Bred Winner

Alora: I'm super successful in my career, but finding a strong, handsome, and virile high-powered executive with a graduate degree to fall in love with so we can have perfect children together while living in our big, beautiful house has eluded me. I'm thirty-four years old, and I've come to the realization that like everything else in my life, I'm going to have to do it myself. I don't need the man, not when I have three goofy best friends who will love and protect any child I have.

Now I just need to go to the clinic to pick out the right donor so I can have that perfect child.

But first, I'm going to run this idea past the trio of misfits who have been by my side since my sophomore year in college.

I love Coen, Oakley, and Tristan with all of my heart, and even though they are college educated, they don't fit the ideal image I've had in my head since I was nine years old. Which is too bad, because they are in perfect in every other way.

We've bided our time for fifteen years waiting for Alora to find "the one"—her picture perfect match that we know does not exist. Even if she met a man with the education, career, and even the looks, we know no man will ever love her like we do. No man will ever cherish her like we do. No man will bend time and space to give her everything she wants, like we will.

We'll do anything to make her ours, so when she comes with this crazy idea about IVF, we put fifteen years of longing and friendship on the line.

"Give us 90-days to knock you up. We're going to be a part of the baby's life regardless of who the father is, so why not let it be one of us?"

We'll sell it as friends with benefits if that's what she needs. If she happens to fall in love in the process—even better.

We have 90-days to convince her what we've known all along—she belongs with us.

Bred Winner is a Rom-Com Reverse Harem

Fun, hijinks, and lots of sexy time will ensue to include MF, MFMM.