I'm so excited!
A BABY FOR THE LUMBERJACKS comes out 3rd November!
That's in just about 19 days!
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SOLD TO THE LUMBERJACKS…When her father makes one bad deal to get out of another, the end result is selling his daughter to a lumberjack to have his baby. But twenty-one-year old Saffron Sinclair feels she has no choice but to take the place of her beautiful and timid sister and present herself to the lumberjack instead. Her hope is that he’ll find her undesirable on sight with her tattoos and red streaks in her black hair and send her back home. She’d cite the no refund clause and everything would be fine.
But, when Saffron arrives at the mansion in the forest, she discovers there’s not only one but three dangerously gorgeous lumberjacks and they’ll all be sharing her. Worse, they have no plans to return her and walking away means giving them their money back.
Prepared to see this through for the sake of her family, Saffron stays and is determined to remain unscathed. Except their shameless medical examinations, and their bold and intimate spankings shatter her boundaries leaving her curiously aroused and desperately craving more.
She soon loses her heart to each of them, but when she is kidnapped, will the lumberjacks be saving her or the baby they paid her to have?
Publishers note: This unconventional love story depicts consensual, erotic scenes of a polyamorous relationship.
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SNIPPET
Three thick bulges faced her. She swallowed and whipped her gaze back up to encompass three sets of eyes, looking down at her. The air became too hot and scorched her body. She was going to hyperventilate. She squeaked. She sat up straighter, clutching the edge of either side of the chair until her knuckles turned white.
She knew what was coming. She knew what they were going to say. She wasn't equipped for this. She was going to die from sensory overload.
Oh, Dad, do you know what you really got your daughter into?
But she told herself to calm down. Maybe she still had it wrong. Surely. They couldn't be serious. They were messing with her because of her bratty mouth and attitude and now they were having one on her. They were going to say kidding any minute now. But how could her panties be getting wetter by this utterly crazy assumption. Was there something in the air messing with her mind—and her body?
And what was wrong with her if she passed all semblance of logic and went straight to the most bizarre, the most mind-stopping, the most amazing and the scariest. Surely their words didn't mean that.
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