Love By Numbers 2

What the hell was I thinking agreeing to a relationship with two bisexual sugar daddies? All I wanted was a shot at Yale-and the tuition money to make it happen. Joining a sugar daddy site felt like a necessary evil. I braced myself for a sleazy older creep. Instead, I got Matt-gorgeous, charming, and exactly the kind of man I never thought I'd find on a site like that. But then came the twist: Matt isn't doing this alone. He's in a loving relationship… with Leandro. Older. Italian. Billionaire. And way too intense for his own good. This arrangement? His idea. And now he wants in. One night turns into something I can't stop craving. They're opposites-sweet temptation and ruthless dominance-and they both want me. No strings. No promises. Just one unforgettable summer. But I never expected to fall for both of them. And when the heat starts turning into something real... what happens when the deal ends?

One reckless night. One baby on the way. Eight outlaw bikers who want to claim it all- including me. I didn't plan to sleep with the president of the Iron Serpents MC. It was supposed to be a distraction. A mistake I'd never repeat. Until two pink lines flipped my entire world upside down. I thought I'd raise the baby alone… Until they made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Move into the clubhouse. Let them protect me. In exchange, I'd give them something they all want-a legacy. An heir. But it's not just the baby they're after. It's my body. My heart. My submission. They're rough, inked, and criminal as hell- and they feed me, spoil me, worship the bump like it's their crown. In their arms, I feel safe for the first time in my life. But danger is closing in. A rival MC has found out about the baby. About me. And these men? They'll protect what's theirs. Even if it means painting the streets red.

My three cocky stepbrothers love playing games…and I'm their new target. Parvati My mom's remarrying a billionaire. Which means I'm getting three arrogant, spoiled stepbrothers. Desperate to distract myself from the wedding, I cut loose the night before. And who better to do it with than Damien? A smooth-talking charmer with irresistible dimples and blue eyes. Too bad that Damien isn't just anyone, but one of my new stepbrothers! Worse, I've just spilled my guts to his identical twin, Dax. I should've noticed that despite his looks, Dax is nothing like his player twin Damien. Dax is the guy next door who knows how to do yard work and isn't a spoiled jerk. As if my humiliation wasn't bad enough their brother Daniel hears about my indiscretion. Who, by the way, is just as handsome as the other two. Quiet and brooding, Daniel's a leader. A man who takes charge. Why did I have to end up with three hot-as-sin stepbrothers? And why can't I control my inappropriate thoughts? I wish I could get out of the family's Hawaiian honeymoon. But there's no chance unless I tell my mom what I did - Which I would never. I vow to stay away from the brothers. But their shameless flirting makes it impossible. And my body is desperate for their touch. I know I shouldn't cross the line with them but my desires override logic. Soon, I discover that my actions have consequences I could never imagine. And the little game they have going just makes it worse. Does my taboo relationship with my three stepbrothers stand a chance or am I doomed?

I came back to write a song. Not to fall for five country stars who make me forget every promise I've made. After a brutal breakup with a powerful music producer who thought he owned everything-including me-I swore I'd never lose myself for a man again. Then my label sent me back to my hometown… To a ranch. To him. Ryder-my childhood crush, my one unforgettable night, my unfinished business. Now he's brooding, beautiful, and very much taken. Off-limits. Off the table. But the heat between us still simmers… and the tension is getting harder to ignore. And he's not the only one stirring something reckless inside me. The rest of his band? Rough. Talented. Magnetic in completely different ways. And far too tempting to resist. They flirt like they mean it. Touch like they've already imagined more. And somehow, each one pulls me deeper-until the idea of choosing feels impossible. I swore I was here for the music. But every glance, every brush of skin, every late-night lyric session blurs the line between collaboration and craving. He has a girlfriend. I have a life waiting in the city. And I was never supposed to want any of them- let alone all five. So why does this feel like the chorus I never want to end?