Black Resorts

Where do I begin? Oh. Yeah. Once upon a time. Isn't that how all good fairy tales start? And Maximo and I, we were definitely a fairy tale. Not the cleaned-up, sanitized ones where life's problems are solved with a smile and a song. We were the old-school kind. A twisted tale packed with murder, violence, and a tragic beginning. Okay, so maybe we weren't a traditional fairy tale. After all, Maximo was more villain than prince. He was scarily sexy. Devilishly charming. Controlling, possessive, and dangerous. Especially when it came to me. His little dove. And heaven help anyone who tried to free me from my gilded cage. This slow burn romance features graphic language, sex, violence, and a daddy obsessed with his little dove. If this doesn't sound like your kind of fairy tale, this may not be the book for you.

I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Mine was gold, diamond-encrusted, and held in place by household staff. With a trust fund I'd never be able to blow through, I didn't need to work a day in my life. I sure as hell didn't need the kind of job I had. But I wasn't in it for the money. It was for personal satisfaction. A love of a job well done. What's that saying about never working a day in your life if you love breaking fingers and burying bodies where they'll never be found? I might be paraphrasing, but it was still the truth. My boss' wife called me a goon-and she wasn't wrong. As second-in-command, I did whatever was needed to keep Black Resorts running smoothly. That often included the aforementioned violence since Vegas wasn't short on people who deserved it. The rarity was those who deserved protection. Like Mila. Liar. Thief. And my little ray of pessimistic sunshine. Her spoon wasn't silver. Hell, it wasn't even a spoon. It was a plastic spork that she hustled and fought for, and she'd always done it alone. But that changed the second she nearly passed out in my arms. She called me a behemoth. I wanted her to call me Daddy. From USA Today bestselling author Layla Frost comes a steamy age-gap romance about finding acceptance, mutual obsession, and a behemoth with a giant… heart. This story features a heroine in need of some TLC and a gooey cinna-Dom-roll Daddy who is up for the challenge. It can be enjoyed as a standalone.

If three's a crowd, then what's four? A happily ever after. All my life, my parents bounced around hippie communes, dragging me along for the shroom-fueled ride. When they announced we were moving again, I expected more of the same-group cabins, rundown shacks, or flimsy yurts. But Eternal Sun was nothing like the other places. It was a dream come true. Until that dream plummeted into a nightmare. When the leader of the luxurious wellness center shared where I fit into his prophecy, I was forced to run away from everything I knew and loved-including my parents. I landed a coveted job at Black Resorts and got my first taste of a normal life. It was also where I met Cole, Marco, and Freddy. A hot tech nerd, a mountain of a bodyguard, and a cocky chef who was also my boss. Three very different men who made me feel an intense attraction I'd never experienced before. But then Eternal Sun stole them from me, too. Or so I thought. Because when things went from bad to worse, they were back. Taking care of me. Hovering over me. Annoying the hell out of me. I tried to keep my distance. When that didn't work, I ignored them. They didn't let that happen, either. The longer I spent with the three possessive men, the harder it was to choose. But I had to…. Right? Little Goddess is a why-choose, age-gap romance from USA Today bestselling author Layla Frost. This MMFM Daddy kink romance is the final book in the Black Resorts series, but it can be enjoyed as a standalone. The men might be willing to share with each other, but we all know what happens when someone else touches what's theirs… Three hot and possessive men equals one big happily ever after. This book features adult language, situations, and violence. Check the author's site for a full list of tropes and content warnings.