by Shayla Black
Contents
Copyright
Welcome
Seduced The Bride by Shayla Black
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About Shayla Black
Connect With Shayla Black
In From The Cold by Lexi Blake
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
About Lexi Blake
Connect With Lexi Blake
Forbidden Redemption by Sidney Bristol
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About Sidney Bristol
Connect With Sidney Bristol
Midnight Wild by Mari Carr
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
About Mari Carr
Connect With Mari Carr
Scandalous Billionaire by Sierra Cartwright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
About Sierra Cartwright
Connect With Sierra Cartwright
The Professor by Katana Collins
1. Reid
2. Hazel
3. Reid
4. Hazel
5. Reid
6. Hazel
7. Reid
8. Reid
9. Hazel
10. Reid
11. Hazel
12. Hazel
Epilogue
About Katana Collins
Connect With Katana Collins
Innocence Uncaged by Jenna Jacob
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About Jenna Jacob
Connect With Jenna Jacob
His Private Collection by Geneva Lee
Sunday: The Voyeur
Monday: The Invitation
Tuesday: The Initiation
Thursday: The Assessment
Friday: The Office
Friday: The Club
About Geneva Lee
Connect With Geneva Lee
All Falling Down by Angel Payne
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About Angel Payne
Connect With Angel Payne
Seductive by Willow Winters
Prologue
1. Addison
2. Daniel
3. Addison
4. Daniel
5. Daniel
6. Addison
7. Daniel
8. Addison
About Willow Winters
Connect With Willow Winters
SEDUCE THE BRIDE
COPYRIGHT © 2019 SHELLEY BRADLEY, LLC
IN FROM THE COLD
COPYRIGHT © 2019 DLZ ENTERTAINMENT, LLC
FORBIDDEN REDEMPTION
COPYRIGHT © 2019 INKED PRESS
MIDNIGHT WILD
COPYRIGHT © 2019 MARI CARR
SCANDALOUS BILLIONAIRE
COPYRIGHT © 2019 SIERRA CARTWRIGHT
THE PROFESSOR
COPYRIGHT © 2019 KATANA COLLINS
INNOCENCE UNCAGED
COPYRIGHT © 2019 DREAM WORDS, LLC
HIS PRIVATE COLLECTION
COPYRIGHT © 2019 GENEVA LEE
ALL FALLING DOWN
COPYRIGHT © 2019 IVY ESTATE PUBLISHING
SEDUCTIVE
COPYRIGHT © 2019 WILLOW WINTERS
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This is an adult erotic romance book with love scenes and mature situations. It is only intended for adult readers over the age of 18.
Published: Once Upon An Alpha 2019
Cover Design: Rachel Connolly
Cover Model: Andrew B. & Sofia Romero
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Editor: Blue Otter Editing, LLC
Proof Reader: Fedora Chen
Formatting by: Rachel Connolly
ISBN-10: 0-9982222-7-5
ISBN-13: 978-0-9982222-7-1
Welcome to Alphas Confess All: Forbidden Encounters, Once Upon An Alpha’s fouth anthology. We have brought you a collection of stories from authors who we love and admire. Each novella features an alpha with a twist in the story. We’re bringing alphas who confess their darkest secrets…the dirtiest desires. We hope you’ll fall in love with them.
Proceeds from the sale of this book will go to 4 Paws for Ability: a worldwide agency that enriches the lives of children and veterans with disabilities by training and placing quality, task-trained service dogs. For more information about this amazing nonprofit organization: http://4pawsforability.org.
In this anthology you’ll read stories from the following authors, who have graciously donated their time and work to this great cause.
This anthology contains stories from the following authors who have graciously donated their time and works to this great cause. I’d like to give a HUGE thank you to all the contributing authors, and to the designers, model, editor, proofreader and formatter. With out the generous donation of their time and phenomenal talent, none of this would have been possible. I thank you all for the support you’ve given 4 Paws for Ability, and for being as passionate about the cause as I am.
AUTHORS
SHAYLA BLACK
LEXI BLAKE
SIDNEY BRISTOL
MARI CARR
SIERRA CARTWRIGHT
KATANA COLLINS
JENNA JACOB
GENEVA LEE
ANGEL PAYNE
WILLOW WINTERS
DESIGNER
RACHEL CONNOLLY
COVER MODEL
ANDREW B. & SOFIA ROMERO
PHOTOGRAPHER
WANDER AGUIAR
EDITING
BLUE OTTER EDITING, LLC
PROOF READER
FEDORA CHEN
FORMATTING
RACHEL CONNOLLY
DEDICATION
This anthology would not have happened without the strength fro
m my own salt circle.
In the moments of darkness and you think you’ve lost your way, trust your salt circle to bring light with fire breathing dragons.
To Delta, my little girl Autumn’s personal best companion, service dog and fiercest protector.
Amber and Autumn, you inspire the world around you by seeing the world from the best facet.
To you, the reader. Thank you.
We hope you enjoy our anthology. Read at your own risk. Overheating can occur thanks to these very steamy stories.
With Love,
Shannon Hunt
Once Upon An Alpha
Prologue
Hayden
I’m going to hell.
That’s not news; I’ve known for a while. But as I fantasize—not for the first time—about my friend and business partner’s barely legal daughter, I have no doubt purgatory has an engraved throne waiting for me.
“Come on, slow poke!” Perrie Atkins grabs my hand and flips her gaze my way, her dark, wet hair clinging to her pale, so-soft skin.
She giggles as she drags me back into the simulated ocean to wait for another wave, her dimples flashing with rosy-cheeked excitement. I can’t not notice that her pink bikini bottoms, which are held up by little bows, reveal more of her ass than they conceal.
“Again?” I pretend to grouse.
I secretly love spending time with her.
Eight years ago, when I was fresh out of college and had just bought half of a successful construction business, not so much. But at the time, my partner, Dan, was a newly single father. Business was booming, projects were at a critical point…and I was green. So I pulled a lot of babysitting duty. After watching teen angst movies, baking cookies, teaching Perrie pre-algebra, holding her while she’d cried over her first crush, and bringing her to this water park a lot, I got to know her. And I found myself enjoying the witty, intrepid kid.
Then…puberty hit. Things changed. It was fine at first. Perrie was still cute, going on about anime that confused me and K-pop music. I loved teasing her about her “favorite tunes.” How could she possibly know which song she liked most when they were sung in Korean? She got a pixie cut before her sweet sixteen and sobbed afterward. But I managed to coax a smile out of her when I called her my brunette Tinkerbelle.
Then she decided to become a cheerleader her senior year. With her eighteenth birthday looming, and the skirts suddenly skimpy, I couldn’t deny that somewhere in the last few years of s’mores, arcade games, and bad B horror movies, she had grown up.
I didn’t feel like a proud “uncle” at all. I felt like a perv for recognizing that Perrie was totally fuckable. Worse, I was dying to be the man who proved just how true that was. My fixation only seems more real because I haven’t had sex in nearly a year. She’s the only woman I want.
Yeah, I’m going to hell.
“What’s the matter? Getting old?” she taunts. “Should I sign you up for AARP?”
I’m thirty—nowhere near retirement age. To her, I probably seem ancient. That’s depressing as hell.
“What do you know? You’re barely old enough to wipe your own ass.”
“Ha! Age is just a number. Besides…” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m better and smarter than you.”
I don’t dare look at her beaded nipples poking her little bikini top. Well, not again. “Are you now?”
We play this game a lot, too. She’s adorably competitive at everything—video games, sports, trivia, crosswords, driving records, reading lists—and I love that about her. She keeps me on my toes, encourages me, and makes me strive to be better.
I already feel guilty for this blistering torch I’m carrying for her. But it’s worse this summer because it’s become absolutely clear that I don’t just want to peel off her clothes and pop her still-untouched cherry.
I’m in love with her.
Dan would crucify me if he had any idea what I was thinking about his baby girl. And I wouldn’t blame him.
I absolutely, positively cannot cross the line with Perrie. Besides the risk of blowing up the business I share with the man I consider an older brother, there’s the girl herself. She’s got a big, bright future in front of her, starting with an Ivy League university back East—on a full scholarship. Yeah, she’s that smart. She needs to leave Phoenix, see the world, meet people, experience life. And she needs to do that without me.
My head knows it. My cock hates that idea.
Even if Dan didn’t bury me alive in quick-dry cement for touching his daughter, I doubt Perrie thinks of me that way. Sure, I’ve caught her looking once or twice. Curiosity about the opposite sex is normal, and because she’s an only child, she spends her time with adults—mostly me. She’s mature beyond her years and positively hated the games high school boys played. But she’s human; she has hormones. Hell, I peeked into her room last week, thinking she was in bed with a headache…but I swear I caught her masturbating. Seeing her panting, flushed, and shuddering under her covers has plagued my sex drive since.
I keep telling myself this is all moot. She’s leaving to start her amazing new life tomorrow morning, and our outing to this water park we’ve visited together many times is our last. But the subversive part of my brain keeps insisting I still have a whole night to find a creative way—preferably without clothes—to change her mind.
God, I’m an idiot.
“When we walked in, I saw they still have that Tempest machine in the arcade,” she remarked with a challenging smile. “Bet I can beat you again.”
“You wish. This time will be different.”
She raises that dark arch of a brow at me. “Because you’ve been practicing?”
“Because I’m determined,” I lied.
I’m actually relieved she’s found something else for us to do in public. As long as we’re not alone, I can’t be too reckless about putting my hands on her.
“Here it comes!” Her smile brightens as the man-made wave spouts from the edge of the pool and swells across the water before crashing over us.
The force of the water tugs at me and threatens to drag her under. Sputtering and gasping, she flings herself against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my middle. She’s petite, but her curves feel so fucking seductive and lush.
Our eyes meet. Her lips part. She blinks, water droplets clinging to her long black lashes. She’s mere inches away. All I’d have to do to kiss her is grab a fistful of her lush brown hair, pull her against me, and crush her lips under my own.
Could I talk her into my bed and out of her virginity?
Other than my conscience, every part of me salutes that idea, especially the overeager appendage between my legs. But if I let her near my cock, she’ll realize how badly I want her.
To avert that crisis, I tickle her ribs and get the expected squeal in return before I carefully set her aside.
She sends me a little pout. “Pushing me away already? You’ll be rid of me soon enough.”
That softens my heart…if not the rest of my body. “I never want to be rid of you, princess.”
“It still doesn’t seem real that I’m leaving. I’ve done all the paperwork and packed up everything, got my plane ticket …” She frowns. “Tell me I’m making the right decision.”
“It’s a great school. You’re going to love it there and amazing things will happen for you.” That’s what I tell myself. “You’ll learn new things, gain independence…” Meet boys. Have sex.
I try not to think about that. Sure, it would be better for her if she found some lucky guy who made her happy. But she doesn’t even know him yet, and I already want to punch him.
“That’s what Dad says.”
“What do you think?”
She sighs. “It all sounded great…before I was hours away from leaving.”
“You’re just nervous, and it’s totally understandable. Give it at least a semester. Then, if you hate it, talk to your dad. Dan will understand, and you two can
come up with a plan.”
“Can’t I call you instead? You know he’s not much for giving me advice.”
I can’t argue with her there. Dan is a great guy, just seemingly ill-equipped to handle a teenage daughter on his own.
“You can always call me,” I tell her. “But once you get there and settled, you’re not going to want to.”
“Of course I will. I’ll miss you.”
