Cupid Strikes… 3 Times: A Valentine’s Day Reverse Harem Romance

CUPID STRIKES… 3 TIMES A VALENTINE’S DAY REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE AJME WILLIAMS CONTENTS Also by Ajme Williams Description Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Epilogue Unwrapping Their Christmas Present (Preview) Ready to Read ALL books in The Why Choose Haremland Series? About the Author Want more Ajme Williams? Copyright © 2023 by Ajme Williams All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only. All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual. ALSO BY AJME WILLIAMS Ajme Williams writes emotional, angsty contemporary romance. All her books can be enjoyed as full length, standalone romances and are FREE to read in Kindle Unlimited . Books do not have to be read in order. 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Join her VIP NL here. DESCRIPTION Being my best friend’s maid of honor meant that I had to promise myself I would stay away from her hot older brother. Let’s just say that I’m exceptionally good at breaking promises... not once, but thrice. Wynn Beauchamp twirled me in his arms, and I saw stars He had been the subject of all my teenage fantasies. And it wasn’t just because he was a rockstar. Wynn had a way of making me feel like I belonged to him. But he wasn’t the only one... His irresistible bandmates had me falling for them just as hard. Nico... His serious demeanor only added to his mystery. He gave me sleepless nights with just one look. And don’t get me started on Gabe. I wanted him to feel as adored as he made me feel. I shouldn’t have fallen into their bed. Reminding myself of all the rules I grew up with meant heartbreak. On top of that, Wynn had his image to clean up and this would only get him more in trouble. But perhaps, trouble was worth it... just that one time. Was that another promise I was about to break? CHAPTER ONE MYA There was something about February in Lockwood. A quaint little Louisiana village on the outskirts of New Orleans, people hardly ever expected anything exciting to happen here. We went along with the slow summers casting a golden haze over lush orange orchards and feasting on seafood as if our lives depended on it. Every occasion, big or small, was an excuse for clams cooked in wine and oysters baked into crumbly patties seasoned with a healthy dab of Creole magic. My Madre was an austere lady, God-fearing and driven to church even on non-Church days. My father, bless his heart, was no better. I was supposed to consider myself lucky. They were revered in this town. Everyone loved the Hilts and their charitable deeds. They couldn’t get enough of my parents, and my mom’s cooking was literally the highlight of the community picnics that somehow happened every weekend. Well, I hated all of it. The first time I discovered I was different rolled back to when I was a mere thirteen years old, and Sallie, my friend from school, handed me a worn-down copy of her beloved Mills and Boon. “Don’t read it until you’re alone in your room,” she’d whispered conspiratorially. I’d rolled my eyes at her, certain that nothing revelational would ever come from within the pages of that little measly-looking copy with a buxom woman on the cover, an apron barely concealing her come-on-me-tits as she kneeled over what looked like a baker. That night, with the pages of my first-ever adult book open to what felt like a new world, I made love to myself. It was . . . transcendental. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My body told me what to do. She guided my long fingers, taught me the strokes, teased and played and tugged until my breathing was heavy and I was on the brink of a rush of waves at high tide. Oh, I dated when I left my tiny village to finish my master's. Don’t get me wrong. I was always the old-school kind, conventionally prone to cry and moon over classics. I sought a modern-day rendition of Mr. Rochester pining over a perennially far-off Jane Eyre. I