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- Herausgeber: Zoey Indiana
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When I inherited my hoarder mother's crumbling estate, I thought that saving it from foreclosure by investing every penny was the toughest challenge I'd face. Boy, was I wrong.
One night, after too many shots and an online chat led me to a startling wake-up call: six impossibly spicy veteran shifter cleaners stood on my doorstep. Shifters? As in, creatures of legends and lore? More bewildering was their insistence on calling me their "mate."
The world I once knew shattered. I was irresistibly drawn to each shifter, with emotions running wild and deep. But my falling estate and a menacing demon hungry for my soul made everything chaotic. Can I truly embrace being the destined mate of my fated mates?
As love, peril, and the supernatural intertwine, I'm thrust into a realm I never imagined. I must defend my heart and those I've grown to love. With danger lurking and the stakes higher than ever, the question remains: can I conquer the odds with my six shifter mates by my side?
Taking Out the Trash is the first riveting tale in a series featuring rugged, tattooed, veteran shifter polyam romances. If you're a fan of diverse pairings (MMMFFMM), suspense, spice, and heart-thumping adventure ending in a cliffhanger, dive into this story. Experience my journey as a bi woman venturing into new passionate territories in Taking Out the Trash today!
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TAKING OUT THE TRASH
AN INSTALOVE FATED MATES PARANORMAL ROMANCE
BLACK OPS FATED MATES WHY CHOOSE POLYAM ROMANCE
BOOK ONE
ZOEY INDIANA
Taking Out the Trash
Copyright © 2023 By Zoey Indiana
Original Vella Release Copyright © 2022 By Zoey Indiana
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, please contact Zoey Indiana at [email protected].
Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover Art: ZDesigns
CONTENTS
Blurb
Join the Resistance
Fated Mates World Terminology
Chapter 1
How much did you have to drink last night?
Chapter 2
I, uh, don’t even know your name.
Chapter 3
I don’t suppose there’s a how to date a pack of shifters 101 book?
Chapter 4
You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.
Chapter 5
I am enough.
Chapter 6
What in the everloving… is this?
Chapter 7
You’re supposed to be intimidated by me.
Chapter 8
It’s so hot when you call me alpha.
Chapter 9
No. We. Can’t.
Chapter 10
Come on fellas, you’re gonna have to step up your boyfriend game.
Chapter 11
An unsuspecting person is the easiest kind of prey.
Chapter 12
Daddy’s home.
Chapter 13
I’m a demon, and I want what every demon wants.
Chapter 14
For every second you hesitate, I’ll kill another one of your pets.
Chapter 15
No point in trying to protect her from the truth.
Chapter 16
So tell me, are you really ready for that?
Chapter 17
And they’re going to watch while I make you…
Chapter 18
I told you, one isn’t enough for me. I’m greedy like that.
Chapter 19
How did… we get out here?
Chapter 20
Well, you got your wish.
Chapter 21
No take backs.
Chapter 22
I can’t wait to teach you the price of a soul.
Chapter 23
You’ll be bound here forever.
Chapter 24
No take-backs on a deal.
Chapter 25
Never turn your back on a hellhound.
Chapter 26
What? We were traveling. I thought you’d want a souvenir.
Chapter 27
Normal is overrated
Chapter 28
You forgot the first rule Rhiot gave you. Never trust a demon.
A special thanks to:
Also by Zoey Indiana
A Note from the Author
About the Author
BLURB
Parker's life takes an unexpected turn when she inherits her hoarder mother's estate, but sinking every penny into it was the only option to save it from foreclosure. Little did she know, her problems were just beginning.
After a drunken night of online chatting, Parker awakens to find six of the sexiest veteran shifter cleaners on her doorstep. She's never heard of shifters, and why are all six of them calling her mate?
As Parker struggles to come to terms with her newfound identity, she finds herself drawn to each of the shifters in different ways. But with the estate on the brink of collapse and a demon determined to steal her soul while destroying everything she's worked for, she doesn't think she can and embrace her destiny as the mate of these powerful shifters?
As passion and danger collide, Parker must navigate a world she never knew existed and fight to protect the people she loves. Will she be able to rise to the challenge and find happiness with her six shifter mates, or will the forces against them prove too strong to overcome?
Taking Out the Trash is first in a series of big, burly, tatted, veteran shifter polyam romances with a bi main character exploring her desires for the first time. If you love all pairings, danger, intrigue, and spicy times, then you won't want to miss this. Preorder Taking Out the Trash today!
JOIN THE RESISTANCE
What does Join the Resistance even mean? You just came here to read a book. Don't worry, I’ll let you read it in a bit, but bear with me for a moment.
First of all, welcome to the world of Zoey from wherever you are, whether that's Earth, some other planet, a galaxy far far away, or locked in a bathroom hiding from your family.
Before you jump into this story, I want to make sure you'll enjoy my quirky, laugh out loud, dark humor romances. There's nothing worse for a voracious romance reader than to get excited about a book, read the first few chapters, and then realize this isn't your jam. I know because I've been there. Hence this message.
My sense of humor isn't for everyone, so if you're looking for a cookie cutter, written for PG tv, kind of romance, I think you took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. You're welcome to stay and see if this quirky new world is for you. Here's your warning though. I want you to know what you're getting into before you scroll down and invest your time in one of my alternate realities.
So embrace the weirdness, let a little bit of your quirky side show, and shove reality away. Read a book, because you need a break from your life. Take a moment to practice some self care and laugh until you wet yourself, or cry until you've lost twenty pounds of stress.
^^^^^^^
That right there, that's the Resistance. Be you, whether that's a badass bitch, a book reading babe, or you have an odd penchant for dressing up as a bee, I won't judge. I love cosplaying too. In Zoey's world, the only rule is to be yourself.
Join the Resistance and my weekly email updates, and I’ll send you an exclusive, can’t get anywhere else, Shifter Speed Dating book.
DEDICATION AND CONTENT WARNING
To all the diverse individuals who walk through a less than perfect life and survive hard times, you are worthy. I appreciate all the hard work you’ve accomplished to be here and read my book.
You are amazing, and don’t let anyone else tell you different.
To the boyfriend that has learned to cook because I’m writing all night, thanks for the pizza! Lol.
And that critique partner of mine, Dawn’s a bit crazy, but all kinds of amazing.
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Trigger Warning.
While my characters are made up, they all have real world issues. For more details, go here: https://geni.us/ContentWarning
FATED MATES WORLD TERMINOLOGY
These are terms created for or specifically defined within my Fated Mates World, which means they may or may not be in this specific book.
CHAPTER1
HOW MUCH DID YOU HAVE TO DRINK LAST NIGHT?
I would die in this very spot, and no one would have a clue. Six hours… I'd been trapped under this pile of random shit for six fucking hours. My hips and back ached from how long I'd been stuck in this exact position. I'd tried everything I could think of, but the massive pile of unknown stuff never moved.
Something heavy had landed on my back, keeping me pinned face down on scattered newspapers and the occasional book. How did I know there were books when I couldn't see them? Because of the sharp corners stabbing into me.
If that level of depressing suckage wasn't enough, I had to pee. My bladder hurt… felt like it was about to burst. Because, of course, the first time I decided to drink alcohol, I'd end up shit faced and trapped under a pile of a hoarder's treasure. To relieve some of the pressure off my cheek, I dug my shoulder into the newspaper floor and tilted my head until my forehead pressed against the mess underneath me. The small amount of relief I felt from the change of position was enough to stop me from going insane. For now.
Ding dong.
"You've got to be shitting me." I grumbled into the ancient yellowed newspapers. Someone at the door wouldn't matter. I couldn't get off the floor… erm, pile of stuff that acted as a floor, to answer the door. Whoever was on the other side would eventually think someone wasn't home and leave. And so would my only chance at being rescued.
"Ha." I couldn't stop the sarcastic laugh from escaping. Even if they did come in, whoever they were wouldn't want to sign up for this insanity. I didn't even want to deal with this nightmare my life had become. Thanks mother dearest.
Ding dong. Ding dong.
Who rang the doorbell multiple times? Seriously, just go away and let me die. Sure, I would be in the hall of shame for dumb ways to go, but I'd already accepted my fate. Not only would I die in one of the most embarrassing ways in history, I'd go with the dullest life experiences. Why? Because I'd always done what I was supposed to do… every single expectation my mother had, I jumped at the chance to please them. I was an idiot. A boring, lame, not once destined to save the world, sheltered little girl that grew in an inexperienced woman. Fuck, my life was pathetic.
"Parker, are you okay?" The deep voice sent shivers through me. I'd never heard it before, and a part of me wanted to hear more of it.
I imagined this unknown man growling in my ear. Then my senses came back to me. While I was on the verge of being crushed to death, someone had broken into my house. Great, just what I needed. Good luck mister robber. If you can find anything valuable, then he deserved it.
The logical side of my brain caught up to current events. First thing, a robber wouldn't call out my name as he broke into my house. Second, I didn't know anyone with a voice so delicious… uh; I meant distinct. Yeah. Should I respond or hope they gave up and left? My mother would have insisted I remain silent. Her voice slid through my memory. "Men were a distraction to a woman's career." I rolled my eyes at the phrase she'd said throughout my childhood and even after I'd moved out on my own.
Fuck that. If I was going to leave this world, it would be after doing something ridiculous. I'd call the man with the delicious voice over, then I could die from embarrassment. "I'm over here!" What I'd intended to be a shout came out more as a breathy groan. I barely had room to breathe. It seemed shouting was impossible.
A burning hot pain shot through my neck as I tried to turn my head to see the footsteps that approached. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. My mysterious, silver tongued hero or burglar's looks would have to remain a mystery just a bit longer.
"Over here!"
Just like last time, his voice made me shudder. With a voice like that, the man had to be hot as hell. I hoped he had a beard… and tattoos. Not only would it make my mother roll in her grave, I'd always loved looking at burly, tatted up, bearded guys. Add in hair that was long enough to pull and I couldn't think of a good reason to ever leave the house.
The crushing weight finally lifted off me. I sucked in a deep breath, then immediately regretted it as I choked on the oxygen. My lungs seized as the rush of air shocked them. Hands grabbed my arms and shoulders, then the world tilted as they lifted me to my feet. I bent over and grabbed my knees as my equilibrium spun. Hands patted my back, helping me calm.
Actually, there were more than two hands. I counted enough to equal three people. When I got my breathing under control, I dared to follow the black boots that stood at the top of my vision. My gaze slid up, taking in black cargo pants that rode low on a pair of hips. Further up, a black tactical vest contained… bottles of cleaning solution. What the actual fuck?
The moment I went full vertical, my balance tilted again. I stepped back to catch myself. In front of me stood a massive man, the kind I had to look up to just to catch a view of his chin… his bearded chin. My fingers itched with the need to touch it. I didn't. It would be weird to stroke a hot stranger's beard. Wouldn't it? I shook my head. Of course it would be weird. Jeez Parker, stop being such a weirdo.
I turned, taking in the other four men and one woman standing all around me. The sound of newspapers sliding preceding my right foot slipping out from underneath me. The giant of a man caught me before I fell on my ass in front of everyone.
They all wore similar black tactical gear with cleaning supplies. Colorful bottles of solution, a duster, a roll of trash bags, and… was that a broom and a mop with shoulder straps? Who in the hell were these people?
"Parker, are you okay?" The deliciously deep voice asked from behind me. After a few tries, I accepted the fact that I was speechless.
My brain nudged at me, telling me I'd missed a crucial detail. Every brain cell misfired as I looked them over again. Correction, five of them wore black tactical gear. Every single one of them was drop dead gorgeous, and it made me feel out of place. One of the guys stood off to the side with his arms crossed over his chest. I blinked. No, that couldn't be right. I blinked again, but the sight stayed the same.
A man stood taller than those closest to him. Peeking over his crossed arms was a ruffled white fabric with black lace woven through it and tied in a bow. There was even a small scattering of chest hair sticking over the edge. The hem of the skirt ended well above his knee, revealing a badass tattoo that covered his entire right thigh. My gaze traveled up to his face. A plush black beard contrasted with the skimpy maid's outfit he wore.
"I…" Words failed me again. I gestured to the man whose outfit didn't fit the others.
He rolled his eyes as he tightened his grip on his arms. "They thought it would be funny to prank me. Did you know, not only did they buy this ridiculous outfit, they stole the rest of my clothes, so I'd have to wear this?"
"Uh, no. I don't even know who all of you are." For whatever reason, it hadn't dawned on me that all these incredibly attractive people were standing in my house. Like inside, where they could take in the horror of what my mother left me to inherit. Mortification slammed into me. They'd seen the awful mess. "You all need to leave."
"Parker?" The burly man's voice from behind me caught my attention. He waited until I turned around to continue. "You don't remember asking us to come here, do you?"
Ice slid down my spine. I'd been pretty drunk last night, but since I'd never had alcohol before and I'd decided to take shots of everything in my mother's 'social hour' cabinet, I wasn't even surprised I'd woken up with a hangover.
"How much did you have to drink last night?"
"Seeing how I'm awake now, apparently not enough. Who are you, and how do you know me?"
The man bared his teeth at me, making a sound that I could only describe as a hiss. "Never again. From now on, if you need something, you ask us."
I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. "Why would I ask you anything?"
"Because we're your mates."
Hard stop. Mates? A giddy feeling in my belly told me he didn't mean a friend. I held a finger up for him to give me a minute. A sharp pain slid through my abdomen, reminding me I had yet to relieve myself after my drunken night of mistakes.
One of the other men spoke up. "I know it's a lot to take in, and you're probably really confused, but we are all your fated mates."
I'd read enough werewolf romance novels to know what they meant, and they were dead wrong. Shifters weren't real.
"Yeah mate, tell us what you need, and we'll get it for you."
"I need to pee." And with that, I stomped out to the nearest bathroom and locked myself inside.
CHAPTER2
I, UH, DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME.
Why wouldn't the ground open and swallow me whole? I sat on the bathroom floor with my back propped against the wall and hugged my legs to my chest as I rested my forehead on my knees. Not only had people witnessed the horror I lived in, but they had to be the hottest people in the world. Even the woman had made me look twice and left me shoving a deeper desire I refused to even consider right now.
Knock, knock. "Parker?"
It was the giant of a man's voice.
Dammit. Why couldn't they leave so I could be alone? Their presence ruined the relief from relieving myself. "Go away."
I heard sounds on the other side of the door that sounded like he'd sat on the floor. "Come out and talk to us."
I pressed my forehead against my knee harder, trying to ignore the giant bearded sex god.
"Or, just talk to me. We're worried about you."
