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434 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 10, 2023
“Fuck off, Dom,” Beau says mildly. “She’s been through a lot.”
The larger man crosses his arms. I try not to notice the way it pulls his V-neck tight over his broad chest.
“We can’t bring her back,” he says, voice tight. “She’s a deadweight.”
“Doesn’t seem like she weighs much to me. Hey, Beau, let me try!” Lucky tugs at my blouse.
“Can you hunt? Skin a deer? Can you fix the plumbing?” Dom asks. “Are you a scientist? A doctor? An engineer?”
I purse my lips. “I was a librarian. I have a masters in information science and librarianship.”
The tip of Lucky’s tongue wets his bottom lip. He bites down and lets out a pained groan.
“A librarian? You’re joking, right?” Something hotter, more intent, joins the twinkle in his eye. “That’s . . . Damn it, Dom. I want her. Gimme.”
Beau nods his agreement.
Dominic stands up slowly and walks over to me. “You have one week to get comfortable here, then we’re drawing straws to work out the roster. Two days on, one day rest, continuous—unless you and those involved agree to swap days, or take more than one per day, but you sort that out between yourselves.”
‘I know people were desperate for more information. I saw them freeze in place, waiting for it. But from the start, I “ didn’t care who started it or why they wanted to end it this way. Knowing wouldn’t change the facts.
And knowing wouldn’t keep me safe.
In the wake of all the carnage that was left, it wasn’t enemies across the sea that were the true risk. It was the people around me. As soon as I heard about the initial strikes, I got myself out of town and secluded deep in the woods. It was the only place I could think of that wouldn’t be subject to rioters, or people out of their minds from fear. The only place that might be secluded enough for me to remain undetected.
And so, by the time Day Death drew to a close, I was tucked away. I was safe as hospitals were torn apart for supplies and supermarkets were gutted. When people were attacked for the weapons they had or the food they hid.’
“Survival tip #2
Don’t wait for the next bad thing to happen.
Move on before it does.”
homegirl rlly did just that🤣🤣 saw the first sign of red flag and ran
‘How can I ever hope for more when there is such an imbalance between us? While they’re making the rules, how can I make my own? And I do want new rules, I think. To finally make some for myself.
I want to be able to speak my mind without fear of consequence.
I want to fill my days with whatever or whomever I want.
I want to be able to form real relationships. To know that if we’re together, it’s because that’s what I want, and what they want, and to know it’s based on more than convenient sex.’
i simply like this lil train of thoughts. she didnt just submit just coz theyre all dom. and she actually talked about it, before diving to smth she doesnt understand. she rlly sat down playing chess w jasper and discussed her boundaries while jasper explains his needs, which was realistic
I’m not nothing, I can help. I can contribute more than just sex,” I tell his chest. “I’m not nothing.”
like i get female leads losing their heads over orgasms and forgetting themselves or their dignity, but outside of it, when ure not fucking? its hard to believe they just accept everything ruled by the male leads.
"I don’t want to be a full-time submissive,” I say firmly. “I hate having rules about my life dictated to me. I want to be able to speak my mind without worrying about the consequences. I want authority over my time and my choices. Always.”
Dom considers me, golden eyed and dangerous. “And your body? Do you want full authority over that?”
My mouth goes dry, and it’s a struggle not to look away. “Not . . . always.”
she communicates man, with logical needs
‘Me meddling in things I shouldn’t be meddling in. Dom should be saying “I told you so” right now. The least I can do is actually listen to them, the way I should have done in the first place.
I never should have left Bristlebrook.
What’s wrong with being pampered and coddled, really? If it makes them happy, and it means I’m not doing . . . this . . . isn’t that better?
What’s the point of having choices if I just keep making the wrong ones?’
i find eden relatable, her action not that stupid. just the right amount of fierce, temper, lust, hopefulness, hopelesness. the whole gist
“It’s not feeling safe here, or with an of you, that’s the problem,” she continues, looking at each of us. “I don’t like being lied to. Or coddled. I can help. I want to help. I can’t bear to be bundled up and put on a shelf like a dress-up doll when you’re done playing with me. I think . . . I think I would rather live alone than live like that.”
all im saying is shes likable, rlly
🪖 (dom’s pov)
Eden stands up from Beau’s lap, right in front of my hand.
Would the damn woman just shake it? I don’t usually make concessions. Does she have to keep pushing her luck?
Blue-gray eyes sear me; I can see her sharp brain picking apart my words as though she’s a human caught making a deal with the faerie king, trying to spot a trick. I manage to stop myself from shifting.
Just.
“And you’ll tell me the truth? Bring me in on everything, the same as the others?”
I narrow my gaze on hers. “You’re not a soldier.”
“Technically you’re not anymore, either,” she reminds me blandly. “And neither is Jasper, and he’s still included.”
I cross my arms over my chest.
“Or maybe,” Eden continues, “it’s because I’m a woman, and you think that I—”
“For fuck’s sake,” I snap. “Fine. Fine.”
go girl
But the truth is, they terrify me.
I’m scared to death that I’m going to wake up one morning and all of that independence I’ve worked so hard for, all of that self-worth, will just vanish in a cloud of mindless orgasms. That they’ll tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll start nodding along like I always do and just find myself the pampered princess they’ve been treating me as.
I need more than that.
I don’t want to be defined by who I am to them—I did that with my husband and that was a disaster. I need to be an equal. Free. I need to be defined by who I want to be.’
EXACTLY. ok sorry if im being a tad dramatic here, its just that w/ books w bdsm and shit, i dont often find myself liking the couple’s relationship coz i just could never imagine ever wanting to submit so easily?? i mean eden did easily but then remembered herself. obv not everyones gonna think that way, and wtv, this is my thoughts
sums up her relationship w jaykob :
‘Swallowing hard, I lift my hand to his chest—not to push him away, but just letting myself, and him, get used to my touch. I went horse riding once and they told me to keep my hand on the horse as I moved around it, so it wouldn’t startle. Maybe that will work here too.’
def my fav, tied w dom
Get down,” he says, and his gravelly voice grazes over me deliciously.
Down?
At my confusion, Jaykob snorts, grabs a pillow off the bed and drops it to the floor in front of him, tugging me down.
Oh.
The thick, bold length of him is thrust in front of me. A wet drop glistens from the tip, and I can’t look away, unwillingly fascinated. My breasts feel trapped and sensitive, and my body still aches, shivering with need. But trepidation trips over me. The one time I tried this, I nearly lost my lunch.
“My way,” he reminds me, his voice barely more than a growl. I look up and he’s watching me with that mean, knowing smirk again. “The others might be sucked into the big save-me eyes, ladies-first bullshit. But I’m the real feminist, princess. Equal opportunities.”
he propped her on a pillow before fucking her mouth. idk bout u but i personally havent seen any of other ML doing that. what a gentleman
Now that ain’t very nice, Miss Manners. Put those away.”
I make a helpless sound against him, and he groans.
“Move your tongue, princess. Lick me. Neat and tidy ain’t gonna work; get it nice and wet.” Very small rocking motions accompany his growled instructions, and I find myself obeying.
ok our heroine this time was actually not a nasty experienced girlie like the other FL in rh ive read, shes a nice and proper librarian with glasses so i just loved how her official ‘first time’ was jaykob coz its clear out of all of them she could be her worst self in front of him without having to get embarassed (which means i dont hv to be embarassed for her as well). and the man was actually a gentleman for all his big talk, i loved how he led her through everything. i would be most open w him honestly outta all of em (even more than lucky, coz its clear his loyalty lies in jasper most, and i cannot trust that yet)
Spit on your hand.”
He pulls out abruptly, leaving a trail of my saliva along his cock. A part of me wants to get a washcloth. A bigger part wants to rub myself against him and beg him to fill me with that hard, glossy length until I forget how to talk. He grabs my arm and brings my hand to my face.
“Spit.”
Scowling at him, I spit a small drop into my palm and cringe. Rolling his eyes, he spits over the top of my droplet, coating my palm. I squeak in horror, but he pulls my hand to his cock, wrapping it around the base. Placing his hand over mine as he leans back to watch me, he tightens my grip and pumps. The muscles on his chest ripple, making his tattoos come alive.
I stare at him, dazed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so erotic. My slickness drips down my thighs.
“Move your hand while you suck me,” he orders.”
it just felt a lil more realistic that he needed to instruct her on what to do, seeing as eden had only slept w one man (her husband) all her life and the sex was horrible (there were freaking URINE ODOR when she tried to perform a blowjob on him🤣🤣), and now shes thrust into a world of 5 men demanding sex everyday.
“Asshole!” I swear at him, and I don’t even flinch at the curse word. I’m too hot and damp and hungry and so, so close. My hips shift restlessly, but there’s nowhere for me to go.
A hand comes down hard on my right ass cheek. “Shut it, sugar.”
The bright sting of pain is almost enough to send me over the edge.
Before I can squirm into a more accessible position, he grasps my panties and rips them through on one side. They flutter to the floor. His hands part my legs further and then his mouth is on me.
*****
“Asshole, was it? Your wish, sugar.”
His wet fingers move from my pussy to tease my tight rosebud, right as he angles his head, draws my clit into his mouth, and sucks.
THEYRE SO CUTE STAWP that one scene of their encounter in jayk’s barn was my fav outta the whole book (followed closely by dom-beau😏)
"Eden,” Jasper says carefully after a tense moment, a gentle crease between his brows, “an explanation might help . . . ease tempers.”
I cross my arms, eyes narrowing. Lucky shoots me a sympathetic half-smile and shrugs, and Beau looks conflicted, watching me worriedly.
Dom straightens and rubs a hand over his jaw, staring at Jayk from under his brows like he’s lost for words. I can’t tell if he wants to return the punch, or if that’s Dom’s way of looking horrified.
At least he’s put his knife away.
I splutter. “Explain what? He drew the card for the first night. We did . . . stuff. The stuff I’m here for. Consensual stuff. All very consensual. All types of consensual.” Then I add in a mutter, “And nobody else’s business, thank you.”
Why is it so hard to sound prim and proper when talking about . . . stuff?
Dom’s eyes press closed at my words, his jaw clenching. He shakes his head just once. At himself?
“Then why in holy flaming hell, darlin’,” Beau grinds out, looking between me and Jayk, “does it look like he’s come off a war zone?”
As I glance at Jaykob’s chest, the heat in my cheeks deepens, then spreads to my ears, then my chest. Despite the bitter resentment behind his eyes, a self-satisfied smirk starts working its way across his face. He raises his eyebrows at me, as if to say, “Go ahead.”
Asshole.
“Well, I—um—may have gotten . . . I might have . . . gottenalittlecarriedaway.” The words leave me in a rush of squirming embarrassment. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “I should maybe cut my nails, and—um—you’ve had your tetanus shot, right?”
Jaykob glances down at his chest. “Might need to get you a muzzle too.”
My sympathy eases back, and I scowl. “I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been so mad that you—”
My teeth clamp down on my tongue, cutting myself off before I blurt to everyone exactly what he did to set me off. Despite my indignance, my butt clenches, and I vividly recall the shocked, naughty feeling of over-fullness.
He strolls around Dom and into my personal space.
“Mad, huh?” His lips curve mockingly. “That why you came so hard you ruined my sheets?”
“Y-you—” I spit, unable to get the words out around my anger.
And I just defended him!
He leans in close to me, until I can see the ring of midnight around his mocking blue eyes. “But sure, if you wanna test it, I’ll go again. Only next time, I ain’t going easy on you.”
My eyes widen. “Easy?” Every inch of me aches, and he’s shocked me more in the last twelve hours than I was shocked in the entirety of my marriage. Of my life. My voice lifts into a strident screech. “That was easy?”
Jaykob’s lips curl, inches from mine. True amusement sparks in his eyes. “Yeah, sugar, easy. Next time you’ll be takin’ a whole lot more than my fingers up your—”
My hands fly up and clamp over his mouth in pure panic, stopping him from finishing that awful sentence in front of everyone. Lucky starts howling with laughter anyway, and Beau mutters, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
awww the other accusing jayk was so sad, the fact that he even expected it was even sadder
🪇 intermission
I actually wrote a long ass review (mostly quoting fav scenes hehe), but apparently too long is a thing. I had a section for each of the guys discussing how I feel bout em but GR is not letting me post more than this. so rlly had to prioritize and I choose Jaykob <3
eden-lucky, they just hang, have vanilla sex and discusses ass plugs. then theres that situation between the three of them, eden-lucky-jasper. beau real sweet, Dom so hot it hurts. overall so so addictive. I have a vivid image on how beau and Dom look like, but jj-rafe from obx works too