“I know you did. I saw you getting teary eyed toward the end.”

“I’ve waited a long time for this. I mean, I never thought you and Austin would ever talk again.”

“He’s my brother, Half-Pint. I loved him even when I hated him.”

“I know. I’m just happy that everyone is back. Now they can all get married so our kids can all grow up together.”

He chuckled. “I love you.” His hand moved beneath my panties.

“Are you trying to get laid right now?”

“What gave that away?” he teased, caressing me.

“Lucas, your sister is here. She’s in the guest bedroom.”

“So then you’ll have to be quiet. Plus if Baby Bo wakes up she’ll take care of him. Now let me in.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know I’m awesome.” And he was, I came all over his hand a few minutes later, which led to us making love all night.

***

“Mmm,” I groaned, nesting closer to his embrace the next morning. “What time is it?”

“Early. The sun’s barely up, Baby Bo will be hungry soon.”

“I should go get him.”

“It’s okay I’ll bring him. I know how you love laying him in between us in the morning.”

I smiled.

“I got to go wake my baby sister up. She said she needed to be somewhere early.”

I yawned. “Mmm kay…”

He kissed my forehead and I watched him leave, thinking how lucky I am to finally have everything I ever wanted. I looked up at the ceiling seeing bunnies everywhere, waiting for Lucas to come back in so we could play our childhood game that we still played every so often.

He took longer than usual and I was about to go after him when I heard him yell, “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

I sat straight up with wide eyes.

Jacob.

For Lucas and Alex.

It’s only the beginning for Jacob and Lily.

(Next in The Good Ol’Boys Series)

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VIP (Book I)

The beginning: A point in time or space where something starts.

32-year-old Sebastian Vanwell, a very successful yacht broker, always loved the design and architecture of a luxurious yacht. His only addiction was being on the water. He loved it, he thrived on it, and he needed it in his life. After a very stable, loving childhood with a few bumps, Sebastian married the love of his life: the one person who he knew would always be there. Julia was his rock, and he loved her more than life itself. Sebastian kept his addiction to the water under control, wanting to keep his time with his wife and son his number one obsession. That was, until he saw her.

Ysabelle Telle hit him hard, knocking the wind from his lungs. This new addiction haunted him, the one compulsion that he couldn't control no matter how hard he tried. Coming from world’s apart, beautiful, dark, complicated Ysabelle didn't have the rich, protected background that Sebastian had. She had lived a life of hell, growing up in poverty and horrific living conditions with a drug-addict mother who never cared. Ysabelle now lived for one person, and one person only: herself. She was pure perfection. Her beauty, along with a flawless body, had men lined up and driveling over her- ensuring her success as a VIP.

There are too many words that describe the effects when two diverse worlds like theirs collide. They both have too much to lose to get caught in the forceful pull, which could destroy them both.

Warning: Book contains adult situations.

Erotica: Content/Sex/Drugs/Language.

Mature readers only.

The Madam (VIP II)

Some people need love…

I need sex, money, control, and power.

Anyone could have those four things, but only one could have VIP. Becoming Madam was never a choice for me, it was a mandated order from the most powerful woman I knew- my mother. I was born to fill her shoes, never to make mistakes, or to show weakness.

You are the product of your environment. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, you learn from what you see, not from what you're told. Nature vs. Nurture. I learned from it all, what I saw, what I didn't see, what I was told, and from reading between the lines.

I was raised with the belief that the world spun ONLY because of me. I held power as far back as I can remember, saw things no one ever talks about, and witnessed illegal acts of sex, drugs, and money by the time I was eighteen.

You saw a glimpse of me in VIP, now see it from the beginning. Enter my world where anything goes, no judgments, no remorse, no guilt. You play by my rules, or you don’t play at all. There are no limits to what I can do, or to what I can show you…I will ensure my legacy by any means necessary.

My name is Lilith Veronica Stone, and I am The Madam.

Warning: Book contains adult situations.

Erotica: Content/Sex/Drugs/Language.

Mature readers only.

MVP (VIP III)

Ysabelle

I love you.

Three words that can make or break you.

I thought I needed to find myself. I thought I wasn’t happy. I thought I needed more out of life.

I didn’t.

I’m more lost now than I was when I left. I have no answers, just endless amounts of questions. It was only a matter of time until the truth came to light. I never imagined it would change my entire life and everything I thought to be true.

It was all a game.

Except I wasn’t a player.

I was a pawn.

Sebastian

The end.

Two words that have several meanings. I never thought I’d lose her. But did I ever really have her…

Or did VIP?

Can love conquer all?

Warning: Book contains adult situations.

Erotica: Content/Sex/Language.

Mature readers only.

Tempting BAD

(VIP Spinoff, Standalone)

Brooke

I’ve come from a privileged life and an even more privileged upbringing. My parents taught me right from wrong and everything in between… except I wanted the gray area. I wanted to live life on the edge with the possibility of falling over. I didn’t care about the consequences because I had no heart…

I left that on the floor of my parents’ bedroom door, shattered.

And never went back to pick up the pieces.

Devon

Family first.

I learned the meaning of the word hate.

I learned that life is a battlefield and I stood frontline.

I learned that praying doesn’t work and God doesn’t listen.

And I learned how to be a man…

All at the receiving end of my father’s fists, my mother’s tears, and my sisters screams.

You can’t run away from your past…

It will always find you, especially when you’re asleep.