24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  If it sounds like I’m bragging, that’s because I am. Now, don’t get all envious on me. There are more men in the world, and I’m sure that you’ll find one (or two) of your own. Sure, they won’t be Anders or Logan (these are taken, sorry!), but as long as they make both your heart and pussy happy … well, that’s what really matters, isn’t it?

  You know, even though I always had this dream of becoming a writer, I’ve never been a big believer of the “follow your dreams” trend. Even though I couldn’t help but try my luck, deep down I felt I was walking down a road that would end up in heartbreak. And, for a desperate moment, things really seemed to point that way.

  But then love saved the day. Just like in a romance novel.

  Just like in’s The Virgin Market.

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  Naughty Angel Newsletter

  New Release!!

  Hold on to your panties ladies! Because have we got a release for you!

  That’s right! Two hot alpha men are going to show this lady a good time!

  Naughty Angel Publishing is proud to announce The Virgin Market!!!! The first ever dark romance brought about under this publishing company. As a debut work from Dark Angel!

  Who is Dark Angel you ask? Maybe you don’t recall seeing her in the lineup?

  That’s okay! If you haven’t seen the Facebook video that’s going viral or heard from word of mouth, then Dark Angel is the newest author to join the umbrella of angels that we have here.

  What can you call her when you’re not referring to her work? Well, we know her as Lana Angel! And you can too!

  It seems like just yesterday that Lana was knocking on my door in New York City. Said she wanted to write but she was willing to start from the bottom up. So she started as a PA. And now look at her - she’s managing a new pen and her book is already tearing up the charts.

  I hear she’s moved into a brand new fancy condo with her two gorgeous boyfriends. The ones that pierce her every day from both directions oooh. They literally make her quiver with ecstasy I’m thinking. I wonder if they grab her tits and suck them while they pound her pussy? Make her squeal in pleasure. Or if they make her groan and shake as they thrust.

  I wonder what they talk about after they cum copious amounts of semen all over her. Like she’s gotta be the luckiest Angel ever.

  Anyways. Wanna catch a sneak peek at what the book is gonna look like? Or what Lana’s life is gonna turn out to be like?

  Well, here’s a lil’ secret.

  I’m sure you’ll find it if you keep reading.

  It’s like a hidden gem. Or some yummy treasure that you find in the middle of a lot of stuff. Only, it’s an Easter Egg. If you search hard enough, looking around, I’m sure your paths will one day cross with Lana.

  But before you can do that, you’re gonna have to see how the story turns out.

  Because the one thing better than a happily ever after is…an even happier forever after! LOL!

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  Lana Angel

  My name is Lana Angel and I’m a bestselling writer.

  Do you know what that feels like? It feels like I’ve entered the Hall of Gods to join their ranks. Remember how I looked up to Abby Cleveland? How I wanted to be just like her? Yeah, I finally got what I wanted.

  Except, instead of scoring a boyfriend out of the whole deal, I managed to score two of them. But back to my writing career.

  The Virgin Market sold thousands of copies, and it beat all expectations. I single-handedly made dark romance a genre that people flock to. I mean, there are writers cranking out cheap knock-offs of what I wrote! How insane is that? Lana Hartley, trailblazer and setter of trends—yeah, you can write that down on my tombstone when I die.

  It’s unbelievable, really. People stop me in the street, shoving their copies of The Virgin Market under my nose and begging me for an autograph. To be honest, I still haven’t learned how to cope with this sudden stardom, but I’m loving every moment of it.

  Besides, it helps that I have Abby Cleveland in my corner, rooting for me and giving me all the advice I need. More than that, she has made me a part of the Naughty Angel inner circle, and I’ve met all of the big players in her company.

  It kinda boggles the mind if you think that Naughty Angel Publishing started the way it did; Abby broke all the rules and somehow, managed to remain true to herself. Despite all odds, she made 12 Inches a reality and crushed the romance market.

  To think that the same thing is happening to me… I mean, it's almost unbelievable, don’t you think? Weeks ago I was just a staff writer, one of a dozen of assistants, and now here I am, a key player in the best publishing house in the romance industry.

  And, yeah, if you’re wondering, The Virgin Market really turned my bank account into a success. Remember my studio apartment? Yeah, that’s long gone. Now I’m living it up in a three-bedroom apartment with all the amenities a writer like me needs. Now, I just need to convince Logan and Anders that I really, really, need a cat.

  But don’t think that a writer’s life is an easy life. Oh, no, far from it. In fact, right now it’s 3 am and I’m still sitting at my desk, staring at my laptop and slowly making the words appear on the screen. That’s right, I’m already hard at work on my new manuscript. Want to know what it's about? Sorry, hun, but I really can’t tell. You’ll have to wait until I release it so that you can dive in.

  Just between you and I though, I’ve been getting a lot of inspiration from all the sex I’ve been having. I have two insatiable men by my side, after all. It seems like I have more sex than meals nowadays. And, no, I’m not complaining.

  “Still awake?” I hear Logan say, and I raise my eyes from the laptop to stare toward the other end of the living room. He’s standing there, his hair disheveled and his eyes still puffed from sleep, and he’s wearing only boxer briefs.

  “I was just finishing this chapter,” I tell him with a smile, typing three more words and finishing off for the day. “But now I’m ready to go to bed,” I continue, saying that more to myself than to him.

  “C’mon,” he says, walking all the way toward me and forcing me to go up to my feet. Then, he bends over slightly and places one arm under the back of my knees; reacting fast, I place one arm around his neck and allow him to pick me up from the floor.

  “Such a gentleman,” I laugh, placing my free hand against his naked chest and feeling his heartbeat under the palm of my hand. I let him carry me all the way toward the bedroom, and my eyes dart to Anders almost immediately; he’s already lying there, under the sheets, and he opens his eyes lazily as he hears us come in.

  “Just in time,” he yawns, sitting up on the bed. “I was having an insane dream…”

  “Was I in it?” I ask him as Logan puts me down on the bed and climbs up next to me.

  “You and Logan,” Anders whispers softly, a wicked grin dawning on his lips. The kind of grin that says I hope you weren’t getting ready to sleep, because I have something on my mind.

  “Your dirty mind never stops,” I laugh, lying down and pressing my body against his. Logan lies next to me, on my other side, and spoons me. I feel his cock harden up against my ass cheeks and I do the only thing I can, I jut my ass back, rubbing his cock with my ass.

  In case you’re wondering, yeah, I share a bed with these two. I’m a famous writer, and I live with the two most handsome men who have ever walked the Earth. Yep, I’m living the dream! And what a dream it is…

  Placing one hand on Anders’ chest, I slide it down his body and under the sheets, and I only stop when his erect mast stands in the way. I curl my fingers around Anders’ cock and, at the same time, I thrust back against Logan’s.

  “Need some inspiration, uh?” Logan whispers against my ear, kissing my neck and running one hand through my hair.

  “I always need inspiration,” I reply with a hoarse voice, feeling a wetness taking over my pussy. I close my eyes and surrender to their embrace, happiness making my heart dance inside my chest.

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p; This is my life now.

  And, more than all the sex, money, and fame, there’s one thing I prize the most about my new life: the love of these two men.

  They’re my whole life, and I’m theirs.

  And that’s what love is all about.

  A Note From The Author

  I hope you liked the feature presentation of 24 Inches.

  I always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that’s how when I buy a book, I look at it. I go to the beach, or to my balcony, with a nice tall vodka tonic and lounge chair and get ready to spend an entire afternoon.

  So even though this novel was 55,000 words, I wanted to give you some more content.

  To fulfill this goal, here is what I am providing some extra content.

  First, we will start with a copy of Scandalous, by Alexis Angel. This book is no longer published and provided for free with every copy.

  Then we have Client 5, by Alexis Angel. It has an added new epilogue as well! This book is no longer published and provided for free.

  This then has a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel. This book is no longer published and provided for free.

  And then a copy of Wicked Lil’ Brat by Alexis Angel.

  And then a copy of DILF by Alexis Angel.

  And then a copy of Dirty Daddy by Alexis Angel. This has never before been seen in added content and is provided exclusively for you today as a thank you!

  After that, I have two short stories.

  Lana’s Market, a short story by Dark Angel.

  All followed by, Lana’s Gamble, which is a short story by Dark Angel.

  Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis

  Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  Just looking at him is enough to melt my panties. That’s why I’m not wearing any around him.

  Lance Anders. He’s cocky. He’s arrogant.

  He’s too beautiful to be real.

  But…he’s entirely forbidden.

  I’m in a forced marriage to his father. A prisoner in a literally loveless partnership that only exists through blackmail. I have too much to lose.

  Besides, I’m 15 years older. That makes me wiser. And my brain tells me to stay far away from him when he comes to visit for the summer.

  He’s too risky for me to touch. Too taboo for me to taste. One touch of this Devil’s lips and I know I’ll be damned.

  Then why am I captivated by those deep, soulful eyes?

  Why can’t I get enough of that shirtless body? And that bulge in his pants. Is that really his…?

  Maybe Heaven can wait…

  Scandalous is a full-length standalone romance that will have your naughty bits twitching with delight. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

  Lance

  SLURP!

  I look down at the sight of the nasty slut sucking my cock greedily and I grunt with a self-satisfied air. She’s getting into it. Her body isn’t the best, but I don’t fucking care. She’s the President’s only fucking daughter, and she’s giving me head while my bare ass is resting comfortably on the President’s chair.

  That’s right. I’m sitting in the Big Chair itself. Right behind the President’s desk in the Oval Office. It’s night of course, and no one else is in here.

  Here’s a history lesson for you. The President’s desk is called the Resolute Desk because it was given as a gift to the United States from the HMS Resolute from Her Royal Navy.

  If Abby doesn’t have good aim, it’s also going to be called the Lance Anders splatter pad for when I cum all over it after this blowjob.

  Lance Anders, that’s me, alright. And that’s probably the only reason that Secret Service hasn’t hauled me away from here, or building security hasn’t been set on me yet.

  Because I’m supposed to be here.

  Allow me to introduce myself if you haven’t been keeping in touch with CNN and Politico like the other Washington DC junkies that surround this place. My name is Lance Anders of the New York Anders Family. My father is Michael Anders, the billionaire scion of the media empire bearing his name—Anders Media.

  Before you think what a great man my dad is though, let me just correct you real quick. It was my grandfather who built the fucking company to what it is today. Starting with newspapers, and then moving on to radio. Then magazines. Finally television and film. And toward the end of his life—the man worked till he died—the Internet.

  My dad, well, he just built on it. Went into fucking politics. He says it's to protect the family business. Whatever. He just probably likes the power. I don’t remember much, when he and my mom were married - I think I was 2.

  Oh right, I call him my Dad because he’s all I’ve ever known. My mom died shortly after marrying that asshole. He became my legal guardian. But we’ll talk more about how I haven’t talked to him in forever. Right now I’m fucking this bitch.

  She moans again lewdly and I think I love politics. My Dad said I should go into politics too. That’s basically why I’m here as a White House Intern right after my senior year at Yale. My dad’s the Mayor of New York City, and with a few favors and a few strings pulled, he’s put his son in at a job where he can sit in the President’s chair and get a blowjob from the First fucking Daughter.

  Speaking of which, I look down. Holy fucking shit! Abby is bobbing her head up and down my shaft like a fucking pro. My cock is in a world of it’s own. It’s throbbing so hard, ready to cum that it must have it’s own fucking heartbeat. Yeah, my dad definitely wouldn’t approve of this.

  But you know what? He probably wouldn’t approve of a lot of things I do. Definitely doesn’t approve of the line of tattoos gracing my arms and chest that I got in college while playing football. Definitely doesn’t approve of the fucking assembly line fucking I do of the female species. Although, there’s nothing I can really do about that. The women, they seem to throw themselves at me.

  And hey, can you fucking blame them? I’m 21 years old. Young, with blue eyes and dimples. A ripped fucking body. The body of a fucking Greek god. A fucking gladiator. 8-pack abs. I bench twice my weight easily. I have a body fat index of 5%.

  But that’s what brings the ladies to me in the first place. First year co-eds, sorority sluts, graduate student assistants, professors, housewives, and now First Daughters. They coo with lust as I take my clothes off and kiss between their neck and their shoulder. Then they get my pants off.

  And their eyes bug the fuck out.

  Because they see it.

  My cock.

  12 fucking inches of lust muscle. Veiny, and thick as your wrist. With its head that turns an angry color of purple, and at first they’re afraid.

  “Lance, I don’t know….” they say out loud with fear and trepidation in their voices. They try jerking it, but they usually need two hands. I get them off once with my fingers and tongue. And then no matter their protests, I get them to take just the tip.

  I’ll probably only be able to sink in half way into them. But by then they’re clawing at my back and screaming for Jesus. They’ve blasted off and gone into orbit, their minds no longer on this level of existence my cock is so good. By the time I’m done with them, they’ve forgotten their fucking names. They’ve forgotten their boyfriends, lovers, spouses, parents, you name it.

  All they know is Lance fucking Anders. All they want is Lance Anders.

  I grunt savagely as Abby continues her ministrations on my cock. I need to fuck, just thinking about all these women.

  “Hey, get up,” I command. She looks at me for o
ne second but them I pull her up with my arms. She squeals as I turn her over and bend her on her daddy’s desk. I lift up her skirt and yank down her panties. Fuck, I may have ripped those panties. But they were boring cotton briefs. Not really worth the loss, if you ask me.

  Abby squeals again in excitement and juts her ass out. I waste no time and put on a condom and position my head into the mouth of her pussy and shove into her canal.

  “Oh my fucking God, Lance!” Abby moans out loud.

  She starts squirming on my cock, like a bug pierced by a needle—her arms writhing all over the desk. I don’t notice because I’ve closed my eyes and I’m imagining all the various girls I’ve fucked over my short lifespan.

  Is it a lot? Sure. I won’t lie. But I’ve always taken care to be safe and I’ve always been honest with the girls. I’ve told them that I’m young. I’m not looking for anything permanent. Hell, I’m looking for one night. Maybe two if they’re really good and I’m in the mood. A week is the absolute max. Two weeks? Fuck that. After that, we’ll be friends, but they have to remember my motto: One and done.

  Sure when my cock is going in and out of them like it’s doing to Abby they nod their head and bite their tongue. But as soon as they cum? As soon as they recover from that amazing fuck? They’re getting all clingy. They’re making plans to go up to the Cape to meet their fucking parents. They’re renting hotel rooms in the middle of the afternoon where we can go and fuck.

  Listen, I don’t know what to say if you don’t believe me. Take a look at Abby right now, if you don’t think I’m telling you the truth. She’s going crazy, grunting and groaning like a fucking animal in heat. Her eyes are clouded up with fucking lust. Her hands are desperately trying to grab hold of something. Anything.