant Christmas tree decorated with mini shot bottles of our original whiskey. I’m trying my damnedest to avoid the group of semi-drunk visitors halfway through the Whiskey in Winter distillery tour.

Earlier this year, I made the grave mistake of hiring one of the ambitious business majors at the local community college. He only works for me a handful of hours a week, especially in the off-season when the whiskey trail tourists die down, but he sure comes with an entire barrel full of marketing ideas to draw more tourists to the farm.

I hear Travis, my part-time college wonder kid, explaining the difference between whiskeys brewed with corn versus barley, and I nearly face-plant into the wall to end the torture. I’ve heard this damn spiel a thousand times this summer alone. The guy has an encyclopedia for a brain, especially when it comes to all things fermented, distilled, and aged in oak.

I zone out every time he starts on the nuances of mash bills and yeast strains. He launches into monologues, his voice rising with evangelical fervor, and I want to disappear.

I’m damn grateful I’m not the guy leading the tours because it’s no secret that having me at the front of the house would lead to an epic disaster. I love whiskey, but my passion is purely for consumption, not the pedantic minutiae.

My passion for whiskey runs deep in my Kentucky-born veins. My dad, grandfather, and great-grandfather were all involved in the spirits business. It’s a family tradition, to say the least. But where my father was concerned with sourcing the cheapest ingredients to maximize profit, I’m all about quality.

And so, Whiskey Heart Distillery and Farm was born.

This place is more than a business. It’s my pride and joy. I’ve never worked harder at anything in my life, so when Travis proposed guided whiskey tours and tastings, I cringed my way through the details and agreed—as long as I didn’t have to deal with the customers. I’ve never been very good with people. I learned early on that I was much better at orchestrating from behind the scenes. Put me in the spotlight, and I shove my foot in my mouth time and time again.

Growing up, this manifested in a general avoidance of social gatherings. Parties were my personal purgatory, filled with forced small talk and the crushing weight of unspoken expectations. I observed from the periphery, analyzing social dynamics like a complex equation, always finding myself wanting to rewrite the code. The few times I was pushed to the forefront were disasters when I ended up saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and making them cry.

Apparently, not being a proficient liar and manipulator is problematic in a world where everyone wants others to inflate their egos.

The drone of whiskey facts fades as I enter the barn. Rows of aging barrels line the walls. I inhale deeply, letting the sweet scent of oak, rye, and bourbon fill my nostrils. This is my sanctuary. It’s ironic, given I don’t drink. I taste every new batch, swishing the amber liquid, then spitting it out, never swallowing. I may not like the taste, but I love the smell of the old casks. The smoky vanilla scent lining the wooden planks settles like a drug in my veins.

“Oh! Afternoon, Liam.” Linda, my part-time receptionist and full-time life manager, places a wrinkled hand on my bicep. “I was just lookin’ for you.”

I owe my ass to Linda a few times over. She was my kindergarten teacher many moons ago. I ran into her at the post office, and she was complaining about having nothing to do since she’d retired. I half-jokingly laughed that I had one hundred and one things to keep her busy at the farm. So here we are.

“Afternoon, Linda. What can I help you with?”

“I stopped at the post office to pick up some mail from the business P.O. box and ran into Nancy—you know Nancy, right? She worked at the school cafeteria for many years. Well, she’s now volunteering at the women’s shelter across town, and you wouldn’t believe who walked in at lunchtime today.”

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Pile Driver Read Online Aria Cole, Mila Crawford http://www.wownovels.com/pile-driver-read-online-aria-cole-mila-crawford Wed, 09 Jul 2025 19:15:01 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/pile-driver-read-online-aria-cole-mila-crawford Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Authors: Aria Cole, Mila Crawford Advertisement

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A Blue Collar Romance

Daphne Madden finds herself trying to make ends meet by working at the local bar in the evenings, and picking up extra shifts at the coffee shop during the day. Because of her schedule, it leaves her without much time for luxuries like dating or a social life.

 When a customer gets handsy with her one night, an unlikely stranger comes to her rescue. It was only supposed to be drinks with his construction crew after a hard day on the job site. But Arkin Broderick finds himself helping a feisty waitress instead. His overwhelming need to protect her leaves him mystified and craving more. 

Neither of them were looking for love, but like lightning in the darkness, sometimes it shows up when it’s least expected.  But no matter how perfect things seem, the past always has a way of coming back and making itself known

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C H A P T E R O N E

Arkin

“Look at the ass on her. I swear if I could just get her alone for five minutes…”

“You’d what?” I took another deep swig of my beer. “Talk her pants off with your charming personality?”

I finished my beer, nodding to the server in question to get our table another round.

“Hey, I boil my ass off in the heat all day. A man needs a girl like that to come home to.” The newest guy on our crew wasn’t leaving me with a stellar first impression. As the foreman, I liked to get to know the guys I worked with, so usually I liked to take them out after work so we could blow off some steam and unwind.

“You gonna take her home to your double wide?” I laughed. “That place is such a fucking mess. A girl like that would take one look at it and run for the hills.”

Josh ignored me, eyes lingering on the curves of the young waitress. “Look at her, bending over for that bottle. She’s giving me a show, boys.”

I only shook my head. I couldn’t stand a guy who wore his stereotype on his sleeve. Cat-calling women wasn’t allowed on my crew—never was, never will be.

“Last round, and we should be heading out—dawn comes early if we want to try to beat the heat tomorrow.” My mind was still fiddling with the details of our latest job, preparing and laying the groundwork for a new business going in on the same block as this fine drinking establishment.

The server approached, our tray of half a dozen beers teetering precariously on her palm. Her eyes were trained on the tray, a look of adorable focus on her face as she weaved through the tables to reach ours. “Here you are, gentlemen.”

She quickly set the beers at the table, scanning us once, eyes lingering on me before she finally asked, “Anything else I can get you?”

I smiled casually, about to thank her for her time and request the check, when Josh, out of nowhere, spat, “Just your phone number, baby.”

Glass shattered on the ground.

Oh no, that motherfucker better have not done something.

The server’s formerly friendly face twisted into one of shock and then shame. She turned, hand sliding across her ass cheek in just the spot I imagined Josh’s big, burly fucking hand had landed.

He was already high-fiving one of the other guys, laughing as she walked away.

And I was already seeing red.

I jumped from my seat, sending the chair clattering across the floor behind me. My hands at his neck, I hauled him out of his seat—because no man would hit another man while he was sitting down—and cracked him across the head.

“You’re off my crew, you filthy fucking pig.” I shoved him down the narrow aisle between the rows of half-drunk customers. “You’d better hope I don’t catch you talkin’ to a woman like that again, or I’ll put your punk ass in the hospital.”

“Fuck you, Arkin. I hate being on your crew anyway,” Josh said as he rubbed his neck, eyes boring a hole into mine before he turned, shoving his way through the doors and walking off into the night.

“So…” One of the other guys lifted a beer to his lips and paused. “Does this make you a feminist now?”

The table hummed silently, the air charged with my irritation. “You have mothers, don’t you? Sisters? You want any asshole treating them like that? Now pardon me, boys. I’ve got to apologize to that young lady on behalf of that animal.”

I left my beer and crew in the dust, beelining through the crowd in search of the embarrassed woman my former employee had just run off.

“Excuse me,” I said with a nod, swerving around another young server before turning down a hallway and catching sight of a pair of red Chuck Taylor sneakers behind a curtain.

I’d recognize those sneakers anywhere.

“Phoning a friend for backup in here?” I snuck behind the curtain, hiding in the old-fashioned phone booth with her. Her eyes were startled and teary as she looked up at me. I dropped the curtain, shrouding us in darkness again, only a sliver of light illuminating her sad, tear-stained cheeks.

“Hey, I can’t tell you how sorry I am about that asshat.”

My words hung heavy between us.

I swallowed, measuring my next words, wishing she’d make this a little easier on me. I didn’t have a lot of experience with things like women and emotions.

“I, uh…” I stumbled for some way I could console her. “I don’t take well to men treating women like that. Not on the job, and not off.” I paused, swallowing down the urge to push a rogue strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I fired him.”

Her eyes slid up to meet mine under heavy eyelashes then. Something about us being crammed up in this little space together had me wanting to… protect her in some way. Shroud her from every fucking idiot in this bar.

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)

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Some moments change the trajectory of your life.

Some make an impact that molds your character.

Others are bombs that uproot your life.

I am familiar with all of these, but I was not prepared for them.

They kidnapped me.

Then they saved me.

They were a distant memory.

Until they weren’t.

*Choke can be read as a standalone but it's recommended that Feral be rad first.*

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PROLOGUE

Mona

“Move your ass. You won’t like what they do to bitches who don’t do as they’re told.”

My body jolts as the tip of the man’s gun digs into me. His voice is harsh, his stance intimidating. I want to pretend I’m not scared, but I’m petrified.

I glance around the room and see four other women. They all look to be in their late teens to mid-twenties. They appear visibly shaken, and their eyes are vacant. The stench of fear is so thick and pungent that I wonder if I’ll gag from it. I always assumed that fear is odorless, but I was wrong. It carries the rancid aroma of sweat and unwashed hair of the women in the room. It’s apparent they’ve been here for much longer than me.

I stiffen as a deep rumble assaults my ears.

“Do as you’re told. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Play dead if you have to. Just survive.”

I turn my head slightly to look at the man pressing the barrel of a gun to my back. His blue eyes lock with mine, and a chill oozes down my spine. What will happen if I ignore his advice?

“Line up!” another man yells, causing the four other women to form a straight line, their arms stiff at their sides.

The cell door flies open, and a robust man with pudgy cheeks and a receding hairline enters with four armed guards.

He claps his chubby hands and smiles, showing one gold tooth. “Ah, my new girls. Welcome to the fold, my children. I’m delighted you’ve found your way to God.”

Bile rises in my stomach, and my hands shake. God—a word that every power-hungry degenerate has twisted since the dawn of humankind. A tired playbook repeated ad nauseam.

I scan the four women, who all have their gazes dutifully downcast as if greeting the supreme ruler.

Wonder how small this fucker’s dick is?

The old man waddles through the cell and stops abruptly in front of me. “Oh, aren’t you lovely?” He claps his hands again and giggles like an excited child. “We’ve never had an exotic one like you before.”

What the fuck? Does he think he’s talking to a safari animal?

“That olive skin, those pretty green eyes, and all that long, black hair. Yes, child. God has favored you, hasn’t he?”

Part of me wants to laugh. God doesn’t favor me. He despises me. God took my father from me and made me watch.

The man gently pinches the ends of my hair, the tips of his fingers rubbing the dark strands. “Such a pretty girl. Unfortunately, we can’t keep you.”

“What do you mean?” the guy pointing a gun at me asks.

His accent is Scottish. He’s tall, at least a foot taller than my five-foot-eight frame. His eyes are an ethereal blue, almost alien-like. Creepy but hauntingly beautiful. A five-o’clock shadow dusts his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. In another life, he could’ve been a model.

“She’s not to be touched by anyone.” The chubby man rubs my cheek with the back of his hand. “God’s favorite child must remain pure.”

Must remain pure? I’ve got news for you, buddy. I lost my virginity at sixteen in the back of a pickup truck. It lasted all of three minutes.

The creep turns to the Scottish guy. “You’re responsible for her, Callum. I’m entrusting her care to you.”

“Yes, Mr. Meyer,” Callum says before shoving me with the barrel of his gun. “Move.”

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PART ONE

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ATLAS

Is humanity based on nature or nurture? That’s a question I’ve asked myself my entire life as I struggle to extricate myself from my father’s name while acknowledging that I harbor similar tendencies as him. Finding myself repulsed by my father and the DNA running through my veins is a strange concept.

The door flies open, and Callum barges in with a pretty woman who looks to be in her early twenties. Despite her ragged, filthy clothing, her beauty is undeniable—especially her large, emerald eyes framed by long, black lashes.

“She’s staying with us. I’m her bodyguard for the time being. Marcus is worried the other guys might get rough with her.”

“Mona,” the girl says firmly as she tugs her arm from Callum’s grip. “My name is Mona.”

Callum steps toward her, his large hands framing her delicate face. His nostrils flare, and his eyes blaze with fire. “I don’t care what your name is. Learn to keep your mouth shut. If you do anything to fuck up my life, it’s not the other guards you’ll need to fear. I’ll fuck you up so bad that the pain will be ingrained in your nervous system.”

The girl, Mona, glares at Callum. She doesn’t flinch; she doesn’t balk or cry. She holds his glare with a determined expression, a silent challenge laced in her pretty green eyes.

What kind of internal strength does it take to stand up to someone who could crush her so easily?

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)

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Salvation comes at a cost.

Margarete
In our world, women live in fear, trapped in gilded cages seen as objects to be toyed with and used. Raised to be subservient and warned to obey the men of the community.
Our only dream is on our twenty-first birthday, when we marry our chosen husband he’ll be kind and merciful.

Johannes
In our world, men run wild. They take what they want without question. Men are the masters and servitude to us ensures the blessings on the land and all who inhabit it. An inescapable hell has trapped my step-sister and I.
To find freedom, we have to run into the woods and straight to him.
They whisper he is evil, but I know better and soon she will, too.

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Prologue

Xander

They appear peaceful in their homes, projecting the perfect utopia of what they deem to be an acceptable nuclear family. Years of indoctrination, beginning from infancy, have helped them foster these lies from one generation to the next. A stark emptiness pervades these dwellings, devoid of the love, safety, and genuine service to the Lord they so readily profess. They stain these homes with corruption cloaked in fabricated beliefs and celestial deceptions.

There was another ceremony tonight. One more girl was forced into servitude. Another light snuffed out when she was bought and sold like property.

I peer through the ajar window, my hand on the glass that separates my world from theirs. The boy is off somewhere with the father. Probably another ceremony meant to teach him how to be a twisted version of a man. I know the lessons they teach at their all-male getaways—sick lessons thought to cultivate more men who do nothing but instill fear.

The girl appears sad tonight. She’s frightened when her brother isn’t near. The two of them have created a twisted codependency throughout the years. She should be terrified of what he’ll eventually become and the impending doom of what her parents will force her into.

Her twenty-first birthday is approaching, and so is her promise, like all females before her, to be sealed by the elders. Some of the young women are lucky—they get paired with men who don’t disgust them. Men that, if nothing else, are at least close to their age. Other girls are forced to marry men old enough to be their grandfathers. Elders who have lost their wives and are looking for a new companion. Their desire for procreation is a disgusting disease that’s infested their veins with clotted poison. Some of these men have thirty-plus children. Others are almost eighty years old with a toddler calling them father.

I shuffle further into the shadows as her bedroom door opens and her mother enters the room. If one could describe evil, it would depict this creature. I’ve watched Sonya Donaldson over the years, witnessed how she moves people in the town like pawns on a chessboard.

Sonya picks up the brush on the dresser, and Margarete sits on the chair. Does she see the dimness of her eyes in her reflection?

My heart lunges in my throat as Margarete undoes her tight updo, and her long, dark hair tumbles down her back. The strands shine like black zirconium.

She gazes at her mother’s reflection in the mirror as her long fingers twirl in nervous anticipation. “Why must we all watch the union?”

Sonya squints, plastering a fake smile on her sinister face. “We bear witness for God. We must know that the union has been blessed. Lies spread easily without confirmation.”

Venom burns my throat, a blazing fire desperate to erupt. Sonya should know all about the lies. She spun webs for perverted men. Lies that assured she’d get a second chance when life twisted and took her first husband, leaving her a destitute single mother. At times, I feel empathy for Sonya, but I also know she’s the reason my mother never truly recovered from the sheer brutality and callous heartlessness The Covenant dealt her.

Margarete’s chair scrapes against the wood floor as she turns and gazes up at Sonya. “Has anyone said no to their pairing?”

Yes, but then they disappeared.

The older woman’s voice and hands hold no gentleness as she works the brush through her daughter’s hair. “That’s not our place. Our duty is to wed who the elders dictate and follow without question. We serve the men and raise children.”

“What about love?” Margarete asks.

“Our love is for God. We do what He asks of us. One day, our service and devotion will be rewarded in the celestial kingdom.”

“What do we get in the celestial kingdom?”

Sonya’s hands freeze, and she sighs, frustrated by reasonable questions. “Freedom.”

“It’s odd that we must live in servitude to our fathers and are then pushed on to men we barely know. It appears as if God hates us.”

Sonya turns Margarete toward her before a loud slap reverberates around the room, snapping Margarete’s head back.

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Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)

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Garett Nichols made my father a promise six years ago to take care of me. The only problem is that I’m not looking for a father figure. I want Garett to be my daddy.

*No pages in this novella should be taken seriously. This is a fun quickie.*

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CHAPTER 1

Garett

Winter leans forward, her elbows resting on the polished surface of the long mahogany table as she shifts in her chair. Her fingers nervously trace the spines of the books spread out before her while she gnaws on the tip of a ballpoint pen.

Her effortless beauty has always captivated me, making it hard to look away. Her pretty pink lips wrapped around the cap are so alluring and sweet that I can’t help but stare as my dick strains against my pants. I have a strong desire to hold her close and kiss her full lips until they’re swollen and bruised. I crave to see unrestrained yearning burn with passion in her eyes, an unmalleable desire that mirrors my desperate need for her. Yet all I do is lurk in the shadows because of a promise I made years ago.

For five years, I’ve kept a watchful eye on her, ensuring she has all her needs met. I’m confident the promise I made to her father never included fucking his daughter senseless. The days have blurred into one another, and with each passing hour, my desires grow stronger, pulling me further from my honorable promise and toward a lascivious proclivity. Visions of her, slick with sweat beneath me, have haunted my dreams until my wanton desires ignited into lustful cravings that I have trouble keeping under control.

My promise doesn’t encompass my twisted visions of her legs spread wide with my face buried into her wet, hot pussy.

I stop across from her. “Always hitting the books.”

Her gaze flickers away from the papers in front of her and lands on me. Those perfectly pouty, pretty lips, slightly stained with blue ink abandon the pen and flash me a sweet and startling smile.

She jumps out of her seat and throws herself into my arms with such force I almost stagger back. “Rett!”

I wrap my arms around her waist, and my thoughts drift to images of fucking her against one of the many bookshelves surrounding us. I resign myself to the consolation prize of burying my nose against the top of her head and inhaling the sweet floral scent of her shampoo.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

I take in her thick thighs in her short summer skirt and wonder how they would feel wrapped around my head. I leave my hand resting on her curvy hip, allowing my thumb to brush her full stomach as my eyes drift to her heavy breasts pressing against the thin cotton of her shirt.

I realize I’ve held her for too long, so I hesitantly let her go. “I was on campus for business, and your roommate said you were at the library.” I flick through the pages of one of the scattered books. “Always studying. You eaten today?”

“I grabbed some coffee and a bagel this morning.”

“This morning? It’s past dinnertime. Collect your things. It’s time to eat.”

“I still have a bit of work to finish,” she says, looking nervously at the clutter of papers on the table.

“Dinner. Now. Don’t make me carry you out of here like a caveman.”

She winks. “Something tells me you might like that.”

I can’t help but question if she intentionally teeters on the brink with me, as she’s doing now, leaving me wondering about her intentions. Her suggestive words, dripping with innuendo and double meanings, hint at something far more than a platonic connection. When she hugged me, I could’ve sworn she held on a little tighter than usual. I’ve always tried to ignore those intrusive thoughts, chalking them up to wishful thinking, but moments like these have me questioning everything.

“There are a lot of things I’d like. But right now, it’s making sure you eat.” I put the books in her bag and toss it over my shoulder. “What are you in the mood for?”

“You know what I’d like,” she almost purrs, pressing against me and linking her arm with mine.

“Pizza Roma it is,” I say, trying to avoid the suggestive nature of her question and my surging dick threatening to bust out of my pants.

The chilly night air nips at our skin as we walk outside, and Winter shivers visibly. “You should wear something more practical in this weather,” I say, shrugging off my jacket and placing it over her shoulders to cover her exposed arms. “These clothing pieces aren’t exactly suitable for November weather in New York.”

“It was sunny when I left this morning.” She shrugs, putting her arms through the sleeves. “I love wearing your jackets. I’m nowhere near skinny, but they make me feel tiny.”

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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)

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I have two things going for me in life; music and my best friend.

My world is black and white because it has to be. I need control to keep myself from spinning. Order helps me stay calm.

The only turbulence in my life is my bandmate and best friend. He is madness and chaos, but somehow he’s also my refuge.

I never expected to crave him with such intensity, and now I fear my desires will shatter the only stability I’ve ever known.

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CHAPTER 1

Marley

Iwake up with what I can describe as an energy drain. This always happens the morning after a show. Onstage, my fragile mind stops being consumed by a paralyzing sense of dread. When I’m playing the keys with thousands of cheering fans, a euphoric rush courses through my veins, filling my brain with a boost of serotonin. There, under the glaring spotlight, I’m offered a small reprieve from my constant pain and bathe in the momentary joy and vitality. I would do anything to prolong the technicolor in my mind. A much-needed respite from the usual fog that imprisons me.

“Morning, big bro.” My sister’s jovial voice booms through the cell phone. Monica doesn’t have an annoying voice, but at ten a.m. she may as well sound like nails dragged across a chalkboard. “Hello? Marley, you there?”

I hate how the pitch of her voice changes from happy-go-lucky to freaking out in less than sixty seconds. Monica’s been on edge and worrying about me since she was fourteen years old. No matter what she’s doing or who she’s with, she calls me every morning. One time I didn’t answer her call because I lost my phone, so she flew out that same day to come see me. She got an eyeful when she caught me in the middle of an orgy. She told me I was disgusting but she was glad I was breathing. A week later, she emailed me the bill from her therapist with a cute note attached.

Marley,

I needed extensive brain rewiring done after seeing my big brother fucking all those people. Can you believe they don’t make brain bleach? How do I know, you may ask? Because I went looking after I saw your weird human pretzel sandwich. Someone should come up with that. Brain bleach. I’m sure the kid sisters of rock stars would keep them in business. Please use protection. Actually, use protection and then Saran wrap that shit. Do they make penis bleach? If they do, get some. I love you.

Mon

I suppose it’s nice to discover that amidst the apathy in the world, there’s one person who genuinely cares whether I live or die.

“Yeah. I’m here, Mon. I just woke up. Give a guy a second, okay? You think there’s any way we can have these calls later in the day?”

“Nope. The early bird gets the worm, or better mental health,” Monica says. “So, how are you feeling today?”

“Great,” I sigh into the phone. “I’m fuckin’ great. I’m rich, I’m hot, I can get all the pussy I could ask for. Life’s good.”

I say the same rehearsed lines every morning. My ass should’ve been an actor, not a musician, with how much passion I put into the words I spew to my kid sister, praising my indulgent rockstar lifestyle. Rolling over, I grab the dented pack of Marlboros and light one. I inhale the toxins deep into my lungs, wishing cigarettes functioned as a numbing agent. My hands shake with hesitancy as I nervously trace the piano keys etched into my skin, a reminder of why my sister calls me daily.

“Ewww, I don’t want to hear about your sex life. What city are you in?” she asks.

My sister always starts the conversation by asking about the tour or my music. Monica once told me I’m happiest after I finish a set and walk off the stage. She’s right. I’m confident that if Monica could keep me on the road for the rest of my life, she would. She understands it’s the only place where I’m not fuckin’ drowning. While I stand on that stage, I’m rewarded with a sea of people who don’t think I’m a useless piece of shit.

When touring, I’m too busy to think while I’m playing show after show. There are no still moments, times when I’m trapped with the voices that suffocate me. What I despise is the suffocating emptiness that engulfs me when I wake the following morning.

“Chicago, I think.”

“You think,” Monica echoes. “How do you not know where you are?”

“Dude, I don’t know. We play a show and then get on a bus and shuffle off somewhere.”

Last night we landed on the steps of another posh hotel and I barely registered anything. I grabbed a blonde chick and marched to my room. I stumbled into the room, made the chick put on a shirt that belonged to another man, along with a gas mask, and then I fucked her until we both passed out. Seems like all I do now is fuck these girls in order to run away from a night that should never have happened with my best friend.

I smack the side table and grab the menu, hoping it will tell me which city I’m in. Waldorf Astoria, Chicago. “I’m in Chicago.”

“Another wild night, bro,” Monica states. She tries to keep the worry out of her voice and even laughs, but the chuckle is nervous-sounding.

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Ten years ago, I lived in a trailer park. Today, I live in a multi-million dollar luxury condo.

Back then, I had nothing. Now, I manage the biggest rock band in the world.

My life is perfect… until she comes back.

Piper Hughes, the girl who knows my darkest secrets and greatest fears.

The only person with the power to shatter my defenses and rip away the curtain of my carefully crafted world, exposing who I truly am…

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Prologue

Kaye (Ten Years Ago)

Heat radiated through my body. Not from the heavy blanket but the carnal kind. A heat that crept along your skin and infused your bloodstream. The type of heat I’d

never once experienced with the man who slept peacefully beside me.

“Tell me, Kaye, who’s better at licking your pussy? My brother or me?”

I jolted and tugged the blankets over me, scooting backward until I hit the headboard behind me.

Piper Hughes.

Piper smirked, a liquid sheen covering her lips and chin. She placed the pad of her thumb between her lips, and her wicked tongue lashed forward. She devoured her digit, sucking it into her mouth as she gazed at me seductively.

“That was rude, Kaye,” she mocked in a hushed tone as her blue eyes locked with mine. “My meal was delectable before you yanked it away from me.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I whispered, glancing at the man—my boyfriend and Piper’s twin brother—sleeping beside me.

Piper chuckled and crawled on top of me. “Relax, he’s pretty much dead. I’m sure he’d sleep through bombs detonating outside the window.”

Tucking the blanket around me, I covered myself to my chin. I focused on the stucco ceiling and the 1970s wooden fan spinning slowly in the center of the white ridged design.

Piper didn’t push me to speak, but her soft breaths and her brother’s monotonous snores made my head reel. I should’ve been livid. I should’ve jumped out of this bed and screamed so loud that I woke the entire neighborhood. Yet all I did was lay there frozen as Piper caged my body between her arms.

“You think that blanket is going to protect you, Kaye? I’m not the problem, sweetheart. This is.” Piper tapped my temple gently with her index finger and smiled. “Admit it, Kaye. When my brother has his head between your legs, you wish it was my tongue making you scream.”

My mouth went dry, and my throat tightened. I shut my eyes tight, hoping I could make this situation disappear. But that was a foolish dream because Piper’s smug smirk was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyelids.

I wanted to yell at her and wake Larken, but I couldn’t find my voice to tell Piper she was sick and twisted. To point out that she’d assaulted me by touching me while I slept. That would be a half-truth because in the two years I’d been fucking Larken Hughes, he’d never made my stomach flutter and my heart race the way his twin sister did.

Piper jumped as Larken’s hand moved, and he grabbed my thigh. Piper and I turned to gaze at him. Was he still asleep? Or awake, having heard more than I ever wished him to?

I turned to Piper and mouthed, “Go.”

She didn’t fight me. She got up and crept to Larken’s bedroom door, turning the knob and seeing herself out. Once she was gone and the door was closed behind her, I turned to Larken.

“Larken,” I whispered, praying he wasn’t awake.

He shifted, and a fresh wave of snores rose from him.

Piper was telling the truth. My body didn’t crave Larken, even though I wished it did. Larken’s touch didn’t ignite a fire within me. At best, sex with Larken was a transaction, a tit-for-tat. A contract that ensured both parties received what they needed.

I inhaled as my heart beat frantically. Shutting my eyes, I fisted my hands until the sharp pain of my nails digging into my skin soothed the tsunami in my mind.

Wanting Piper wasn’t the problem—her being Larken’s sister was. In a fucked up way, I loved the man beside me. He’d given me refuge from the horrors of my life. My stomach churned, knowing I’d betrayed him when he’d provided salvation from the mess known as my life. It didn’t matter that I was asleep when Piper made her move. What mattered was that her actions didn’t repel me—the opposite. For the first time in my life, I felt truly alive, and the world around me transformed from bleak to full of possibilities.

From the moment I met Piper and Larken Hughes, it was Piper I wanted. But it was Larken who’d helped me out of my shitty situation. Sure, his reasons were transactional, but at least he gave me a safe haven in the middle of the night. Larken gave me a warm place to sleep and food in my belly. So, instead of following my desire, I became a slave to my misplaced sense of loyalty.

But when I kissed Larken’s full lips and looked into his crystal blue eyes, I pretended he was Piper.

CHAPTER 1

Kaye

Ilove my job. If you’d told me ten years ago that the little girl who grew up in a trailer park with shit parents and not a penny to her name would one day be managing the biggest rock band in the world, I would’ve laughed. But here I am with a smile on my face, leaning back on a conference room chair in a high-rise building in New York City, waiting for an important meeting with a record executive from one of the largest record companies in the world. Cain, the band's drummer, and Lars, the lead singer, are here with their girlfriend, Billie. We’re waiting on Iggy and Marley, but those two are always late.

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Ezekiel Summers, the son of a preacher, lost an eye because of me.
Cyrus Porter, the child of a sociopath, burned a man for touching me.
Levinston Cartwright, an heir to billions, used his wealth to stalk me.
Three vastly different, yet dangerous men with one thing in common…
An obsession with me.

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Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

-Rumi

Recipes

Gormeh Sabzi (Serve with Basmati Rice)

Ingredients

1 onion

4 cloves garlic

1 tsp turmeric

1 lb stewing meat

4 dried Persian limes

1/3 cup kidney beans, dried

4 cups fresh parsley, packed

2 cups fresh cilantro,packed

1 cup fresh feenigreek

2 cups fresh chives

salt & pepper

oil

Please note that for this recipe you will need to soak your beans for a few hours.

1. Small dice onion and mince garlic. Saute in oil until translucent . Add turmeric and stir well.

2. Cut meat in cubes and add to onion. Season with salt and pepper and allow to brown on all sides.

3. Make a couple of small holes in each of the dried limes. Add to the meat along with the beans. Add 4 cups of water, cover, and cook on medium for 1 hour.

4. In the mean time fine chop herbs.

5. Saute herbs in oil for a few minutes until you smell the aroma of the herbs. This is a very important step in making this recipe. DON’T skip this, it will make a difference in taste.

6. Add herbs to the meat and beans. Cook covered on medium low for 2 to 2 1/2 hours. Make sure to stir the pot every so often and also taste and adjust seasoning.

Shirazi Salad

Dressing: lime juice, salt and pepper, which you can whisk together before or just add when serving.

Ingredients

Persian Cucumbers

Roma Tomatoes

Red Onion

Fresh Parsley

1. De-seek the tomatoes for best results but this isn’t neccessary.

2. Chop everything evenly and as small as you can. The smaller the pieces the better for the flavor.

3. Toss the salad immediatly before serving. This keeps it crunchy.

4. Adjust the seasoning with salt and pepper and lime juice as needed to your taste.

Prologue

Azadeh—Age 29

THREE MONTHS AGO

The Manor

The concept of belonging can be many things to different people. For some, it’s a ravenous crowd chanting their name and the allure of fame. Others gain accomplishment and abundance from the texture of green bills gliding between their fingers. For me, it’s coming home to the three men who simultaneously comfort and obliterate me.

My gaze wanders to the lush forest surrounding Lev’s property. I was surprised when he kept the place after his brutal and corrupt parents died. I didn’t expect him to gut the interior and make it his permanent home, especially as it was the origin of tangible nightmares that continue to haunt him.

The bump against my shoulder pulls me from my reverie. “Penny for your thoughts?”

I turn my head, and a smile lifts my lips.

Ezekiel Summers. The boy who saved me and was “rewarded” with the loss of his right eye.

He grabs the cigarette mindlessly burning between my fingers and brings it to his lips.

I shove the pack of Marlboros toward him, smashing the pack against his chest. “You can have your own, you know.”

Zeke inhales, and the tip lights up red. He doesn’t say a word as he exhales the smoke. “I know, but this filter has been between your lips.”

My face must turn every shade of red because Ezekiel chuckles and drapes his arm over my shoulders, pulling me toward him. Zeke’s arms provide a sense of safety I rarely experience. For someone who survived one form of upheaval after another growing up, having a constant is a novelty not to be taken for granted.

A part of me regrets leaving, but I know if I don’t, the seed of resentment will grow into a stubborn weed I’ll never rid myself of.

We sit silently, sharing a cigarette, the act poignant in its intimacy. That’s how it’s always been with Zeke: friendship on the cusp of consuming passion. So many times, I wanted to say screw it and burn with him. Then I thought about all the stories I’d have to forgo to do it.

I glance at him as he looks into the darkness. The beautiful boy has transformed into a handsome man. Zeke was the boy who made me not hate men. He showed me what a man could be when he stood by you, protected you, and sacrificed for you. Zeke taught me that I could lean on someone and know that the trust I’ve given him would never be taken advantage of or abused.

But when it comes to telling him how he makes me feel, my throat dries up, and my mind becomes numb. I want to nestle in the safety of his arms for all eternity, but my need for comfort is constantly overshadowed by the girl who believes that if she embraces happiness, she’s betraying her sisters, who have no choice but to reside in utter darkness.

The back door slides open, and I realize how safe I am with these three men. I don’t need to be vigilant about my environment when they’re with me. I smile, knowing Cyrus Porter is standing behind me by the flick of his zippo.

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We were the kids of addicts, discarded and forgotten about by the people who were supposed to love us the most. But together we found family and created our own solace. I never thought I would be alone because I had them. Until one night changed everything.

The world knows them as Satan and Blaze. The masked lead singer and drummer of international rock sensation Gutless Void.

I know them as Lars Morgan and Cain Foster. The two boys I loved who broke my heart.

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Prologue

BILLIE

Death is an unavoidable faith. You can’t cheat it, bargain with it, or outrun it. When your time is up, the grim reaper stampedes his way to claim what’s rightfully his. But once you’re dead, none of it matters. You’re no longer consumed with the thoughts that preoccupy the living. You’re dead. Now, your only worry is whether you decay in darkness or pearly white gates take you to a promised paradise. The only people who suffer are the living haunted by your memory.

The service is pleasant. As pleasant as any service can be with people crying or pretending to care about the dearly departed. I glance over the sea of black, trying to figure out who these people are.

Cold, clammy hands grip mine as they whisper words they were told would bring comfort. All their words do is induce rage. “I’m sorry,” they say. What are they sorry about? Did they put that gun in his hands? They sure weren’t the reason the gun was there. The only people to blame for this are Lars Morgan, Cain Foster… and me.

I look toward Cain, the sole person left in the church. He’s wearing a black leather jacket and hasn’t taken off his dark aviators. Not once. At least he showed up, unlike Lars.

Cain doesn’t feel obligated to share in memories of Trevor. He doesn’t believe in being friendly or humoring old elementary teachers who never had a kind word to say about Trevor when he was still breathing.

I close my eyes, trying to tune out the chatter.

“He was a good guy, Billie. I’m so sorry.”

Light floods my vision as I open my eyes to see Clair Vox staring at me. Wetness coats her cheeks, but her eyes appear bone dry.

“Save it, Claire Bear. You didn’t give two shits about Trevor. If I remember correctly, you took pleasure in pointing out that he grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. You’re pretending to give a fuck about him now he’s six feet under, but you sure as hell didn’t care less about Trevor Parker when he was still breathing. Remember how you mercilessly mocked him about the small tear in his sneakers in the fifth grade? You didn’t care about him then. You didn’t stop to ask him why he hadn’t eaten for a few days or why his mom was on another bender with some random fucker, leaving an eleven-year-old boy alone with bare cupboards.”

Cain’s deep voice runs through my bloodstream like a life force. His eyes move from Claire to me. His stony expression is a bullet rushing to the center of my heart, making me pray that the ground beneath me would split open and swallow me whole.

I hold my breath for the venom Cain has ready to hurl at me, but what he does is ten times worse. He pushes past Claire without acknowledging me. It’s as if I’m not there. Invisible.

“Cain’s still low-life trash, I see,” Claire whispers, flipping her long blonde hair. She grabs my shoulders, kissing each cheek before putting on her Gucci glasses and descending the church steps.

Another man approaches me, but I can’t focus. My gaze is trained on Cain as he climbs onto his motorcycle, helmet in his hand.

“Excuse me,” I say before running toward him. “Cain!”

He turns, and his cobalt-blue eyes pierce me like the tip of a samurai blade.

He doesn’t say anything; he just hands me the helmet.

His coldness gives me a sense of comfort. Unlike the surrounding crowd, who echo words of kindness, Cain represents the uncouth and disdainful. He strips convention until the only thing left is honesty.

We gaze at each other while we drown in silence. The pain of losing Trevor churns in my stomach. I’ll do anything to make it end, even if it’s a numbing agent that will give me a moment of peace.

I put on the helmet and wrap my arms around his waist as he starts the motor, and we leave all the superficial bullshit behind.

The wind whips past as we drive down the interstate, passing the cars. I place my head on Cain’s back and shut my eyes. This moment won’t last. I know it’s a blip of joy captured in my hand. When reality knocks on the door of my life, this will slip through my fingers like sand through an hourglass. So I try not to think about it. Right now, Trevor is alive, and Cain loves me.

The traffic dissipates, and the bike stops moving. I open my eyes and stare at the dock. Someone sits there, a bottle of liquor and a guitar in his hand. Lars.

“He’s been drunk since it happened,” Cain says, breaking into my wishful thoughts. “A two-week bender.”

“Lars doesn’t drink. He never drinks.”

“He does now.”

My heart aches, and worry spikes in my veins. Addiction is genetic. It sits dormant in your veins until a simple drink causes an avalanche, burying you so deep that no amount of clawing can dig you out.

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Estimated words: 18159 (not accurate)
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I’ve spent the last five years in survival mode. The only thing moving me forward is a memory from that night with a girl that I can’t have.

Our love is forbidden but this Christmas no one will stop me from claiming what’s mine.

This book is pure over the top indulgence. Read for a good time and vibes, only.

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Chapter 1

Caleb

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“I’m a naughty elf.” Lexi curtsies, flipping the tiny red lace skirt she’s wearing too damn high up her thigh for my liking.

“You like it?” She winks once, crossing her arms and enhancing her large, round breasts, ready for a battle.

As her step-uncle, I can’t help being disgusted at my reaction to her as a man. It’s the same urge I always get around her. All I can focus on is throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her to a cave somewhere.

My brother’s stepdaughter has been deep under my skin since we met at the wedding. She’s stubborn to the core, outspoken to a fault, and very often in need of punishment from my cock or my hands with the reaction she causes in my body.

“You’re a wicked brat in need of a spanking if you ask me.”

Lexi’s icy gaze holds mine. At twenty-three, I’m twice her age, but that doesn’t seem to faze her one bit. “What’s that, Caleb?”

My cock stands at attention, and my balls burn like she’s taken a baseball bat to them, something the little girl has been doing from the moment I laid eyes on her.

I came to town for this damn overblown Christmas party my brother enjoys throwing every year. He’s been beating me over the head with this tradition since we were kids. I’m better off dead than skipping the annual Christmas bash.

Usually, I pretend to tolerate it, but since Lexi came into his life, the only thing more tortuous than his party is avoiding her.

My eyes eat up Lexi’s curves, her large tits, long legs, and perfectly rounded ass.

For five years, all I’ve thought about is her. I’ve buried my desires in bourbon and work to escape her pretty face, which haunts my dreams.

Lexi Everett.

Finally, all grown-up and standing in front of me in the shortest excuse for a costume I’ve ever seen.

“You heard me, Brat.” I edge a little closer, invading her space.

“It’s Christmas. Ease off, old man.” She purses her pert little lips as if I’ve annoyed her before her pout turns into a crooked grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Caleb.” She licks her lips, her gaze trailing across my face.

I must look weather-worn and aged like old leather compared to the youthful visage she sees in the mirror every day.

Lexi steps forward and laughs as she grazes the pad of her thumb across my temple. “Salt and pepper looks good on you.’

“Don’t test me, little girl,” I growl.

My brain is unable to process her scent, infusing my mind and turning it into pure mush. Lexi thinks all this is harmless flirting. She has no idea what kind of fire she’s igniting with her innocent touches and sexy stares.

“Or what?” Her smile is teasing as her caramel honey scent invades my senses and batters my insides with the need to have her again.

“The last time you were this close, my hands were on you.” The memory I’ve tried to choke rages to the surface. The need to trail my tongue over her hammering heart is like a damn vise to my balls.

“My memory could be faulty, but I seem to remember more than your hands on my skin.” Her words are soft and breathy, meant to destroy me.

Memories assault me. Lexi was eighteen when we met. People might say an eighteen-year-old was fair game, that I had no reason to run from a girl who obviously wanted to be bent over and fucked until she forgot her own name. But for me, eighteen was jailbait, and I wanted none of that teen drama.

My eyes slam closed as I recall the moonlit dance we shared, my hands around her waist, her body synced with mine. We began that dance as a newly minted step-uncle and step-niece, innocent and unassuming. What was the harm of dancing with the daughter of my brother's new bride?

We ended it with such sexual energy that I had to jerk off in the bathroom with her name a forbidden whisper on my lips. Afterward, I rushed to the main entrance, needing to put as much distance between myself and temptation as possible. She caught me on the way out, freshly spent with visions of her, ripe and taboo, running through my mind.

If the hallway wasn’t so dark, the song so charged with lust, if she weren’t so plain irresistible… maybe I wouldn’t have kissed her.

When she caught me in that deserted hallway, looking up at me with those mystical blue eyes, I did the only thing I could think of and pressed my lips to hers. Parted the seam of her sweet lips with my tongue and fucked her mouth deeply for long minutes until I couldn’t resist her anymore.

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