I'll Take Them All Series by Delilah Rose

I wasn't trying to be greedy. I just couldn't choose. Graham is an architect—refined, patient, the kind of man who takes his time with everything. Including me. Kane is a firefighter—rough hands, direct, doesn't ask permission. He just takes. I'd been dating them both for weeks. Separately. Secretly. Neither one knew about the other. Until they did. Turns out Graham's personal trainer is Kane. Turns out men talk... moreI wasn't trying to be greedy. I just couldn't choose. Graham is an architect—refined, patient, the kind of man who takes his time with everything. Including me. Kane is a firefighter—rough hands, direct, doesn't ask permission. He just takes. I'd been dating them both for weeks. Separately. Secretly. Neither one knew about the other. Until they did. Turns out Graham's personal trainer is Kane. Turns out men talk. Turns out when they compared photos, they realized they were both seeing the same woman. Me. I expected anger. Accusations. Two men walking out of my life. What I got was a proposition. What if we share her? One night. Both of them. At the same time. I should have said no. I should have apologized and left. Instead, I said yes. And now I'm wondering why I ever thought I had to choose. Date Night is a spicy MFM menage romance with two generous men, one lucky woman, and absolutely no choosing required. HFN ending. No cliffhanger. less

She's done shrinking to fit someone else's comfort. Seven weeks after leaving an emotionally controlling relationship, Ivy isn't looking for anything serious. She just wants one night to remember who she used to be—the woman who danced until closing, who asked for what she wanted, who didn't apologize for taking up space. She wasn't expecting to run into Caleb. The friend she lost. The one her ex made her cut off. She definitely wasn't expecting his friend Kenji... moreShe's done shrinking to fit someone else's comfort. Seven weeks after leaving an emotionally controlling relationship, Ivy isn't looking for anything serious. She just wants one night to remember who she used to be—the woman who danced until closing, who asked for what she wanted, who didn't apologize for taking up space. She wasn't expecting to run into Caleb. The friend she lost. The one her ex made her cut off. She definitely wasn't expecting his friend Kenji. When the tension between the three of them becomes impossible to ignore, Ivy makes her position clear: she's not choosing. Both or nothing. They agree. What follows is a night of heat, humor, and the kind of attention she forgot she deserved—two men focused entirely on her pleasure, following her lead, giving her exactly what she asks for. No apologies. No regrets. Just Ivy, finally taking back what's hers. less

She didn’t move to Norway to find herself. She moved to stop disappearing. Wren was Kayla once—the girl who married her high school boyfriend at eighteen because that’s what you did in small-town Nebraska. By twenty-one, she was suffocating. Same dinners. Same silences. Same future stretching out forever. So she left. New country. New name. New rules. Now she works at a café in Trondheim, rents a room from a quiet Norwegian man named Henrik, and answers to no one... moreShe didn’t move to Norway to find herself. She moved to stop disappearing. Wren was Kayla once—the girl who married her high school boyfriend at eighteen because that’s what you did in small-town Nebraska. By twenty-one, she was suffocating. Same dinners. Same silences. Same future stretching out forever. So she left. New country. New name. New rules. Now she works at a café in Trondheim, rents a room from a quiet Norwegian man named Henrik, and answers to no one. For the first time, she’s learning what it feels like to take up space. Then Henrik introduces her to his two closest friends. Three men. Easy laughter. Questions that actually land. And behind a locked door, something Wren never knew she wanted. What follows isn’t exactly a romance—it’s a reclamation. Three men who know how to take her apart and put her back together. No shame. No apologies. Just Wren, finally choosing what she wants. That’s who she is this month. Who knows who she’ll be next month. But this—this is hers. For readers who enjoy shared heroines, confident men, light kink, identity reclamation, and contemporary erotica set far from home. less

Eight years of marriage. Separate bedrooms. Polite conversation. She thought that was all there was. Bethany married Luther for safety. He was kind, wealthy, steady—everything she thought she wanted after years of heartbreak. She didn't expect passion. She stopped expecting anything at all. Then Luther invites her to travel with him. Paris. Berlin. Rome. Each city, she feels something stirring. Men notice her. She notices them noticing. But the good wife muscle holds. Until Africa... moreEight years of marriage. Separate bedrooms. Polite conversation. She thought that was all there was. Bethany married Luther for safety. He was kind, wealthy, steady—everything she thought she wanted after years of heartbreak. She didn't expect passion. She stopped expecting anything at all. Then Luther invites her to travel with him. Paris. Berlin. Rome. Each city, she feels something stirring. Men notice her. She notices them noticing. But the good wife muscle holds. Until Africa. On safari, they run into Renzo. He's an old friend of Luther's with a knowing smile and a wife named Sasha. Bethany watches her husband come alive in a way she's never seen. Relaxed. Young. Someone else entirely. That night, Luther confesses everything. The villa in Florence. The parties. Sasha seducing him while Renzo watched. A whole life he left behind when he married her. Bethany should be horrified. Instead, she's furious—and aroused. Other women have had the real Luther. She's only ever had the safe version. Tonight, that changes. She wanted to feel something. She had no idea how much she'd feel. less

She’s been the good girl her whole life. This weekend, she’s saying yes. Mia has been a bridesmaid five times. She’s handled the meltdowns, the seating charts, the 5 AM cake emergencies. She smiles in the photos and has caught exactly zero bouquets. She’s also been fantasizing about Eli, the best man, ever since the engagement party. The firefighter with the broken nose, the easy confidence, and the gaze that makes her feel truly seen... moreShe’s been the good girl her whole life. This weekend, she’s saying yes. Mia has been a bridesmaid five times. She’s handled the meltdowns, the seating charts, the 5 AM cake emergencies. She smiles in the photos and has caught exactly zero bouquets. She’s also been fantasizing about Eli, the best man, ever since the engagement party. The firefighter with the broken nose, the easy confidence, and the gaze that makes her feel truly seen. So when the groomsmen invite her to a “thank-you” weekend at a mountain cabin with Eli and his crew, Mia knows what it really is. Her best friend Jade knows too — and she’s not about to let Mia talk herself out of it. One weekend. No expectations. What happens at the cabin stays at the cabin. Mia has spent years wanting things she never dared ask for. Jade knows exactly how to help her claim them. And Eli? He’s been patient long enough. Some women need permission to take what they want. Mia just needed the right push. less

Margot Delgado is done. Done with fourteen-hour days. Done with managing other people's problems. Done with being the one who holds everything together while her own life falls apart at the seams. So when her flight home lands in New Orleans instead of Chicago—a detour she doesn't remember choosing—she doesn't fight it. She checks into a boutique hotel in the Garden District, puts her phone in a drawer, and waits to remember what it feels like to want something. She wasn't expecting Julian... moreMargot Delgado is done. Done with fourteen-hour days. Done with managing other people's problems. Done with being the one who holds everything together while her own life falls apart at the seams. So when her flight home lands in New Orleans instead of Chicago—a detour she doesn't remember choosing—she doesn't fight it. She checks into a boutique hotel in the Garden District, puts her phone in a drawer, and waits to remember what it feels like to want something. She wasn't expecting Julian. The hotel's manager sees too much, says too little, and moves through her defenses like he's been studying them for years. She definitely wasn't expecting Rémy. The bartender with the easy smile who seems to know what she needs before she does. She really wasn't expecting both of them. Together. Done with fourteen-hour days. Done with managing other people's problems. Done with being the one who holds everything together while her own life falls apart at the seams. So when her flight home lands in New Orleans instead of Chicago—a detour she doesn't remember choosing—she doesn't fight it. She checks into a boutique hotel in the Garden District, puts her phone in a drawer, and waits to remember what it feels like to want something. She wasn't expecting Julian. The hotel's manager sees too much, says too little, and moves through her defenses like he's been studying them for years. She definitely wasn't expecting Rémy. The bartender with the easy smile who seems to know what she needs before she does. She really wasn't expecting both of them. Together. less

Sometimes what you’re missing isn’t obvious… until you feel it. Thea has built a life defined by control. At thirty-four, she moves through her days with precision—calendar blocks, efficient routines, a quiet apartment, and a relationship that ended not with drama, but with absence. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is urgent. And yet… something is missing. On impulse, she books a trip to Buenos Aires. No plan. No structure. Just movement... moreSometimes what you’re missing isn’t obvious… until you feel it. Thea has built a life defined by control. At thirty-four, she moves through her days with precision—calendar blocks, efficient routines, a quiet apartment, and a relationship that ended not with drama, but with absence. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is urgent. And yet… something is missing. On impulse, she books a trip to Buenos Aires. No plan. No structure. Just movement. In the heat and rhythm of the city, she begins to notice things she’s been ignoring for months—the ease of strangers brushing past each other, the casual intimacy of a hand resting at the small of someone’s back, the quiet weight of touch that lingers longer than it should. Then she hears about an underground gallery. An experience described as “transgressive. ”. She tells herself she’s only curious. But curiosity has a way of leading somewhere else entirely. Behind the doors of the gallery, guided by a woman who seems to see straight through her carefully constructed composure, Thea is offered something she didn’t realize she’d been craving:. Not chaos. Not recklessness. But attention. Presence. Contact. What begins as a moment of curiosity becomes something deeper—an unraveling of control, a rediscovery of sensation, and a confrontation with a truth she’s been avoiding:. That being untouched isn’t the same as being safe. And sometimes, what breaks you open… is exactly what puts you back together. less