In a post-apocalyptic world is a city inhabited by women only. Outside its walls are villages with warriors, women and children. Once a cycle, a woman leaves the city to become a new member of a village. It’s an honor to be chosen.

Attie is chosen but not by chance. She has a plan to escape the protective life of the city to search for her lost friend Naysa. But she soon finds herself married to three handsome but forceful men and taken to their village – which was not part of her plan. Luckily, Naysa is there, too, now heavy with child. Will they chance running back to the city of women, or forge a new path within the hostile settlement of men?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy post-apocalyptic, reverse harem romance contains elements of power exchange, mystery, suspense, and ménage elements. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


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Wolf released the fastening holding his loin cloth in place. His erection startled her, but he started kissing her lips, distracting her focus. The more relaxed she became, the more intimate their exploring became. Was it Ryder lifting the hem of her dress? Whose hand was moving across her stomach? Her knees were lifted, her center stretched wide.

“Wolf, come and see what we earned the honor to claim.” It was Ryder’s voice which had her realizing how vulnerable she was.

Attie reached her hands down to shield herself from view. Ryder was making demands again, this time of her. “Put your hands at your sides, bride. Allow us to see your gifts.” When unable to obey, he moved to place them out of the way. “They stay here until I give you permission to use them.”

She started to protest, and the palm of his hand connected hard against her outer thigh. “Be still. Wolf, part her lips and tell us what you see.”

Large fingers moved gently to pull her open. Wolf’s words washed over her, making her go damp. “Her nub is plump, friends, aching for attention. Oh, her cunny is small, but I see liquid heat seeping at the opening. I bet it’s tight. What will it taste like? Which of us will have the honor of teaching her such pleasure?”