Accidental Trifecta
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Authors: Avery Gale
| Accidental Trifecta |
| Number VI of Masters of the Prairie Winds Club |
| Avery Gale |
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem
offensive. Sexually explicit
content. Ménage – MMF.
In book six of the Masters of the Prairie Winds
Club: Cameron Barnes, owner and Dom of Dark Desires, enlists the help of his
friends from Prairie Winds Club when his family becomes the focus of an unknown
threat. A threat he feels can only be
associated with his past position as an operative.
When Carl Phillips shows up as part of the security
detail for Cam's wife and daughter, Cam is confronted with a past regret—one
that has haunted him every day for the last twenty-five years.
Carl Phillip has never turned down a mission, but
he sure wishes he could. Instead, being
a team member, he pulls on his professionalism and reins in his haunting past—at
least until he is sitting in front of it.
Then all bets are off.
As the threat against Dr. Cecelia Barnes grows
near, the men of Prairie Winds step in to help and do what they do best—locate,
secure, and extinguish.
Enter Dark Desires, where past regrets will either
bring a Dom to his knees or forge a future where love, life, and family is
worth every heartache felt.
Accidental Trifecta
Masters of the Prairie Winds Club
Book Six
by Avery Gale
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Twenty-five years ago
…
Carl Phillips sat on the timeworn walnut bench outside the Headmaster’s Office wondering how he’d managed to fall so far in such a short amount of time. Unfortunately the answer was crystal clear, no matter how hard he tried to pretend otherwise. The narrow slats of the wooden floor were cool beneath his bare feet despite the fact it was late May. The well-worn boards were polished daily, reflecting the soft lighting from the wall sconces. St. Andrew’s School for Boys had a long tradition of setting the unruly teens of New England’s
old
money
families on the straight and narrow path to “proper behavior”. The first time Carl saw
The Stepford
Wives
, he’d been sure the writer must have been a St. Andrew’s graduate, even though there were obvious differences, it was also a frightening accurate portrayal of what Carl saw played out all around him each and every day.
His biggest fear had always been conformity, but it had been laid out so prominently in his future, his view of everything else was overshadowed by those expectations. St. Andrew’s was the answer to the age-old dilemma faced by so many in his parents’ social circle that there was absolutely no way he was going to come out of this unscathed. Even if the “prick with the stick dick” as Mr. Richards was known, let him off with a warning—which was about as likely as Carl wearing a pink tutu into the dining hall, his parents would hear about tonight’s “incident” as it was being called.
Incident. Yeah, right.
In his view, incidents were isolated occurrences, and even though it hadn’t happened often, tonight wasn’t the first time either.
Thinking back over the past two years, Carl felt his stomach clench as the erotic images flashed through his mind. Turbulence and confusion were the only words he could find that even came close to describing the feelings and it was unfamiliar territory for his normally well-ordered mind. He prided himself on his ability to solve problems, ordinarily he could solve any puzzle put in front of him, but his conflicting feelings about this topic were far beyond his grasp. It didn’t matter how many times he’s tried to make sense of the conflict that had clouded his mind for the past twenty-two months—it just didn’t make any sense.
Nothing about
it
fit
s
anything
I’ve
ever
known.
With the wooden bench beneath him, Carl shook his head sending his shaggy blond hair over his forehead to tease the tips of his sun-bleached eyelashes. He needed to stop trying to unravel the past and concentrate on how he was going to get through the next few weeks of school—unless they kicked him out, and that seemed more and more likely by the minute.