Rating: 4 Stars
Told in the first person. Alternating persons.
#NewRelease #MilaCrawford Safe #AlphaMen #4Virgins
#FilthySweet #ReverseHarem #FairyTale
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My Thoughts:
Jonas, Marcus, and Kash are three strapping men with one
wish. Goldie Lockwood just can’t seem to
believe what’s happening. She seems so
accepting – me, I’d be freaking out. But
that’s one of the differences between fiction and real life. You can’t compare the two but you could
always put yourself in Goldie’s shoes if you want.
When you see the word “Harem” you think of women in silky clothes
with part of their face covered. You
think of a heavyset man sitting on pillows waiting to be entertained. That’s not what this is. This is a story of one woman wanting more
than one man. If you want to compare
this to something else than think of what a ménage is.
If you like a romance that’s pure fantasy than you have that
here. If you like a shifter romance than
you have that as well. It’s not hard to
see the twist on the fairy tale and how the author put her adult spin on
it. The length is short so you can get
the book finished in just a couple of hours unless you like to speed read. It’s a book that stands on its own and isn’t
tied to another book or part of a series.
The Bears
Alpha. Stubborn. Virgins.
We were three alpha bear shifting brothers living out in the wilderness, content away from civilization, happy to keep our virginities...waiting for our mates.
And we found her...in the same female.
Now that she was here we weren’t letting her go. She’d be ours no matter what.
It’s time Goldie knew what it was like having three possessive bear shifters as mates ... all of us wanting to get her knocked up first.
Warning: What’s that, you like short, safe, filthy reads, ones that have possessive bear shifters who finally found their one and only? Oh, and you like when your men are virgins? Look no further because this story has you covered!
My bear was itching to get out, to shift, to pierce her neck and show my mate that she was mine—ours. But I kept him in check, knowing that right now I needed to tend to her. But seeing her naked, her womanly curves calling out to the male part of me, her full breasts with her rosy peaked tips, her nipples hard, making my mouth water, was almost my undoing.
And then her pussy, with that trimmed thatch of golden hair covering her slit, had me growling out low.
God, my cock was hard, my dick digging into my zipper, wanting free, wanting to be buried in her lush, hot pussy.
I wanted to see her bent over, her ass spread, and herpussy on clear display. Fuck, my balls were drawn up tight, my cum built up, ready to fill her, make her pregnant. I made a low sound in the back of my throat, watching as her nipples hardened further. The scent of her desire was like a blooming flower in my nose.
I stared at her in the tub, the bubbles moving along her skin, something I wished I were doing with my hands. She closed her eyes, resting back against the porcelain, her contentment clear.
Male pride filled me that I’d brought that out in my mate. I reached out and ran my knuckles over her cheek, her skin so smooth, like silk. She let out a sigh and my cock jerked, the fucker wanting to be buried deep inside of her.
“That feels so good,” she whispered softly and I couldn’t help the rumble that came from deep within my chest.
“I want to make you feel even better,” I found myself saying. She was looking right at me, her pupils dilated, the black eating up the bright blue of her irises. I didn’t want to rush her, knew my brothers would feel the same, but the need in me was too strong.
We had found our mate and the instinct to claim her rode us hard. It was instinctual, something we couldn’t stop, something we couldn’t control. And even though she was human, she felt the connection between us as well. It was an ingrained sensation, a feeling that her body and mind recognized us as hers.
Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.
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