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Single Mom's SEALs
A Military Reverse Harem Romance
Kai Lesy
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue I
Epilogue II
Single Mom's Glow Up (Preview)
Description
"You shouldn’t be here in the middle of a storm.”
“I had no choice, Officer. My husband is a dangerous man.”
His jaw clenches in anger. “Did he hurt you?"
In the middle of a winter storm - I’m stranded and desperate.
I have no food or money to feed my two little girls.
If I’ve ever needed a miracle it’s NOW.
A Sheriff’s car pulls up.
This man is a giant by no exaggeration.
Sheriff Kellan makes a phone call to his twin brother, Fallon.
The two of them waste no time getting my girls and I out of the harsh cold and into their car to meet their best friend, Luke.
Just like the brothers, Luke is a war veteran and as mesmerizing to look at as a Greek statue.
I'm shocked when Luke says we can stay 'for as long as desired' in this breathtaking lodge - where he runs his million dollar business.
I should be grateful but my husband is a dangerous man with connections.
Could this all be a ticking time bomb?
Or do decent men actually exist in this harsh world??
Considering the rush of emotions I feel when these three ex-military alphas melt like puppies for my little girls...
And the way they look at me with such admiration and a yearning...
I can't help but wonder: Do happily ever after's exist outside of cheesy romance novels?
This is a sexy, stand-alone reverse harem romance filled with humor, danger, and generous amounts of love. It also contains blistering hot MFMMM, ménage fun times, in single and multiple partner scenes so HOT they're bound to melt your kindle! HEA guaranteed.
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Amaya
“Oh, for the love…” I mutter under my breath and swallow back a slew of curse words as my phone rings. It’s Derrick. Again.
I ignore it and focus instead on strapping Mikey safely into his car seat. I can’t afford to be late. When you get a job opportunity on the Golden Sequoia Estate, you do whatever it takes to grab it and keep it.
The pay is exquisite, the benefits are great, and they even have an on-site kids center for all of the working moms within the company. It’s one of the perks of working for a huge fintech conglomerate in Northern California, and just one of the many reasons why I really need to knock this out of the ballpark.
“You all set, honey?” I ask my son.
He gives me his signature toothy grin that brings out his cheeky dimples, and I melt at the sunny look in his blue eyes, blonde curls dancing over his forehead. “I’m perfect, Momma!”
“My little man,” I reply as I kiss his warm temple before getting in the driver’s seat.
This old Honda may not be in tip-top shape, but she’ll handle the commute from Sacramento just fine—I hope. The last thing I need is for Suzy to give up on me, too. My phone buzzes. Of course, Derrick can’t take no for an answer, so he has to text me, as well.
It’s fine, I’ll ignore it like I’ve ignored every other message he’s sent me over the past couple of weeks since we broke up.
“Come on, kiddo, let’s go get Momma a job,” I say, keeping my tone as bright as I can given the circumstances, and shift the car into drive.
It’s been hard on my own, but truth be told, I was still a single mom even when Mikey and I were living with Derrick. Maybe it’s because Mikey isn’t his son, but Derrick never truly bonded with him.
We always felt like guests in that apartment, even though I kept the place in mint condition. I cooked, I cleaned, I took care of my man and my son in equal, loving measure. Derrick didn’t want me to get a job after my last gig fell through and I was a fool to follow his lead.
My phone rings again just as I’m about to hit the freeway.
“Dammit!” I snap, then check the screen and breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh…” I slide a finger across to accept the call, and Mira’s voice comes through the speaker.
“You’d better be on your way to GS!”
“I am, don’t worry. I just left Sacramento,” I tell my best friend. She’s been there for me through thick and thin, even when Derrick almost cut me off from her for the most ridiculous reasons. “But I’ve got Mikey with me,” I add, my gaze fixed on the road ahead. I can hear Mikey giggling and playing with his soldier figurines in the back. He’ll doze off soon enough. “I couldn’t pay a babysitter.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem, babe, I’m sure someone there will be able to keep an eye on him while you do your interview,” Mira says. “Besides, Kace is a pretty cool guy.”
“Tell me again who that is?”
She laughs lightly and I welcome the sunlight filtering through the car window as I dive into the freeway traffic. It’s not that heavy, but it’s not as light as I’d prefer it, either. According to my GPS navigation app, I should reach the Golden Sequoia Estate in about an hour or so. “Kace is my boss’s partner on the GS project. There’s three of them, actually, former servicemembers and best friends. They all made their fortunes here in San Francisco first before they moved over there.”
“Okay, yeah, you mentioned that,” I say.
“Well, they need a good yoga instructor for their fitness center, and you need a job. It seemed pretty obvious that I’d bring this to you first,” Mira replies.
“And I cannot thank you enough for thinking about me, especially after the past few years with Derrick and all that—”
“Hey, enough with that a-hole,” she cuts me off in a gentle tone. “He’s in the past. Let him stay there. We’re okay. I told you before and I’ll say it again: No man will ever truly come between us.”
“Yeah, I’ve learned my share of lessons alright.”
“So, when Elias told me about the job opening on GS—”
“Wait, Elias. That’s the other partner, right?”
“It’s Kace, Finn, and Elias, yes,” Mira confirms. “Elias was more than happy to accept a referral from me before posting the job offer publicly. If you nail this, they’ll save a pretty penny on job advertising and recruitment companies, too. It’s a win-win for all of us.”
“Have you been there?” I ask.
“Where, the estate? Yeah, it’s gorgeous, you’re gonna love it. And they’re really cool guys, too. I mean, Elias is the best boss I’ve ever had. Trust me, it’s not something you often hear in the fintech sector.”
“And the—” I pause, noticing another incoming call from Derrick on the screen. “For f—” I stop myself, remembering I still have my kid in the backseat who loves parroting every single profanity that slips out of my mouth, taking a deep breath, instead.
“What is it?” Mira asks.
“He’s been calling me like six to eight times every day!” I snap. “Countless texts and mentions on social media. He is so persistent; I cannot, for the life of me, understand why he won’t leave me alone.”
“He’s a narcissistic sociopath, honey. You dumped him. That caused an injury to his over-inflated ego,” she says. “He will do everything in his power to get you back just so he can be the one to dump you. That’s all there is to it, and I’m sure your couple’s counselor told you the same thing.”
“God, yes,” I groan, my face burning as I remember that one and only couples therapy session that Derrick and I did together.
“I’m just glad it’s over,” Mira says. “And I’m glad you’re getting your life back on track.”
“I will, provided I get this job. It’s been a while since I’ve actually practiced as a yoga instructor.”
“That’s okay, I’m sure you’ll do just fine. It’ll be like riding a bike.”
She’s always been so supportive. Always. And I pushed her away. It will take some time for me to fully forgive myself, but I am grateful that Mira never held it against me. She understood. She never made me feel guilty in any way.
“Thanks, girl. Is there anything else I need to know about the Golden Sequoia Estate before I go in?” I ask.
On both sides of the road, the lush, green hills of
“Only that it’s the place to be for every finance and tech mogul and executive out there,” Mira says. “The guys really thought it through down to the last detail. It’s the ultimate retreat—cozy and brightly-lit working spaces, infinity pools and tennis courts, a big-ass gym and fitness center, the yoga studio, the spa and beauty treatments, the restaurants and bars—don’t even get me started on the living suites, sister. Hilton’s got nothing on them, I’ll tell you that much. If you get the job, you’ll be working in one of the finest establishments in all of Cali.”
As I arrive at the Golden Sequoia Estate, I am instantly taken aback. It is infinitely more beautiful than what I saw in online pictures. The website, although superbly designed, fails to do it justice, at least in my humble opinion. A sprawling property that complements surrounding hillsides and a wide valley, it’s flanked to the north by a massive natural reserve of ancient sequoia trees that stretch generously beyond in either direction.
The property is enclosed within a tall metal fence with hi-tech security cameras mounted practically everywhere, along with motion sensors and night-lights. According to Mira, it’s one of the safest places in the entire state. Many of their guests’ are of high status, and it’s clear there was a gargantuan investment in absolutely everything—furniture, décor, security systems and entertainment, equipment and well, everything.
I could never afford to come here as a client. Ever.
The gates open wide, allowing me to enter the property. The main driveway is lined with beautiful dogwood trees, their gorgeous blooms magnified by the morning sun making its way higher in the eastern sky.
I’m already in love with the estate and praying that I do well in the interview and land the job. Mikey sleeps comfortably in his carseat as I pull up into the employee parking lot, the reception building the size of a Greek villa.
Behind it, the main structure unravels with a fusion of modern and Brutalist architecture—square and round buildings with white walls and tall, black-framed windows, each connected to the other through a series of black steel and glass suspended passageways, and cobblestone pathways.
I reckon about two thousand people could live here in absolute comfort and bliss if the world were to end tomorrow.
“Welcome,” the receptionist greets me as soon as I walk in, holding my still sleepy son’s hand.
“Hi, there,” I reply with a light laugh. “I’m here for the—”
“Interview, yes,” she says, getting up from behind her black stainless steel desk with a warm smile. I can’t help but admire the soft pinks and oranges of her smart-casual uniform, complete with a sleek black nametag pinned to her bosom. “I’m Tanya, and I’ll be escorting you to Mr. Magnusson’s office.”
“Right, right. You were expecting me.”
“Yes, and our facial recognition software system recognized you from the gate, so I knew you were on your way,” Tanya says with a smile before glancing down at my son with slight confusion.
“I am so sorry, but I couldn’t find a babysitter for Mikey today. What are the chances that I could—”
“Please, don’t worry about it. Our daycare center is open, and we have staff available to keep an eye on him while you attend the interview. Free of charge, of course,” she replies.
It’s as if the weight of the whole world has just been lifted from my shoulders. “Oh, I’m…. Thank you so much, I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s our pleasure.”
I follow her quietly through the first passageway, briefly marveling at the most beautiful blue sky stretching above us before we reach the daycare center. I’m introduced to a lovely young sitter who Mikey is immediately crushing over from the moment he sets eyes on her. We’re off to a good start, I realize, as I promise my son that I’ll be back in a jiffy.
“Can I play with Anna?” he asks, then smiles at his sitter.
“Of course. You know the drill, honey. Play nice, share, and I’ll be back before you can blink,” I giggle and kiss his forehead, then follow Tanya deeper into the estate.
By the time we reach the executive offices, my eyes are sparkling with awe and wonder. While the exterior is in perfect sync with its natural surroundings, the interior is all high-tech and tasteful luxury, smooth lighting and soft music pouring through discreet, wall-mounted surround-sound speakers.
“Alright, this is where I leave you,” Tanya says. “Once you’re done, you can pick Mikey up from the daycare center and meet me back at the reception desk. Or do you need me to come pick you up from here? I know this place can seem like one big maze at first.”
“Oh, no, I’m good. I can find my way back,” I reply. “Thank you, Tanya.”
“Good luck.”
I nod once and watch her leave, then give myself a moment to study my surroundings. The executive office area is colored in soft grays and plenty of potted plants, while sunlight pours through massive, tinted floor-to-ceiling windows.
There are four doors, three of them bearing plaques with the executives’ names. Kace Magnusson’s office is where I need to be, but the offices of Finn Bass and Elias Campbell are also there. The fourth door is labeled ‘Executive Lounge,’ which Tanya explained is where the three bosses meet on a daily basis.
I knock once before walking into Kace Magnusson’s office with all the confidence that I can muster, hoping that my champagne colored skirt-suit and matching silk top will state without spoken words that I’m a professional. Taupe peep-toes finish off my outfit, my toes painted a smart shell color.
“Good morning, Miss Nikos,” Kace Magnusson greets me as he gets up from behind his large mahogany desk.
“Wait, what the hell?” I blurt out.
I’m shocked. Speechless. Frozen on the spot as I stare at this man and cannot believe my eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t reach out before the interview to warn you,” he says.
“K.C.?”
Kace Magnusson. I say the name over and over in my head, but the man standing before me, this gorgeous man clad in a finely tailored light gray suit… I’ve met him before. I just never knew him as Kace Magnusson, I knew him as K.C. I met him one night, about six years ago. By the stars, he’s just as hot as I remember. Sandy blonde hair cut short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes. Square jawline and confident smirk. Broad shoulders and muscular legs that fill in his suit perfectly.
Oh, God, I can’t believe this.
“As soon as your résumé landed on my desk, courtesy of my friend Elias, I knew I had to call you in,” he says, standing in front of the windows while he waits for me to get my bearings. Which I’m struggling to do. “Again, I know, a little warning would’ve made this go a lot smoother, but I wasn’t sure you’d want to do the interview.”
“Um… no, it’s… I need the job,” I manage.
A cold sweat comes over me as I realize what I just said. My ego is already bruised but let that be a lesson. I need a few more deep breaths as I struggle to maintain eye contact. Kace’s gaze wanders up and down my figure, my curvy figure he knows intimately, as we both clearly remember.
My cheeks burn hot. My heart is racing. I didn’t expect this. All I can do is offer a polite smile. “It’s good to see you again,” I say. “And thank you for inviting me here.”
“It’s my pleasure, Amaya,” he says, then nods somewhere to my left. “These are my partners, Finn Bass and Elias Campbell.”
Shit, I didn’t even notice them.
I slowly turn to find two more devastatingly handsome gentlemen sitting in a couple of guest chairs on the other side of the room. They’re big and brawny, just like Kace. Well built, former military, with broad shoulders and a steely vibe emanating from their eyes.
Finn has light red hair and emerald eyes that seem to drill holes into my very soul, a smile testing the corner of his mouth. Elias, on the other hand, strikes me as the mysterious and brooding type with raven colored hair and equally dark eyes.
Looking at the three of them together, the differing aspects of their personalities are easily noticeable simply from their choices of clothing and the way they move and interact with one another.
