Lene Norway

Chloe has always wanted to be a model. It’s been a dream of hers since she was a little girl, and at 26, she’s starting to think it’s never going to happen. She’s getting too old for that kind of work, and now, she’s feeling she has to make it big soon or pack it in for good. Giving up on her dreams isn’t something she wants to do, but unless something dramatic happens, she knows she’ll have to. Everything changes when she gets the offer of a lifetime.

Jesse Olson has a full plate. When her father dies suddenly of an aneurysm, her whole world seems to come to a stop. But with a bistro to run by herself and one of her special coffee blends getting a lot of attention in the city, Jesse is busier than ever. She doesn’t have time to do much of anything except work and sleep, and she isn’t thinking about anything else, until she meets a rude businessman with flashing dark eyes and a wicked tongue.

Derrick wants her and he isn't going to rest until he has her in his arms...Everything is going perfectly with the new charity project that Derrick is working on. He hadn’t gotten into the holiday spirit since both of his parents died days after his graduation, but with Casey it’s easier for him to see what joy can be found in helping others, and he’s happy to get his company involved. While Derrick would like to think that he’s just turning over a new leaf, he knows there’s another reason for his newfound need to help. It’s all because of Casey.

It was just a typical Monday. Until the big boss asked me to make the pitch for a prospective new client. After two years on shaky ground at work because of my screw up, an opportunity to impress the senior partners was just what I needed. Or so I thought, until I walked into the conference room and collided with the man I was supposed to pitch to. My coffee spilled, my files tumbled to the ground, and I almost lost my balance. And that was the good part of my day. Because the gorgeous man who crouched down and looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive was none other than my ex.

It started out like any other morning on the train - until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was...God? Actually, he looked like a god. That was about it.

I was born into British aristocracy, but I've made my fortune in Manhattan. New York is now my kingdom. Back in Britain, my family is fighting over who's the next Duke of Fairfax. The rules say it's me - if I'm married. It's not a trade-off worth making. I could never limit myself to just one woman. Or so I thought until my world is turned upside down. Now, the only way I can save the empire I built is to inherit the title I've never wanted - so I need a wife. To take my mind off business I need a night that's all pleasure.

Sweet, nerdy, lovable Keaton. She's my best friend and has been for years. Sure she likes numbers and math, and thinks doing other people's taxes is fun. And I like...none of that stuff. She reads novels I'll never understand, and yet we just click. There's no one I'd rather share breakfast burritos with or binge watch hours of Netflix with. She's my person. And so when she takes off her glasses and asks me to help her improve her skills in the bedroom, I barely have to think about it. Of course I'll help her. There's no one better for the job. But what happens when she's ready to take her new-found confidence and move on?

Four rules: No names. No pictures. No hesitations. Must be willing to be shared. Welcome to the Triple Crown Club - the filthy, dark, secret playground of the royal elite. The Triple Crown Club contains Royally Shared (book one), Royally Claimed (book two), and Royally Tempted (book three) of the Triple Crown Club series. This MFMM romance is all about her - no M/M.

Last night was the most embarrassing night of my life. I was that girl. You know, the highly intoxicated chick celebrating her 30th with her two best friends - the ones who are happily married. And the more I drank, the more I wanted to do something reckless to celebrate. By reckless, I meant the sexy and alluring man dressed in a business suit standing near the bar.

For one fantastic evening, at a masquerade party in the heart of Manhattan, I’m not the millionaire everyone wants a piece of. Fine—multimillionaire. But who’s counting all those commas? Not me, and not the most intriguing woman I've ever met, who happens to like dancing, witty banter, and hot, passionate up-against-the-wall sex as much as I do.