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THE SUMMER I LOST MY ‘V’ CARD
DISCLAIMER
Dearest Lanee Reader,
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.
This book and all its content are protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred, or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. Every word in here means something to me, please respect that.
Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Lanee. All rights reserved.
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TRIGGER VITAL WARNINGS
Let me be very clear with you before you turn to another page.
This book contains content that some readers may find deeply distressing. I am not writing this warning to scare you away. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives inside these pages. This is not a soft romance. This is not a love story that plays it safe. Dominated by the three Alphas is dark, heavy, and filled with surprises.
Please read the following carefully.
- Strong language
- Explicit sexual contents
- Graphic scenes
- Stalking
- Obsessive and possessive behavior
- Emotional abuse and manipulation
- Coercion and obsessive behavior
- Betrayal
- Forced proximity and captivity
This is a dark LGBTQ romance. The love here is complicated and it is costly. The characters are flawed in ways that will frustrate you, unsettle you, and at certain points make you question everything you thought you wanted from a love story. That is intentional and frankly the point.
Please take care of yourself while reading. It is okay to put the book down, to step away, breathe, and come back only when you are ready. If you choose not to come back at all, I understand. Your mental health and your comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written.
This book is strictly for readers 18 and above. You have been warned, darling. What happens next is up to you.
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POINT OF VIEW
This story is written in dual first-person POV. You will live primarily inside Raven’s head because that is where the real war is fought. The perspective of other characters would appear selectively when their inner worlds deepen the emotional stakes. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you lost or hanging. Trust me.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you all genuinely. Out of everything you could be reading right now, you chose this. That is not something I take lightly.
This story asked a lot of me to write and I hope it asks something of you to read. Leave your thoughts in the comments. Every review, every reaction, every message keeps me going on the days the words refuse to come. I read everything and I appreciate every single one of you more than I know how to say.
Now meet Raven Pookies.
With much love,
Ivy Lanee
XOXO 🌹
TEASE ME, BABYRAVEN POVThe next morning, Nicole was already in the kitchen wearing only a loose crop top that barely covered her ass with no panties. I know Nicole. She only does this when no one else in the house is around. She bent over the oven trying to put the chicken in for roasting. Her round, smooth ass pointed straight at me, her lips visible for a brief second between her thighs. The sight alone was heavenly, but I had to force myself to look away. “We’re going to the museum,” she said, standing upright. “You’re not going alone.”~ ~ ~ ~We drove there in silence. There was a lot of traffic but we finally made it. At the statue, no one waited. My phone vibrated instead.Look behind the statue on your left. Enjoy the show.We found the envelope with a USB drive. In a quiet alcove, I played it.The video wasn’t of me, this time around.It was Sarah… my best friend. The bitch was naked on her knees in Daniel’s bedroom, collar around her neck.“Please, Daniel… fuck me. I’ll
GAME ON, BITCHRAVEN POVDaniel swore he deleted everything after we broke up. Gosh, why did I ever think it was a good idea to get fucking recorded? “Jeez.”Before I could spiral, my door was open.Nicole came in, still wearing only Jake’s oversized shirt, and her hair was scattered. She slammed the door behind her and locked it.“Raven, what the hell was that knock about?” She demanded, eyes filled with anger and worry. “You looked like you were about to cry when you saw me with Jake.”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My eyes found their way to her bare thighs, her shirt barely covered her pussy. Even at this moment, with everything happening, my urges still tried to betray me.Nicole stepped closer with a low voice. “Talk to me. Is it the fire? The baby? Or is it… me?She sat on the bed, too close. Her knee brushed against my thigh. “I’m fine,” I lied, my voice cracked a bit.She leaned in, searching my eyes. For a second there, I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead,
THE NEWSRAVEN POVMy thighs were still slick when the explosion sounded so loud like thunder. Laura’s fingers had just pulled out of me, my cum still all over them as she licked them clean with that lazy smirk. One second I was shaking through an orgasm while picturing Nicole’s face, the next the whole neighborhood seemed to shake.We bolted outside half-dressed, hearts beating so fast. Thick black smoke billowed a few blocks away. Fire trucks screamed past us, moving with fast speed. Neighbors spilled into the streets, phones out, voices rising in panic.I pushed through the crowd. Everyone was trying to ensure the injuries were kept safe and sound. “What the fuck happened??” I yelled trying to understand the situation.“They were cooking and the gas exploded. The poor baby was inside with no one left in the house.” An old lady said, “The fuck??! What sort of fool would do such a thing?” I yelled in anger.“What about the baby?” I asked with hope of desperation praying to God that h
TEMPTATION RAVEN POVI’ve always been addicted to porn. I mean why wouldn’t I be?It’s only one woman who can make me cum.Nicole. My stepsister.The same girl who eats breakfast with me every morning, laughs at Dad’s stupid jokes, and acts like she isn’t out there letting the whole internet watch her get fucked senseless.I remember the moment I met her when she walked into the kitchen in nothing but an oversized T-shirt. The morning light was visible on her leg as she poured the coffee in silence. She looked up, caught me smiling, and smiled. That was it. That was the moment I was done for.Twenty one years old and this is what my life had become. Locked in my room on the first week of summer, curtains drawn, laptop open, completely feral over a woman I could never have. Dad was at work. Laura was somewhere in the house being loud about it.And Nicole was always the problem.Ever since our parents got married and she moved in, I’ve been quietly losing my mind over her. Looking at
THE SUMMER I LOST MY ‘V’ CARDDISCLAIMERDearest Lanee Reader,This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.This book and all its content are protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred, or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. Every word in here means something to me, please respect that.Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Lanee. All rights reserved.— ¶ ¶ —TRIGGER VITAL WARNINGSLet me be very clear with you before you turn to another page.This book contains content that some readers may find deeply distressing. I am not writing this warning to scare you away. I am writing it because I respect you enough to be honest about what lives inside these pages. This is n







