by Madison Faye
The Club is mentioned in passing, and while we all know our history there, we mostly ignore it now. After all, none of the guys are members anymore, and while I know Anya, Julia, and I are all glad the place exists, since it helped us find the loves of our lives, we’re okay moving forward from it.
Eventually, there are hugs, and claps on the backs, and sad goodbyes, and promises to do this again soon. Our friends leave, and they’re barely out the door before I squeal as six hands grab me and whisk me upstairs to our bed.
Oh, and as to Landon’s curiosity from earlier, before dinner?
The answer, in case you’re wondering, is very.
Very very very wet.
The End.
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Also by Madison Faye
“The Triple Crown Club” Series:
Royally Shared
Royally Claimed
Royally Tempted
“Possessing Beauty” Series:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting 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
Sugar & Spice: A Billionaire/Virgin Romance
About the 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!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!
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Sharing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Twice the Prince Charming, twice the happy ever after. Right?
They’re rich, gorgeous, and dominantly possessive. Their name is Charming, and they’re actual, honest-to-goodness royal princes.
Oh, and they’re twins.
It’s every princess’s fantasy to think about finding her prince charming, but what happens when she finds two of them? Literally.
They both want me. And they’ve made it perfectly clear that they come as a package deal. Two mouths. Four demanding, powerful hands. Two huge -uh- crown jewels?
“Scandalous” doesn’t even begin to cover what the tabloids would say about this.
I was burned one time before, but maybe “one” is my problem. Maybe it takes twice the man, or men, to make this fairytale complete?
Maybe I’m about to take on more trouble than I know what to do with, and maybe I’ll just end up getting royally screwed.
No, scratch that. I’m definitely about to get royally screwed…
*Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.
Sharing Beauty is a quicky modern fairytale involving two utterly obsessed alpha heroes and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to keep you up far past your bedtime. This mfm romance is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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Chapter 1
Ilana
Isla gasped sharply as my hands pulled tight on the ties at the back of her dress.
“You did that on purpose!”
I smirked, wagging my brows at her.
“A little.”
Call it payback for the rough love she’d shown my hair twenty minutes before. Now, granted, I had a lot of hair, but she’d downright manhandled it into the elaborate twists and piles currently sitting atop my hair. My scalp was still smarting, but I had to admit, the long, golden locks held in place by an army of bobby pins, and of course my tiara, did look gorgeous.
My littlest sister stuck her tongue out at me in the mirror as I finished lacing up the back of her gown and stood back.
“Well, you can thank me now, because you look hot.”
I stood next to her in the big, gilded mirror, both of us decked out to the nines for the evening — for the suitor’s ball, of course. Our father, King Lucian, regent of Avlion, had finally decided it was high time for his three daughters to start finding proper suitors. In keeping with tradition, he’d set up a “suitor’s ball,” inviting single and eligible princes and princesses from all around the various kingdoms and countries together for a night of gowns, tuxedos, string quartets, and ballroom dancing.
Think of it like a
themed prom, I guess.
The whole thing was “so incredibly dated and old fashioned!” as Isla kept reminding me. She wasn’t wrong, either. I mean, considering we lived in the twenty-first century, with iPhones, and social media, and Instagram and all that, it was pretty old-fashioned to throw a ball in order for younger royalty to dress up and mingle.
I think part of us knew it’d be fun to dress up and dance the night away with some handsome princes. But that hadn’t stopped all three of us from grumbling about this whole ball thing for weeks. Isla and Imogen bitched about it because it was old fashioned and antiquated. I just knew it was going to be dumb and pointless.
The thing was, I kind of liked old-fashioned. Our mother, Queen Jessica, had always told me I’d been born in the wrong century — that I was an old soul meant for another time. She said this out of love, smiling at me when I was younger and nuzzling my cheek as I demanded to know why we couldn’t travel by carriage to various functions like princesses in the movies did, rather than a helicopter.
It was why I think I’d had less of a problem with our father’s whole “no dating” thing than my younger sisters. Yes, it was maybe a little silly that now was the first time we were going to be allowed to actively seek out members of the opposite sex, with my being twenty-one, Imogen twenty, and Isla recently eighteen. And yes, maybe Dad was a little old-fashioned too, but I knew it came from a place of love, and that he just wanted the best for us.
Trust me, I knew this a bit more than both Isla and Imogen.
You see, two years before, when I was nineteen, I’d decided I was done playing by my parent’s rules concerning boys. At a dinner party thrown by our Uncle Lorne in Berne, I started chatting with a handsome young prince named Henry from another, neighboring kingdom. He was charming, and witty, and gorgeous, and his eyes had never left mine the whole night.
He’d even persuaded me to take a walk with him after dinner through the gardens — chaperoned, of course. But he’d whispered all sorts of wonderful things to me nonetheless. He’d promised me the moon, basically, telling me it was love at first sight, and that he’d been waiting for a girl like me.
You know, all sorts of things that now sound like complete and total lines. Because they were.
Days later, heart pounding, for the first time ever, I’d snuck out of my father’s palace and into the old carriage house to meet Prince Henry. My whole body had tingled when he kissed me, and even if I wasn’t entirely sure I actually wanted to, I let him put his hands under my dress. His fingers had been rough, and cold, and not that nice actually. But, the movies I watched and all the books I’d read said this is what princesses did. Awkward and uncomfortable or not, giving in to the ravishes of the handsome prince under the moon in a royal garden seemed exactly like what I should be doing.
So I’d let it happen.
It was fast, and awkward, and there hadn’t been one bit of the passion you read about in books as he’d climbed on top of me and just sort of pushed it in. It hadn’t hurt, so that was a plus I guess. But after around a minute of frantic thrusting, Henry had grunted and gasped before rolling off of me and telling me I’d “done great.” Two minutes later, he’d left with a brief goodnight.
A week later, at another dinner party thrown by another king, I walked in on him in a side hallway with some other princess on her knees in front of him.
And that was when I decided my mother had been right. I had been born in the wrong century. Sure, I loved having a cell phone, and Netflix, and all of that as much as the next girl. But when it came to love, and giving my heart away, I longed for a time when princes were noble, and when love was something true.
My sisters thought that ball that night was going to be dumb because they thought it was old-fashioned. I thought it was dumb because I knew it was only pretending to be old-fashioned. Even with the gowns and the ballroom dancing, it was still going to be full of crude, spoiled, arrogant princes who only wanted one thing from princesses like me.
“You two ready to go yet?”
Imogen poked her head into the room and stepped in, her chartreuse green and gold dress shimmering and bringing out the green of her eyes and the red-gold of her hair. Somehow, the three of us had managed to look totally different, and yet unquestionably like sisters when we were all lined up together. Isla with her dark hair, dark eyes, and enviable curves, Imogen with her long legs, fiery red hair, and green eyes. And me, with my crystal blue eyes, slender, petite form, and long blonde hair. And by “long”, I mean I hadn't cut it since I was seven.
“Can’t we just skip this, go lock ourselves in the media room, and watch movies and stuff our faces with ice cream all night?”
Imogen and I burst out laughing at Isla’s pouting words.
“I am so down for that,” Imogen groaned, sinking onto the corner of our youngest sister’s bed. “Tonight is going to blow.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I rolled my eyes at Isla with a groan. “I would totally blow this off if I didn’t think Mom and Dad would kill us if we did.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Imogen snorted. “Isla, I think Dad would notice if we weren’t there tonight. Besides, on the bright side, this is Dad actually letting us date.”
“As if it’s the seventeen hundreds, sure.”
I snorted out a laugh. See? Like I said, old-fashioned.
“It could actually be fun, you know,” I said, not really believing my own words. “Yeah, there are some douchey princes out there—”
“Some?”
I grinned. Oh did I know that.
In the end, of course, we finished primping in the mirror, took a final moment to grumble about the ball, and then headed down to the festivities.
In movies, and books, and in my dreams, the Prince Charming who swooped in and swept the princess of her feet was perfect. And it wasn’t like I was jaded or something. I mean, I’d been burned once, sure, but it wasn’t like I’d sworn off men or sworn off the feelings that came with it. I just hadn’t found one yet that did anything for me.
I just had no idea how much that night was going to change that for me. In so many ways…
Chapter 2
Cade
“You ready for this?”
I rolled my eyes at Caspian as we stepped through the formal front entry-way into the palace.
“Sure,” I sighed, heading immediately to a bar set up by one of the immense windows overlooking the countryside of Avlion around King Lucian’s castle. My brother followed, wordlessly nodding as I ordered us both a bourbon, neat, from the middle-aged bartender.
“Thanks.”
I tossed two $100 bills on the bar and turned to give Caspian his drink.
“Oh, sir, the bars are open for the ball.”
I glanced back at the man.
“That’s fine, consider it a tip then.”
I liked being generous with money. And not in an obnoxious flaunting way, but in meaningful ways. Both of us were, actually. Twins think alike like that. I liked rewarding hard work, especially when it probably wasn’t being appreciated. No one appreciated a good bartender.
I donated to charity, often. I supported a wounded warrior fund back home in our kingdom of Marland. Caspian supported a non-profit that made sure single, destitute mothers and their children were clothed, fed, and housed. And yes, we both tipped ludicrously well. Because in the end, it was just money. But by the same token, money was everything when you didn’t have it by the truckload like we did. Our father had raised us to appreciate that, and in our world of royalty and privilege, that was a rare lesson to learn.
But Dad had taught us well. After all, he’d come from nothing — a chauffeur’s mechanic son who’d caught the eye of the Princess of Marland. One look, and he’d never looked away.
That was another thing Dad had taught us — keep fighting for what you want, and never let someone else tell you that you can’t have it “just because.” Our dad knew what he wanted with our mom, and he fou
ght tooth and nail for it. It’d been quite the scandal in Marland when the pure-lineage princess and only daughter of King Horace took a shine to her chauffeur’s son. I mean, princesses don’t date mechanics. And they sure as shit don’t marry them.
But this one did.
So yeah, Dad had taught us the value and in-value of money, because he’d had none of it and then more of it than he’d ever know what to do with. Mom viewed wealth and privilege the same way he did — that it was a responsibly, not a gift. Having it meant helping those who didn’t, not lording it over them.
And this, to make a very long story short, was why I did things like tip $200 for two drinks at an open bar.
“I assure you, sir, it's not necessary.”
“I know,” I said with a smile. “But humor me.”
“Sir—”
“Please keep it.” I shook my head. “It's not charity, I just like rewarding hard work.”
I sipped the bourbon. “Fantastic pour, by the way.”
The guy grinned. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
I turned back to my brother as we strode back down the gilded always of Lucian’s castle towards the sounds of crowds and music coming from the ballroom.
