by Eden French
Publication Date: November 16, 2020
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Cinderella Retelling, Forbidden Love, Menage, Romance
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Former heiress Ashe Pembroke can’t believe her life has turned into a freaking cliché, a modern day Cinderella living under the thumb of her ruthless stepmother, hated by her perfect stepsister, and treated as a servant in her own home. Then on her worst day ever, she meets Sebastian Bradford, a handsome prince charming if ever she’s seen one. Their chemistry is hot and instant. But imagine her surprise when he brings along his hunky spec ops lover, Elijah, who issues panty-melting orders in a deep voice like smooth cut velvet. Suddenly her life—and she—is turned upside down in ways she never, ever dreamed of!
The sex is ridiculous. Exciting and…well, just plain mindblowing. The two men are clearly madly in love with each other, and it’s rubbing off on her in all the best ways. They treat her like royalty, and cater to her every sexual fantasy while indulging in a few of their own. As she gets to know Sebastian and Elijah, she finally understands the power of true love, and begins to fight for her freedom. She desperately wants to accept the unique life they are offering her. But is it really possible to fall in love with more than one person at the same time, and together have a happily ever after?
“Dude, look out!”
A rogue Frisbee flew toward him from the right. He’d whisked around and snatched the disc from the air with barely a movement. You’ve got to be kidding me with this.
“Fuck. Me,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Whoa, bro. You totally ninja’d that disc.”
The stoned frat boy stood under Elijah’s penetrative gaze. His board shorts hung low on his hips. Blond hair fell over his amber eyes as he stared back, challenging him. Elijah’s heart had skipped. Shit. He couldn’t be attracted to this one. This was the assignment. This frat boy was the objective.
“Sebastian Bradford?” he had said, desperate to will away the massive erection threatening to appear. Christ.
Sebastian had taken the Frisbee from him and flashed a half smile. “I’m your man.”
Yeah, you are. Thoughts of pressing down on Sebastian’s back as he took him from behind flashed in his brain. His cock twitched.
Stop it. Not now.
“And you are…?”
“Your new best friend.” Elijah responded. At least his elite training was good for something. The guy would never suspect the storm brewing in his jeans from his casual response. Jesus.
Sebastian let his head fall back. “Fuck me. You’re my father’s goon, aren’t you? I should’ve known.”
“Well, I don’t know about goon, but yes, your father did send me.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Think of me as a bodyguard.”
“I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“Your father feels otherwise.”
Sebastian ran his hand through his thick hair. Elijah’s fingers itched to do the same.
This is a job, dammit! Pull yourself together!
“I’m not getting rid of you, am I?”
Elijah shook his head.
“Well then, here’s the gist. My father’s a dick. I want to be nothing like him. And my plan is to spend as long as I can partying it up and enjoying my life before he chains me to his company. Are you willing to go along with that, uh— What’s your name?”
“Nah, man, if we’re gonna hang, it’s gonna be on a first name basis.”
How in the hell had he gotten mixed up in this shit? He was a trained assassin, not a fucking wet nurse.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate.”
“Ahh, so you do have independent thoughts. And here I just assumed you were another one of my father’s robots.”
Elijah’s jaw ticked. Fuck Bradford. Fuck Wilmington. Fuck this assignment. And god damn fuck my edging boner. He wished he was back in Ecuador. At least there, he could jack off in the jungle and no one would be the wiser.
“Elijah. My name is Elijah,” he replied tightly.
“Elijah. Nice. So, what do you think, Elijah? You ready to come along for the ride?” Sebastian punctuated the question with a wink.
The Bradford heir’s amber eyes had stolen Elijah’s breath. Oh, yeah. He was totally screwed. He had killed more people than he could count, slept in places that would give monsters nightmares, and seen more blood than anyone should in a lifetime, yet his hands began to sweat under the gaze of this frat boy.
A quick nod. “Wherever you go, I go.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
ABOUT EDEN FRENCH
Eden French is a North American author of erotic queer romance with swoon worthy heroes and happy ever afters. A hot yoga junkie, she often gets some of her best ideas while in a difficult pose. She’s a relentless daydreamer, chocoholic, and Scotch whisky aficionado who likes life a bit kinky, and spends as much time as possible playing with the sexy characters in her head.
A born and raised California girl, she graduated from San Francisco State University with an English Lit degree, and has a borderline obsession for Mexican food. Eden currently resides in the quirky Pacific Northwest with her amazing spouse and four…yes, four, fur-babies.