Three: An Anthology

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Summary

This book is three stories in one (all completely unrelated with different tropes). Story 1: The Accountant- A woman is working as the accountant for an Italian mafia. Story 2: The Upgrade- A woman is hung up on a player who doesn't give her the time of day. On an ice-breaker day arranged at work, she meets the charming AJ. Story 3: The Mob- A woman meets a Polish gang member in a bar and decides to go home with him.

Status
Complete
Chapters
22
Rating
4.7 6 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Preface

Welcome, angels!

A couple of things:

♡ I don’t always mention contraception or STI’s, please assume the characters are being safe and not playing pregnancy roulette.

♡ I use British English. PLEASE do not correct my spelling with American English (it’s super annoying sorry 😩, not everyone spells words with a ‘z’ or one ‘s’.)

♡ That being said, if you notice any grammar mistakes, it would be great if you could point them out.

♡ I write mature romances. The words ‘clit’ and ‘cock’ will make an appearance. If that’s not your thing, please leave without complaint.

♡ You can follow me on Instagram, naughtyxchristian.

Thank you and enjoy! L x


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This book is three stories in one (all completely unrelated with different tropes).

Story 1: The Accountant

A woman is working as the accountant for an Italian mafia.


Story 2: The Mob

A woman meets a Polish gang member in a bar and decides to go home with him.


Story 3: The Upgrade

This one is for all the girls who have spent too long chasing after a twat in tinfoil. How about finding a new knight?

One with shining armour and a decent personality.

*Spoiler alert*

This story is inspired by Sleepless in Manhattan by Sarah Morgan.

The female lead swoons over a player and eventually ‘changes’ him and he turns into the committed boyfriend.

It’s not a trope I like. I made myself finish the book, but decided to write a version of it where the fuckboy doesn’t win the pussy in the end. I don’t need to cure a manwhore, that manwhore needs to cure himself.

It’s not a woman’s job to ‘fix’ a man. Fuck. That. Shit.

Love & Orgasms, L x