My Three Step-Uncles Want Me
READING AGE 18+
Nineteen-year-old Alex Raynot has never known peace.
Between a sick younger brother, parents whose love curdled into daily war, and a cheating ex who turned violent, she’s learned that survival means never trusting too deeply, and never hoping too much. But when one night of terror drives her straight into the path of three dangerous men who look like sin sculpted in flesh, her world takes a turn she could never have imagined.
Reed. Rhett. Rhys.
Three brothers with eyes like night and power that hums in the air around them. They rule Denver’s underground. Their names whispered with both reverence and fear. Ruthless. Unreachable. Untouchable.
Until Alex crashes into their world.
A wrong door. A desperate escape. One encounter that should have ended in disaster becomes a collision course with fate. Because when her family is forced to relocate for her grandfather’s funeral, Alex discovers the unthinkable truth: those same three men, the ones who saved her, and branded her mind with fear and forbidden desire, are her step uncles.
Now, she’s trapped inside their mansion, surrounded by luxury that feels like a gilded cage. Every hallway hums with tension, every look from Reed burns like a challenge, every word from Rhys teases the edge of danger, and every silent glance from Rhett feels like a promise of something she shouldn’t want.
They’re older. Powerful. Untouchable. And yet, each carries a darkness that pulls her closer.
But beneath the glittering wealth and cold marble walls lie secrets her father refuses to explain, secrets about why he left this family years ago, and what kind of empire his half-brothers truly built.
The Alcatraz brothers aren’t just men,
They're predators in suits, bound by blood and sin, men who command fear from the underworld and loyalty from no one but each other.
Unfold
The transition from the cavernous, echoing hall was like stepping from a primal sea onto the shores of a more refined, yet no less sinful, paradise. This new room was smaller, intimate, its opulence a stark contrast to the raw stone of the orgy room. Damask wallpaper in a deep crimson swallowed the sound of moans, transforming them into a hushed……
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