Whitecrest Series by Octavia Jensen

If someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might’ve held back — wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in.So I did.Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not blur the line between business and pleasure... moreIf someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might’ve held back — wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in.So I did.Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not blur the line between business and pleasure. I was the heir to a multi-million dollar agency, after all. I had everything I wanted: five brothers, more money than I knew what to do with, and the freedom to travel the world in search of beauty. So what did I care about the beauty right in front of me? As it turns out, I cared a lot, and the “Yes, Sirs” dripping freely from her lips were unraveling me.She was mine, convention be damned… and I was going to take her. less

Romance was never my forte. Modeling, flirting, annoying my five brothers? Those things were more my speed, but the second I saw that grumpy little twink kicking my tires, something changed.I didn’t want to be Kale Novak, millionaire model and Whitecrest’s most eligible gay bachelor anymore. I wanted to be whatever the hell would get me on that guy’s radar, and with my charm dialed all the way up to 10, it didn’t take long for me to get what I wanted... moreRomance was never my forte. Modeling, flirting, annoying my five brothers? Those things were more my speed, but the second I saw that grumpy little twink kicking my tires, something changed.I didn’t want to be Kale Novak, millionaire model and Whitecrest’s most eligible gay bachelor anymore. I wanted to be whatever the hell would get me on that guy’s radar, and with my charm dialed all the way up to 10, it didn’t take long for me to get what I wanted.He was as perfect as I’d hoped he’d be — obedient, eager, beautiful… and I was hooked. A single night wasn’t enough. A whole week wasn’t enough, and when he went back home, he took a piece of me with him that I hadn’t even known existed before.I was determined to get him back, and nothing was going to stand in my way.**** This includes a BDSM relationship with some unsafe situations. Please read the content warning before diving in. less

I'd always been reckless, chasing adrenaline rushes and getting myself in trouble just to feel something. That lifestyle spilled over into work more often than not, and while I'd never had a problem conducting photoshoots in midair or underwater, my good luck was about to run out.Trapped in a tornado with the one model who never failed to follow me into the fire, that rush turned to fear, and we found ourselves reminiscing about a life we hadn't lived yet... moreI'd always been reckless, chasing adrenaline rushes and getting myself in trouble just to feel something. That lifestyle spilled over into work more often than not, and while I'd never had a problem conducting photoshoots in midair or underwater, my good luck was about to run out.Trapped in a tornado with the one model who never failed to follow me into the fire, that rush turned to fear, and we found ourselves reminiscing about a life we hadn't lived yet. Cliff diving, seeing the northern lights, playing hide and seek in London... we fantasized about it all, so it seemed to me like the only way to celebrate our survival was to go and live the life we'd dreamed about.And if my Rosey fell in love with me along the way... all the better.I'd follow her over a cliff. less

Navigating the closet I kept myself in was hard enough without my asshole neighbor interfering. From one day to the next, I couldn’t tell if he was my boyfriend or my enemy — the kisses he planted on me in secret said one thing, but the pranks he pulled on me in public said another.We were bound to take one of those things too far. The only questions left were which one… and what the hell I was going to do about it.

I was the youngest and last of my brothers to find love. They called me a romantic, a dreamer, a boy with rose-colored glasses who couldn’t see the world for what it was. Maybe they were right… or they were wrong and I was exactly the boy I needed to be for one specific man. A man who’d embrace how I was, who would polish those glasses and shield me from anything that wasn’t pure light. So when a handsome older man won a two hour date with me at a charity auction, my brothers were worried... moreI was the youngest and last of my brothers to find love. They called me a romantic, a dreamer, a boy with rose-colored glasses who couldn’t see the world for what it was. Maybe they were right… or they were wrong and I was exactly the boy I needed to be for one specific man. A man who’d embrace how I was, who would polish those glasses and shield me from anything that wasn’t pure light. So when a handsome older man won a two hour date with me at a charity auction, my brothers were worried. I wasn’t though, because somehow I was pretty sure I finally found the very thing I’d always been looking for.Now I just had to hope he saw it too. less

After watching all of her boys get married and find their happily ever afters, it's finally time for Mor to get hers.Told from the POV of all nine Novaks, this fade-to-black novella puts the cherry on top of the Whitecrest series.