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“Stay here.” He leans back in his chair, dabbing his full lips with a cloth napkin. A hint of a five o’clock shadow shades his hollowed cheekbones. “This house is big enough for the two of us. You stay out of my way. I’ll stay out of yours.”

This house is not big enough for the both of us. The entire borough of Manhattan isn’t big enough for the both of us.

Publishing November 9, 2015 in the POSSESS Alpha Romance Anthology!





ARROGANT BASTARD





DESCRIPTION



The last time my father beat me to a bloody pulp was the night he walked in on me banging his woman in his bed.

To be fair, she seduced me. And to be honest, I liked it. But to CPS, I was a victim.

They shipped me to Utah where my estranged mother lived with her husband and two sister-wives. And that’s when I met her. My innocent, wholesome, perfect step-sister. Well, one of many. But Waverly stood out because just like me, we’d been fighting a losing battle our entire lives.

Falling for her was a mistake, but shit, it’s not like I ever made good decisions.

Fuck being “family.” I must have Waverly Miller, and I won’t stop until she’s mine.





LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR



Dear Readers,



Although this book deals with modern polygamy (think Big Love or Sister Wives) and mentions certain polygamous subsets of the Mormon religion, it is intended to be read purely for entertainment. None of the opinions or details mentioned in this book, in regards to any mentioned religious groups, are meant to be offensive, attacking, or controversial. This is, after all, a work of fiction.



So sit back, relax, and step foot inside the modern polygamous world I’ve created. ;-)



xoxo,

Winter





TABLE OF CONTENTS





PROLOGUE - JENSEN

ONE - JENSEN

TWO - WAVERLY

THREE - JENSEN

FOUR - WAVERLY

FIVE - JENSEN

SIX - WAVERLY

SEVEN - JENSEN

EIGHT - WAVERLY

NINE - JENSEN

TEN - WAVERLY

ELEVEN - JENSEN

TWELVE - WAVERLY

THIRTEEN - JENSEN

FOURTEEN - WAVERLY

FIFTEEN - JENSEN

SIXTEEN - WAVERLY

SEVENTEEN - JENSON

EIGHTEEN - WAVERLY

NINETEEN - JENSEN

TWENTY - WAVERLY

TWENTY-ONE - JENSEN

TWENTY-TWO - WAVERLY

TWENTY-THREE - JENSEN

TWENTY-FOUR - JENSEN

TWENTY-FIVE - WAVERLY

TWENTY-SIX - JENSEN

TWENTY-SEVEN - WAVERLY

TWENTY-EIGHT - JENSEN

TWENTY-NINE - WAVERLY

THIRTY - JENSEN

THIRTY-ONE - WAVERLY

THIRTY-TWO - JENSEN

EPILOGUE - WAVERLY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

COMING SOON





PROLOGUE




JENSEN



Two days ago



“Jensen.” His voice embodied the throaty, animalistic warning of a lion about to annihilate his prey.

Juliette, my father’s woman, scrambled beneath me, pushing me off her as a look of fear in her eyes clashed with the orgasmic flush that colored her cheeks. We’d imagined this scenario a hundred times before, but talking about it was different than playing it out in real life. It was a lot funnier in our minds, probably because he was such an asshole. Maybe I deserved some of it, but she sure as fuck didn’t.

And if fucking me made her feel better about her pathetic little puppy-on-a-leash life, than who was I to judge? She was hot as sin and scarcely old enough to be my mother. I had no problem plunging myself inside her on a weekly basis.

Juliette had been moaning my name for the last thirty minutes, but now all she could scream was, “No, no, no, no!”

I didn’t realize I was within an inch of my life until my father’s fingers curled around my neck. I couldn’t breathe. He slammed my back against the wall. I was naked. I didn’t remember being pulled off the bed, but all of a sudden I was on the other side of the room, face-to-face with the man who’d brought me into this world. He was two seconds from ripping my balls off and shoving them down my throat.

How long had he been watching us?

“You arrogant little bastard!” he seethed, his nostrils flaring as venomous spit accompanied his words.

I couldn’t breathe, but damn if my lips didn’t twist into a smile. He called me “little.” I towered over that son of a bitch, and he knew it. Plus, according to Juliette, height wasn’t the only way in which I outsized my father.

He clenched his hand harder around my throat, pressing against my windpipe as I gasped for air. Within seconds the room began to darken, and Juliette’s hysterical shrieks echoed off the walls.

“Josiah, stop! You’re going to kill him!”





CHAPTER 1




JENSEN

The social worker’s state-owned Suburban pulls to a gentle stop, waking me from my Codeine-induced, six-hour nap. I wipe the drool from my mouth and glance out the window. My eyes are still black and blue and they hurt when I squint, but I’ve learned over the years to ignore the pain; eventually, it goes away.