A.M. McCoy

Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about— tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever wrote about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. When he invites his childhood best friends, Trey, and Parker, to stay with us, I realize right away there is more than meets the eye to their lifelong relationship. Dallin wants to share me. Amongst all three of them. But there’s more than that, because it turns out they like to share each other too.

They call me Emo Barbie. And they’re not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick. I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I’ve never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that’s exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I’d ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she’s linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple. Brody and Knox are the epitome of dark, brooding, alphaholes that ooze testosterone and scream bad boy in charge. They’re everything I’ve always competed with as a dominant lesbian. Yet when I see them with her, I’m fascinated. Drawn in and unable to walk away. So tell me why I was a no-strings-attached kind of girl when I met Hannah, determined to use her newly discovered bisexuality to steal her from her men for some fun, yet now I’m aching to fall to my knees and suddenly be a good girl for Brody and Knox with Hannah at my side?

Deck the halls with balls of Camden Twins… Oops, I mean boughs of holly. Fa-la-la-la- but also the twins. Three years have passed since we left Bailey, Finn, and Walker Camden in Mayfield Montana with their three-year-old daughter Eloise Jade. Now, the trio have been married for six years, and have two more kids running around causing trouble, twin boys Parker and Paxton. And life couldn’t be better, right…? Well… maybe not. The honeymoon phase is over, Bailey and her men are getting older, and life has somehow made them lose track of time between work and the kid's schedules until they wake up one day and can’t remember the last time they felt that raw passion burn brightly between them all. Insert a morally delinquent home-wrecker who makes the “mistake” of openly admitting to Bailey that Finn’s wedding ring won’t stop her from pursuing the charismatic cop after a traffic stop, and jealousy leaves them unable to ignore the signs of burnout any longer. They know they need to prioritize their marriage, or it’s going to fail. Not even a special Christmas wish can save it if they don’t try. So sprinkle in a little holiday cheer, a dash of backyard brawling followed by some jail time, a heavy pour of pushups for the curse jar (we see you, Walker) and a whole cup full of throuple smut and you have yourself a fun little mix of everything naughty and nice that’s sure to get even the big guy’s attention. Santa, not God, what kind of stuff are you into? (And where can I buy it?)

Small town Mayfield in Montana has been abuzz with excitement and chatter since blond bombshell Bailey Dunn moved to town and opened a modern-day barber shop in the town center. Men of every shape and size have suddenly started to care about their appearance and line the street to see the beauty and have her transform them from beasts to gentlemen. The only problem is, she can’t seem to take her eyes off of just one man out of the masses. Finn Camden. Or was it Walker Camden? The giant tattooed identical twin brothers usually spend their days policing the county and their nights coaching high school football, but as of late, they spend every other spare minute lusting after the enchanting new girl. They couldn’t be more different in personality, but they have one thing in common for sure; the animalistic need to possess Bailey Dunn as theirs together. They protect her from jealous locals that won’t accept her rejection and tempt her inner submissive good girl in the process. They know what they want, and they want her. They’re ready to take Bailey as theirs, marking her as property of the Camden brothers, but is she prepared to be claimed by both of them?

I was sold to the Don of the Italian mafia when I was twelve years old. Now, at twenty, I’ve been summoned to Nicolas Capasso’s home, a man I’ve never even met, for my wedding day. No wiser of what it means to be a wife to a man like him. Let alone what goes on between a husband and wife in the dark. Nonetheless, I was assured it was all part of the plan . Step one, marry the Don. Got it. Step two, provide him with as many children as he requires. Gross. Step three, live silently and dutifully as the wife to the most powerful man in history. Oh, come on. The only thing standing in the way of completing such a simple plan, you ask. The blessing ceremony on the eve of my wedding. The most outdated form of torture imaginable on a pure bride like me, and something my family had been doing for centuries. Yet, when I found myself dressed in white, laid atop a ceremonial bedspread, and offered up to the deviant priest as a sacrifice, the man that walked into the room wasn’t at all what I expected. Don’t even get me started on what he did to my body during the ceremony, or what carnal things he made me feel while he did it. My future marriage was supposed to be blessed by the ceremony, paving the way to a peaceful union between our families. But if that was the case, why was it the man from the night before that consumed my every thought as I walked down the aisle the next day?

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone. I brought her monster to life and got her hooked on my special type of high. I showed her both sides of myself, as Lincoln Bryce, the recluse businessman, and as Dane, the dark and depraved monster she ran from in the dark and gave her body to in defeat. She just didn’t know we were the same person. Would she ever be okay with both sides of me if she learned the truth? And would I let her go if she wasn’t?

Ten years ago, I was eighteen and cut off by my family for breaking up with a boy that broke my heart. A boy that I’d been dating for ten years, who just happened to be from one of the most prestigious families in all of New York. My parents tried to blackmail me into begging him to take me back, but I’d refused, so they chose power and their snobby social circle over me. And I’d been on my own, barely able to survive for the last decade as a result. But that was all going to change, because I landed the job of a lifetime, and I was finally going to claw my way out of the sewers of New York City and make something of myself. At least, that had been my grand plan until I walked into my new boss’s office and found out that the alpha billionaire that ran the incredible empire, I’d been so eager to join, was no other than the boy that I never got over. And not only did the electricity still burn blindingly bright between us, but it turned out I was still incapable of turning him down when he said things like, You’re Mine.