“That, dear brother,” I said slowly, putting the pieces together. “That is King Lucian’s daughter, Princess Ilana Morningstar of Avlion.”
Caspian whistled lowly.
“Well, this is going to be a problem.”
This was going to be a big problem.
Because I knew right there that the same lightning I’d just felt had hit Caspian too. She’d caught us up like a damn spell, and with one look, I knew were were both thinking the same thing.
She was it. She was everything. There was no denying it. We’d given up on finding the one thing we were looking for, but there in that ballroom, just when we’d least expected it, she’d found us.
Something told me, King Lucian’s virgin, oldest daughter, was completely off the table when it came to being shared by the two of us.
Well, except I had no idea how wrong I was.
Taken Three Times
Taken Three Times
Three times the outlaw, three times the danger.
I’ll never forget the night they kidnapped me.
Snatched from my bed by three dangerous, demanding, gorgeous outlaws, ready to auction me off to the highest bidder.
Three dominant, possessive, tattooed men who stir something dark in me that I’ve never felt before.
Men who want to make me theirs, who want to take me in ways I’ve only imagined in fantasy - and who want to make that wicked, forbidden fantasy very real. It’s my chance to leave my innocence behind and embrace the darkest, dirtiest part of myself.
If I dare.
But time’s running out, for all of us. And pretty soon, they’re going to have to make a choice between the job they’re sworn to do, and my sweet submission.
Submit, to the three filthy, tempting, and gorgeous stone-cold killers who stole me away?
Yes please.
Taken Three Times is a dark, steamy read involving a mfmm menage romance with three utterly obsessed alpha heroes. This is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty romance with plenty of steam, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Author’s Note:
Warning: This book is dark and steamy (kinda how I like my coffee). It does involve themes such as kidnapping and restraint that may be triggering to some readers, though engine-revving for others. Like all my books though, the HEA is guaranteed, so I promise, if you stick with it, the ending is worth it!
Please know that this book is a MFMM romance, which is to say, it's all about her - no MM action.
I recommend getting a fan and a cool drink, because things are about to get very hot. Enjoy!
Copyright ? 2016 Madison Faye All rights reserved.
Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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Chapter 1
The smell of musty earth filled my nose as I slowly opened my eyes.
Darkness.
Slowly, groggily, I forced my eyes to open further, making them adjust to the low, almost nonexistent light of the stark, small room. A dusty window, caked in grime and half-covered by newspapers up high on one wall letting in thin tendrils of morning light, and a small threadbare cot I was lying on.
Then I noticed the handcuffs around my wrists connected by a chain to the wall.
Suddenly, I was awake.
Much more awake.
I sat up with a start, instantly wincing as pain knifed through my head. I gingerly brought my manacled hands up and rubbed the side of my head with a wrist as I looked around the room. My mind seemed dulled and slower, as I tried to piece together the only question looming through all of this.
Where the fuck was I?
I groaned as the pain came lancing through my head again, forcing me to lie back and curl up on the cot.
This wasn’t the island resort. This wasn’t the club with the pounding music and the dancing, grinding, sweaty people which was the last thing I remembered.
With a start, I realized one other thing that suddenly made my skin crawl.
…These weren’t even my clothes.
The thought had my heart jumping into my throat as I felt the adrenaline spike. I was wearing a shift of some kind — almost like a hospital gown. A quick, terrifying look told me I was still wearing my underwear — thank God — but it was a small comfort.
Slowly, shivering and still trying wake my brain up, I curled into a ball on the cot.
Where the hell was I and how the hell had I gotten there?
Because the last thing I remembered was the beach…
Chapter 2
“How about a little fucking gratitude, Cassandra?”
Frank, my stepfather, glared at me across the white-linen table laden with breakfast food.
I scowled right back. Honestly, nothing outside the norm for our exchanges.
“Excuse me?”
“I said how about some fucking gratitude?” He nodded his chin at the phone in my hand, his eyes darkening. “I didn’t take us all down here for a vacation like this so that you could ignore your mother in favor of Snapchat or whatever in God’s name you deem more important right now.”
It was the arrogance of the way he talked to me that always set me off. The arrogance and the way he had of twisting words and fact in his favor.
Probably how he got my mother in the first place.
Frank hadn’t brought us down here, my mother had. Well, her money had — the money my actual father left us before he’d passed years before. So for starters, it wasn’t like Frank had shelled out for an expensive island resort like this, goodness knows how much it cost.