I was glad that only one of the boys came with me to the check-in counter. I’m pretty sure I would die of embarrassment if the concierge saw the three of them and I checked in for one bedroom. Sure they’d not be wrong to think we were here to have sex, but I don’t want to be judged. Once I had checked in, Darius and I met with his brothers and headed up to the seventh floor to our suite. Forrest let out a whistle as we walked in. “This is fancy.” he nodded.
We wandered from the entry area through an archway to find a lush-looking living area with a fireplace and a mini grand piano. Glancing to the left, I saw a formal dining area. “This way.” Darius smiled, taking my hand as he followed his brothers back through the entry to a set of frosted glass double doors. Elijah pushed them open, leading the way into the massive bedroom. “This place is so beautiful.” I whispered.
I hope you enjoyed the bonus chapter. I may have gotten a little carried away when I was writing what was going to be the final chapter. Thus me splitting it into two chapters. You will still get FOUR epilogues. Riko and Forrest's epilogues will be available Friday, August 27th, and then Elijah and Darius's epilogues will be available Monday, August 30th!
It’s amazing how much can change in a mere eight months. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life after high school. I moved to town, intending to keep my head down and go unnoticed. I only knew I didn’t want to keep moving wherever the Air Force sent my dad. Then my entire world was flipped upside down, and everything changed when I met Darius, Elijah, and Forrest Frost. Who’d have thought accidentally running into Forrest outside the office on my first day would result in finding the loves of my life. And it’s not just finding love. I found my passion for architecture while working for their mother’s construction company. From meeting them, I found myself. Sitting in on meetings with architects and learning the ins and outs of the business, I found my spark. I found what I wanted to do with my life.
A Frost is never nervous. Or that’s what we like to say and have people believe. But right now, my brothers and I are nervous as hell. The last three years have been amazing. All three of us attending Boston University with Riko was like a dream come true. Getting to live together, this is the life we want. We all agreed that a life without Riko wouldn’t be a life worth having. We’ve been renting a spacious four-bedroom duplex not far from campus for the last three years. And we love it. It’s been weird having our own bedrooms. We keep our own bedrooms for times when Riko wants to be alone, or we might be out late for work or something and don’t want to disturb each other. But most nights, we end up in Riko’s room. Of course, we got a lot of attention when we moved in. People are nosey little shits. And seeing one woman and three men moving into a unit t
I can’t believe it’s almost here. It’s been five years since the day when my brothers and I met Riko and fell in love at first sight. Five years leading up to tomorrow’s big event. Legally only, I am marrying her, but that’s just on paper. We all know tomorrow is about officially tying all three of our souls to hers for life. Over a year ago, we proposed to her at the trellis at the waterfront park. Over a year of planning has gone into tomorrow. It wasn’t easy balancing wedding planning and university. But the four of us have managed. Well, they managed. I was the first to graduate since the culinary arts degree isn’t a four-year program. Since I finished my degree, I spent a portion of my inheritance to start White Jasmine Cupcakes. It’s still a small pastry shop, but I managed to get a great location, so business has been good. We’ve established some
It feels like the last five years have gone by so fast. Probably because so much has been happening since our wedding. As they say, time flies when you’re having fun. And while I can’t say life has been sunshine and rainbows, there have still been more high points than low. And for that, I’m forever grateful. When we got home from our honeymoon, things seemed normal. A month later, Riko was sick, and well, let’s say our girl is miserable when she’s sick, and not even Forrest could improve her mood. But a trip to her doctor after using two sick days, and we soon found out it wasn’t something she ate. We were going to become parents. Which, in theory, sounds amazing. I mean, we’d all dreamt of children, but within the first year of marriage, that was not in the plan. And while my parents and her grandparents were thrilled at the news, I know her dad wasn’t. Eve
I have a new appreciation for teachers. Because damn the level of patience it takes to deal with ninth graders. Though I think I have it worse than them. A prime example of why teaching is worse for me has just surrounded my desk. I internalized a heavy sigh, hoping this headache would just disappear. I don’t just mean my actual headache. No, the headache I want to disappear is the five girls giggling lined up along the front of my desk. “Hi, Mr. Frost,” one tittered. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes before looking up for the quizzes I was grading. “Can I help you, ladies? Did you not understand the assignment?” I questioned, glancing between the girls’ faces. Standing almost in a pattern so the shortest yet the ring leader of their quintet was in the middle. Miranda was around my wife’s height, but that’s the only thing they have in common. Miranda reminded me of Jane in all the worst ways. Same blonde hair and attitude that you expect of a
“You can handle this, Justin. I told you when I made you manager that I trust you. Your store has plenty of product and isn’t going to suddenly run out,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Love Justin to death, he’s a good friend, but he gets in his head sometimes. Not sure how his husband Ben deals with him. “Alright, if you’re sure,” Justin sighed. “And I am. Now I’m going to hang up. Darius should be home soon, and I need to finish getting into my costume,” I assured. “Alright. Well, may the force be with you,” Justin laughed. “And with you,” I chuckled, hanging up. “Justin still freaking out?” Forrest asked where he was sitting on the floor already in his costume, minus the Darth Vader helmet. “Yep. Justin needs anxiety medication,” I sighed, walking over, leaning on the back of the sofa to watch the progress. Hikari was already racing around in his little Luke Skywalker costume, making swishing sounds as he swung his lightsaber.&
This theme was my idea, so it was on me to make sure we pulled it off. I furrowed my brow, concentrating on getting Aiko’s hair just right. “Almost done, baby girl,” I assured her, getting the last pin in place. “Perfection! You are done, Princess Leia of the Rebel Alliance,” I grinned proudly at myself for getting her hair up. “Yay!” Aiko jumped up, spinning to give me a hug before rushing to cash her sister and older brother. “ You three just remember once mommy, daddy, and Bampás come down, we are going to take pictures to send to your grandparents and great grandparents, and then we will go trick or treating,” I called out as Ryū started to fuss. I sighed, gently lifting him from his bassinet he’d been snoozing in. “Otōsan is here. I’ve got you, little man,” I cooed softly, bouncing him as I walked to the kitchen. He didn’t give a shit about a word I said. But really, what hungry three-week-old does? “I’ve got ya. I’m pretty sure there
My husbands are something else. I can’t believe after all these years, they can still not only make me blush but that after four children, they get me so hot and bothered. First, Elijah and his sweet kisses, telling me about my upcoming spa day. Then Darius and his heated kisses, offering to take care of the pump and store the milk in the nursery’s mini-fridge. And now Forrest with his naughty promises after having fed our baby. Plus, I know he did Aiko’s hair which is just so sweet. I love them so much. My husbands are excellent fathers. I still feel overwhelmed with four kids, but I’m glad I have my husbands. Them planning the spa day shows me that not only did they notice I was struggling these past few weeks but that they took the initiative to do something about it. And they are so good with our kids. It melts my heart every time I see them with the kids doing anything. As we all stepped out onto the porch, I couldn’t help but chuckle. We wer
I wanted to let everyone that doesn't follow me on social media know about an announcement for The Princes of Ravenwood. This book is now available in paperback on Amazon! You can find it by searching The Princes of Ravenwood by Bryant.The paperback and kindle versions do not include the bonus scenes here and on my website. If you follow me on social media in the next month or so will do a giveaway of signed copies.You can find me on social media @ Author Bryant. Not just for giveaways but news about upcoming books in this and my werewolf series.
Growing up as a military brat, I didn’t have too many holiday traditions. Unlike my husbands, who every year growing up knew they would go cut down a tree, and they’d go to the trellis lights event. We moved enough that it was hard to maintain traditions. But there was one that even after mom died, we kept alive. Cookies.I don’t have a lot of memories of my mom, but I do remember that every Christmas eve, no matter where in the world we were, she’d have me in the kitchen with her to bake cookies for Santa.Cranberry white chocolate and walnut jam thumbprint cookies were my mom’s go-to. I think because we could get the ingredients no matter where we lived.And since having our kids, I get to share that tradition. So right now, our kitchen is abuzz with activity. Elijah and I are working with Hikari, Saki, and Akio to make cookies. Darius is holding Ryū while Forrest is taking pictures.As an early gift, my dad ordered l
My brothers and I are still reeling from how things went at the trellis lighting event. I mean, yes, the fact our sweet Hikari pushed another kid was jarring. And that kid’s mother… Joanie Walker was a piece of work. But all of that faded as the event progressed. All for the unlikely flirting between Reese and Don.When I invited Don to meet up with us at the event, I never would have guessed he’d hit it off with Reese in a million years. He’s certainly not her usual type. I’m not putting him down or anything. Don’s a great guy.I’ve never seen Reese even look twice at a guy who couldn’t at least stand a chance in an arm-wrestling match against her. Reese just came out of a bad breakup where the insecurities of lesser men once again got in the way. I don’t want Don to be a rebound.I just don’t know how to broach the subject with him or with Reese. I decided today I should just clear the ai
I have loved going to the waterfront for the light-up event since I was a kid. I loved it even more, when we started bringing Riko with us. Even if we got looks and people whispered about us. Those whispers didn’t get better after we started having kids. But I will never let the opinions of others impede my enjoyment of the event. As I was unloading the van, I felt arms wrap around me and literally lift me off the ground in a bear hug. “Hey, cousin!” Clay greeted, squeezing me harder. I rolled my eyes because this is just how my cousin is. He wants a reaction to indicate that he’s stronger than me. Which okay, he is. Like his father, Clay works hard in the construction company and has won some bodybuilding competitions. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s stronger than me. “Put my Bampás down,” Saki glared up at Clay and kicked him in the ankle. I snickered at my little girl coming to my rescue. “You gonna make me, p
In our family, there are only three traditions. The big holiday party at Frost manor has been a tradition since well the estate was built. But it was primarily a big deal in Hazel Frost’s day. It’s a big deal with the whole family and the influential people that run in the Frost social circle.Eye Roll! I could care less about rubbing elbows with politicians, lawyers, movie stars, and business owners of fortune 500 companies. They are not my style. And not really my brothers’ style either. We’ve been lucky the last few years to decline the invite because we have little ones. Before the kids, we didn’t get much choice but always ducked out early with Riko.The last time we went was the party the year we got married. We left after I decked Brant Jones for pinching Riko’s ass and asking if she’d like to give hi
When my husbands said they had a spa day planned, they really meant it. My day started with a body wrap, manicure and pedicure, facial, and then a couples massage where thankfully the staff didn’t say a word that it was me and all three of my husbands. I appreciated the lack of judgment.After our massages, my husbands sent me to change into an outfit of their choosing. I was a little concerned it would be something dirty and scandalous. But I found a beautiful sleeveless wrap dress with a flutter hem in a blush pink with floral print hanging in the changing room.I, of course, spoke too soon about the nothing scandalous part as I found a soft pink floral applique longline demi-bra and thong set where my maternity bra and panties had been. I sig
This getaway was more needed than I wanted to admit. I miss my children. God, I miss them. And that's why I feel like a terrible mother because a large part of me is happy to be away from them. Maybe I should see my therapist like my loving husbands have been suggesting since before Thanksgiving. I haven't wanted to admit it. But maybe I really do have postpartum depression. I don't want to feel this way. It isn't good for me. And it's not fair to my kids, especially Ryū. Why am I contemplating my mental health while wrapped in the warm, loving arms of Forrest at five in the morning? Because I woke up to my breasts aching, needing to be pumped, fighting my tears at how much I miss my baby. "Riko? Baby? What's wrong?" Forrest's groggy voice question
The glass-bottom boat was really cool. Getting that view of all the sea life in waters deeper than we were snorkeling earlier. We got some more great pictures to show the kids and other family members when we get back.I know Cassidy was miffed that we were going on this trip. Not that she said anything to us, but Collin grumbled about showing him up. I told him to step his game up. Can’t keep doing the same shit. He needs to keep her on her toes.Tonight we shared another dinner on the terrace of the villa together. We have a plan for tomorrow that will knock our wife’s socks off. And with luck, everything else she’s wearing. This was a getaway to remember. Great views, great food, and even better company. Yet, I still miss the kids. We’ll have t
I miss my kids. I miss waking up to my girls jumping on my bed shouting for me to get up before they eat all the cocoa puffs. I love those little hellions. They are so mine it’s not funny. Not to say I don’t miss my boys. Hikari and his sweet smile and a big hug when I would get downstairs. I miss Ryū so damn much. His sweet baby smell and the weight of his little body as he slept on my chest. “Get up.” Darius grunted, shoving me out of bed. “Why are you and Elijah so mean. I’m going to enjoy not waking up to either of you tomorrow.” I grumbled, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What, I thought you’d be missing your violent wake-up call from the twins. I’m not jumping on the bed, so this is the best you get.” Darius taunted that same devious gleam in his eyes our girls often have. I sighed and rolled