by Madison Faye
I nod.
“Yes!” she crows before shushing herself as the babies stir in her arms. “Wait, that is amazing! So, you’re going to stay here, on Blackthorn!”
Ryker clears his throat. “I mean, unless she wants to move somewhere else—”
“Yeah no,” I say quickly, beaming at him. “I think I’d like to stay right here.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” he murmurs, stepping into me and wrapping his arms around me.
We say congrats again to the new parents before we step out, letting them have their peace for a while before the next crew comes in to congratulate them.
“Daddy!”
Chloe, Katrina, Stella, and Kyrie have just arrived, and the latter comes barreling down the hallway into Ryker’s arms. The other men stand, grinning as they melt into their wives’ arms — Vlad scooping up Chloe, Braun pulling Katrina close, and Austin and Dallas sliding their arms around Stella’s waist.
“Can I see the babies?”
“Soon, pumpkin,” Ryker grins, squatting down to hug his daughter. “Soon.” He glances up at me, raising a brow. I know what he means, and I nod.
“Hey, kiddo?” He takes a deep breath, looking right into Kyrie’s eyes as he takes her hands. “How’d you like Addison to stay for a while longer?”
Addison beams as she yanks her eyes up to me. “Seriously? Like for the whole summer?”
Ryker glances at me again, smiling, before he looks back at his daughter. “How about for forever?”
It takes a second, but suddenly, Kyrie and everyone else in the waiting room suddenly explodes into shrieks and hoots and cheers. Kyrie leaps into her dad’s arms, hugging him before she practically jumps into me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me fiercely.
“Are you really going to stay with us, Addison?!”
“Yeah, kiddo.” I hug her dearly. “If you’re okay with it.”
“Of course I am!” she shrieks, the rest of the room bursting into laughter. The guys come over to throw their arms around Ryker, their wives coming over to gush all over me.
“Okay, I did not see this coming when I invited you up here,” my cousin giggles as she hugs me tightly.
“Oh, not at all, huh?”
“I mean...” She grins. “I mean maybe I considered it a distant possibility.”
“This is so amazing!” Chloe beams, throwing her arms around me.
“I can’t believe you’re going to stay here! This is so awesome!” Stella gushes, hugging me next.
Katrina frowns. “Wait, when the heck did he propose?”
“Uh, about that.”
The whole room erupts into more cheers when I tell them how I proposed to him. There’s love, and family, and friends all around us. There’s a future I can’t wait to start, stretching out in front of me. And there’s the man of my dreams and my dirtiest fantasies, with his arm around my waist and his lips on mine, kissing me and murmuring into my ear when no one else can hear that he can’t wait to get me alone and tear my clothes off.
And if that isn’t a happy ending? Well hell, I don’t know what is.
The End.
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Sneak Peek: Claiming His Mountain Bride
Claiming His Mountain Bride
My mountain. My cabin. My rules. And she’s my woman – she just doesn’t know it yet.
I left civilization and my demons a long time ago, seeking solitude up on Blackthorn Mountain. Just one ex-Marine, a remote cabin, and the wilderness, with no distractions.
But then she turns up, blowing in with a winter’s blizzard like a very fucking big distraction.
Blonde, beautiful, and mouthy as all hell, even when I save her from freezing that sweet little ass off.
A rough mountain man like me should want nothing to do with a rich little city girl like Katrina. Except one look at her sweet, tempting curves, and one taste of those sassy, pouty lips, and I want everything to do with her.
I saved her from freezing, but maybe it’s her who’s going to save my frozen heart.
We’re trapped up here for the storm, locked in a cabin with only the heat between us to keep us warm. Her wealthy, city family thinks they can marry her off to some rich little shit. But they’re very wrong.
My mountain. My cabin. My woman.
I’ll make Katrina my bride, and I’ll be damned if I let them take her from me.
Heads up - I’ve gone totally off the rails with this one. This book is pure, unfiltered, growly-alpha-claims-his-woman smut at it’s finest. It’s sweet, it’s filthy, and it’s completely ridiculous. You’re probably going to love it ;). Safe, no cheating, and HEA guaranteed.
1
Katrina
The blast of freezing cold wind hit the car like a thunderclap, making me jump. The Land Rover jerked on the icy road, the steering wheel lurching in my white-knuckle grip as I eased on the gas and wrestled back control. I shivered despite the heat cranking inside the vehicle, my eyes narrowed as I tried to peer through the wall of white coming down in sheets across the small mountain road in front of me.
Shit, maybe this was a terrible idea.
But then, I hadn’t known what else to do except run. My gut instinct had been to flee to the only place I knew where I could just escape everything. Of course, I hadn’t exactly expected the snow storm of the century coming down like some sort of biblical plague.
My mind slid back to three hours before, back at the restaurant where Paul, my fiancé had decided to remind me exactly how much of a piece of shit I always knew he was.
“Excuse me?!”
“C’mon, Katrina, calm the fuck down. This doesn’t change anything.”
In a way, he’d been right.
I can’t say I was heartbroken having just been told by my fiancé that he was screwing another woman. Heartbroken would imply that I’d cared enough for Paul to well, be heartbroken. But I hadn’t, so it wasn’t broken. I was pissed the hell off though.
The truth is, I’d never wanted to marry Paul, but in the world I grew up in, things like that don’t matter. Paul and I marrying just “made sense,” as my father Milton put it. After all, the Bartholomew’s were a family just as connected, and stately, and rich, and well, obnoxious and pretentious as mine. Paul’s father was a VP at some huge financial institution, just like mine was. We’d gone to the same level of snooty, snobby private schools, had the same stern-faced, hugely expensive nannies growing up, and had gone to the same calibre of bought-and-paid for ivy league colleges. In the world I grew up in, Paul and I would get married, he’d become VP of some other bank or hedge fund, and I’d sit at home redecorating our mansion on the shore every two months and popping out three perfect little children.
And to some girls, that was the dream. To some people, that was a life worth living.
But to me?
…The thought made my skin crawl.
I hated the idea of being a stepford wife — of being this trophy sitting in some rich, smug asshole’s big pretentious house. And on top of that, I really didn’t like Paul, like, as a person. He was a prick, and rude, and the thought of being physical intimate with him made my stomach heave. But thankfully, it hadn’t come to that yet. See, if I was going to be forced into this bullshit, antiquated arranged marriage thing, well then, I’d do it antiquated all the way. They wanted to force me to marry some jerk like Paul as if we lived in Elizabethan England? Fine, then I‘d pretend I was a woman of the same time, and women of arranged marriages did not sleep with their betrothed until marriage.
Yeah, take that, assholes.
I can tell you, watching the smug look fall from Paul’s face when I told him point blank he wouldn’t be getting any was almost worth the lifetime I’d have to spend with him. But then, apparently, Paul had gone out and gotten a little side piece. And told me about it, in the middle of a three-star restaurant, two minutes before our parents walked in for a dinner where we’d be discussing wedding locations.
“You’re a real piece of work, Paul,” I’d spat out shaking my head and jerking my arm away from him.
“Listen ice-queen, you brought this on yourself. A man had needs, Katrina.”
Again, I wasn’t upset about Paul fucking some other girl — hell, she probably deserved a medal. I’d certainly never done anything with him, but a girl I’d gone to private school with apparently had, and through the rumor mill, I’d heard every gross detail about how small he was and how downright abusive in bed he’d been.
Yeah, no thanks.
So, whoever this side girl was, fuck it, she could have him. I didn’t have feelings for Paul, but I did have pride.
“Sit down,” he’d hissed. “Sit your tight ass down, shut the fuck up, and smile pretty, Katrina.”
My blood boiled.
“Look, our parents are here,” he’d hissed, nodding past me at the door to the restaurant. He’d put a big plastic smile on his face and waved.
“This marriage is happening. It makes sense for our families to be connected. We’ve got good genes, and our children—”
“Not fucking happening,” I’d spit out.
Paul had sneered.
“The wedding is next month, bitch. And after that, you’re going to damn well learn to spread those legs and let me get a piece of what's mine.”
Right then is when something in me snapped. Maybe it was the other girl. Maybe it was him talking to me like I was a piano he was buying for his house. Maybe it was the thought of having sex with him that made the bile rise in my throat.
Whatever it was, suddenly, it all clicked into place.
I didn’t want this life. I didn’t want Paul, I didn’t want that future, and I was not going to just sit there and let it happen.
Horrified gasps erupted around us as I’d hurled the wine from my untouched glass right into Paul’s face. He’d sworn fiercely, staggering to his feet and sputtering.
“You bitch! You fucking—”
“Paul?”
He’d froze.
“Go fuck yourself.”
And then I’d turned and walked away. I’d walked right out of the restaurant, ignoring Paul, and my father bellowing at me to get back there, and my mother echoing the same. I’d almost caught a cab, but instead, with a smug grin, I’d let the valet know that I’d be taking my fiancé’s car.
Dick.
I’d driven the extravagant black and chrome Land Rover back to my apartment, snagging anything that could fit into a small pack and changing into the warmest cold-weather stuff I could find. I’d turned my phone off, jumped back into the SUV, headed out of the city, and driven the two hours straight here, to Blackthorn Mountain.
A blast of frozen winter wind slammed into the car again, making me gasp as the whole thing shuddered sideways on the road.
Yeah, maybe this had been a terrible idea…
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Daddy Duke
Prick Charming
Blackthorn Mountain Men:
Claiming His Mountain Bride
His Captive Mountain Virgin
Her Mountain Baby Daddies
His Big Mountain Axe
His Hard Mountain Wood
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“Dirty Bad Things” Series:
Hard Core
Pretty Dirty
Rough Stuff
Her Daddies:
Double Daddies
Triple Daddies
Bad Medicine Series:
Doctor Babymaker
Doctor O-Maker
“Innocence Claimed” Series:
His Little Bad Girl
Tempting Daddy’s Boss
Paying The Debt
“The Triple Crown Club” Series:
Royally Shared
Royally Claimed
Royally Tempted
“Possessing Beauty” Series:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting Beauty
Possessing Beauty
“Forbidden” Series:
Flirting With The Law
Breaking Her Innocence
“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three Times
Taken Three Times
Paid For Three Times
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
Standalones:
Trick And Treat
Sugar & Spice
Five Card Studs
Dear Stepbrother, I Want You
About the Author
#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
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