p a r a n o r m a l & s c i - f i r o m a n c e
c o n t e m p o r a r y r e v e r s e h a r e m & n e w a d u l t r o m a n c e
Iris Boys Series
Normal is relative, not universal. But in one single night, my entire philosophy on "normal" was changed forever.
One near death experience and one suicidal cat later...
Four mysterious men show up on my doorstep. The leader. The suit. The tech guru. The quiet enigma. They're not with the police. They're not even much older than I am. So who the hell are they? Who do they work for and why do they need my help to track down a dangerous thief?
My entire life thus far has been based on survival. If they're willing to lift me out of the gutter, then I guess I've not no choice but to play the part.
They can keep their secrets ... for now.
***This is a reverse harem title***
ADDITIONAL BOOKS IN THE SERIES
My name is Jamie Houston and if there’s one thing I can’t catch, it’s a fucking break.
Of all the people in the world to get snowed in at the library the night before a big exam, it had to be me. I must have pissed off karma or something because there is no way being trapped. Alone. In the Dark. With not one, not two, but FOUR sexy athletes can be a good thing. Especially not when they make the most outrageous bet. Who can please me the best? Puh-leaze.
I’m not an easy girl. I’ve got plans for myself. Graduate and become the best journalist I can be. I don’t have time for one boyfriend, much less a whole harem of them. No, thank you. But one night? I can probably swing that. So long as no one gets attached.
I’ve got 99 problems, but heart break isn’t going to be one … or is it?
*** Reverse Harem Romance / Adult Themes***
BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Love. It’s a name given to people that you care about. And it was a name given to a little girl that no one cared about. The irony is not lost on me. I’ve always been a bit separate. First in my family and then in my relationships. Maybe you have to understand the emotion to feel it.
I’ve never understood how people will lie, cheat, steal, and murder for it. Why some people hand it over like pennies in their pockets. Or others hoard it like it’s their only valuable possession. I don’t do either. I’m convinced I don’t have any love to give. Someone is going to have to breathe life into my damaged soul before I can ever even consider loving them.
I’m a shit storm waiting to happen. Actually, scratch that, I usually don’t wait for anything or anybody. The only things I give a fuck about are my band and my little sister, Ally.
I’ve gone from the underground kid fighter I was to whatever the hell I am now – guardian, bandmate, neighbor to a fucking woman that messes with my head. I want to know her secrets, her pains, and everything dark inside of her and whether or not her darkness matches my own.
In my Wildest Dreams, I never imagined I’d see him again.
The night I gave my virginity to Preston McConnell was the last night I ever saw him. Six years later and broke off my ass, I take a job at the best special feature magazine in the southern United States. It’s my dream job, and I’m more than happy to take on my first assignment that includes a one-way ticket to South Africa, where I’m supposed to follow a veterinarian who has made a name for himself as the lion whisperer.
I haven’t dated anyone since Preston, and the bitter, broken-hearted girl I used to be is ready to pack up and quit the very second I see him again. It’s only the soft words from Preston’s best friends, Jay and Wren, that stop me in my tracks. Encouragement and a way out presents itself in the form of the two hot as sin safari guides. I can’t let Preston get to me like he used to. I’m here to do a job and nothing more. If he wants to rekindle anything, he’ll have to get used to competition because, in my dreams, I’m no longer flying solo.
No. I don’t want one man. I want three.