MasukMakayla Hopkins - I promised myself I’d never get involved with a politician, but Stacey Sherbourn changed everything. Now I know the truth, and it’s uglier than I ever imagined. Her lies aren’t just personal—they threaten everything I care about. Armed with proof of her corruption, I’ve come to the Colorado Rockies to stop her before she can destroy the pristine wilderness she’s so eager to sacrifice. But what I didn’t plan for was Lilac Ray. Fierce, sharp, and breathtaking, she’s everything Stacey isn’t—and everything I can’t afford to be distracted by. Lilac Ray- When Makayla Hopkins arrived in the Rockies, I knew she wasn’t just another hiker seeking solace. She came with purpose—and danger. My half-sister Stacey had already done enough to destroy these mountains, and I wasn’t about to trust her ex, no matter how determined or charming she seemed. But Makayla’s not who I expected. Beneath her cool, tech-savvy exterior, there’s a fire that matches my own. The closer we get to taking Stacey down, the more I realize the real danger might not be trusting Makayla—it might be falling for her. Book 6 in the Ravenwood Series. It can be read as a standalone. However, to learn about the characters and past events that may be referenced, you should check out the rest of the series. Book 1 - The Princes of Ravenwood (staring Makayla's triplet cousins Darius, Elijah, and Forrest) Book 2 - Chasing Kitsune Book 3 - Expect the Unexpected Book 4 - Out of My League (staring Makayla's cousin Reese) Book 5 - Man's Best Wingman (staring Makayla's cousin Clay featuring her in a supporting role)
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“Sige na, love. Magaling kang magsalita kaya alam ko na mapapayag mo ang supervisor ko na bigyan pa ako ng chance. Kailangan ko ang trabaho kong ito lalo at nag-iipon ako ng para sa kasal natin…”
Nagulat ako sa sinabing iyon ni Julius. Boyfriend ko for 5 years. Hindi siya mayaman pero hindi rin naman mahirap. May maayos kasing trabaho ang mga magulang niya kaya hindi siya obligated to share sa pamilya nila.
“N-Nagpopropose ka ba?” alanganin kong tanong. Bigla siyang nagulat ngunit saglit lang at nakabawi na rin ito.
“Ayaw ko sanang malaman mo ang tungkol sa pag-iipon ko dahil gusto kong i-surprise ka. Kulang pa naman kasi kaya hindi pa sapat sa kasal na gusto kong ibigay sayo.”
“Alam mong hindi ako mapili. Kahit sa huwes ay okay na sa akin,” mahina kong tugon. Hindi naman sa pagiging atat, pero kagaya ng sinabi ko ay five years na kaming magkasintahan. Ilang beses na niyang hiniling na may mangyari sa amin ngunit nanindigan akong kailangan na mauna ang kasal. Aaminin ko, gusto ko na rin na may mangyari na sa amin dahil ayaw ko na maging dahilan iyon upang maghanap siya ng iba.
“Pero hindi ibig sabihin non ay yon na lang din ang ibibigay ko sayo. Kaya nga nakikiusap ako, kausapin mo lang ang supervisor ko na alam ko na madadaan mo sa pag-e-English mo. Vouch for me, okay?”
Mukhang kailangan na kailangan niya talaga ang tulong ko kaya naman tumango na ako bilang pagsang-ayon. Kakausapin lang pala eh, wala naman masama kahit na lalaki pa ang supervisor niya dahil dalawa naman daw kami na haharap. Isa pa, kasama ng supervisor niya ang pamilya nito.
Nasa isang mamahaling hotel kami, hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit dito pa niya ako dinala para mag-dinner, yun pala ay nandito din ang supervisor na sinasabi niya.
Kumain muna kami at sa buong oras na ‘yon ay dama ko ang pag-aalaga niya. Ang ngiti sa kanyang mga labi ay hindi nawawala kaya naman sobrang saya ko talaga.
Naisip ko ang sinabi niyang pag-iipon para kasal namin. Doon ko naramdaman yung butterflies sa sikmura na tinatawag nila. Dahil din sa sinabi niyang iyon ay napag-isip ko na siguro nga ay panahon para pagbigyan ko na siya sa matagal na niyang hinihiling sa akin tutal, may plano naman pala siya na pakasalan ako.
Kumain na kami at kahit na ayaw ko sanang uminom ay sinaluhan ko na rin siya. Konti lang naman kaya sigurado akong hindi ako malalasing.
“Nasa 10th floor siya, love. Tara na?” yaya sa akin ni Julius. Ngumiti ako at tinanggap ang kanyang kamay para maalalayan niya ako.
Sa elevator ay naramdaman kong bigla ang pagkahilo.
That’s odd. Konti lang naman ang ininom ko.
“Okay ka lang, love?” Tinignan ko si Julius at kita ko ang pag-aalala sa kanyang mukha. Naisip ko ang sinabi niya na pag-iipon para sa amin kasal kaya sinikap ko na ‘wag ipahalata sa kanya ang nararamdaman ko.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Ngumiti pa ako para mas convincing. Pumulupot ang isang kamay niya sa bewang ko papunta sa likod at sumandig naman ako sa kanyang dibdib.
Habang naghihintay kaming huminto ang elevator ay tila lalong lumalala ang nararamdaman ko. Pero parang kaya ko pa naman.
“Naku, nakalimutan ko yata ang cellphone ko sa table natin.” Nag-aalala akong napatingin sa kanya, kalalabas lang namin ng elevator eh. “Wait lang, balikan ko. Pero kung gusto mong mauna na, sinabi ko naman na kay Sir ang pagdating natin ay pwede naman. Room 1006 lang.”
“W-Wait–” Hindi ko na natapos ang sasabihin ko dahil agad na siyang humalik sa aking pisngi at sumakay na rin sa kabilang elevator.
Naiwan akong nagdodoble ang paningin kaya naman naisip ko na hindi ko na siya hintayin. Puntahan ko na lang ang silid ng kanyang supervisor at humingi ng tulong na pabilikin siya agad. Mukhang hindi ako tatagal at babagsak na rin.
Naglakad ako at sinisikap na tignan ang bawat numero ng pintuan. Hanggang sa napasandal ako sa pintuan na malapit lang sa akin na ginamit ko para maging gabay.
Ganon na lang ang gulat ko ng biglang bumukas ang pinto at kung hindi dahil sa mga kamay na sumalo sa akin ay baka sa sahig na ako pupulutin.
“Ganito na ba ang style ng mga babae ngayon? Doorbell tapos biglang tutumba?” Nagtaka ako sa sinabi ng boses ng lalaki. Nag-angat ako ng tingin ngunit hindi ko naman makita ng malinaw ang kanyang mukha.
Senglot na senglot na ang pakiramdam ko.
“Bakit ang dami mo?” taka kong tanong.
“Really? Lasing ka na agad? May ibubuga ka pa ba?” tanong na naman ng lalaki habang sa tingin ko ay sinasara na niya ang pintuan. Tanging ang malamlam na ilaw na nagmumula yata sa dalawang sulok ng silid lang bukas kaya madilim ang buong paligid. Ni hindi ko makita ang kanyang mukha.
“Please call Julius,” sabi ko habang sinusubukan kong tumayo ng tuwid. Ayaw kong isipin ng supervisor niya na wala ako sa hulog.
“I don’t do threesome, baby…”
“Huh?” Ano daw ang sabi niya? Saan naman niya nakuha ang bagay na ‘yon? Magsasalita na ako ulit ng bigla ko na lang naramdaman ang mamasa-masa kung anong dumampi sa mga labi ko.
Bigla kong nailabas ang dila ko para lasahan kung ano ‘yon ngunit biglang may humuli non kasunod ay sinipsip. The man is sucking my tongue!
Ang mga mata kong gusto nang pumikit ay biglang nanlaki kahit natural ng malalaki iyon. Agad umangat ang kamay ko para itulak ang mapangahas na lalaking nananamantala sa akin ngunit bakit parang pader siya na hindi matinag.
Naramdaman ko ang kamay niya sa aking tagiliran, kasunod ang paghapit niya sa akin palapit pa na halos kahit hangin ay hindi na makadaan sa pagitan namin.
Yung hilo ko kanina ay nadagdagan na ng init, pakiramdam ko ay nagliliyab na ang aking katawan. Ang halik niya ay tinutugon ko na ngayon dahil sa masarap na pakiramdam na binibigay nito sa akin.
Naramdaman ko ang pag-angat ng aking mga paa mula sa sahig kasunod ang pagpulupot ng mga binti ko sa bewang niya at ang aking mga kamay ay napunta na sa kanyang balikat hanggang makarating ito sa batok at likod na bahagi ng kanyang ulo kung saan nagsimula ng humagod sa hindi ko malamang dahilan.
May matigas na dumudunggol sa pagitan ng aking mga hita at sa tuwing ikikiskis ko doon ay mas lalo pang nagiging masarap sa pakiramdam.
Hindi ko alam kung paano nangyari pero, alam ko na hubad na kami pareho at ayaw ko na rin na tumigil pa sa pagpapalitan namin ng halik, haplos at pagdama sa katawan ng isa’t-isa.
“Urgh!” nabigla kong daing ng magsimula siyang itulos ang kanyang pagkalalaki sa loob ko. “Masakit!”
“Shit, I’m sorry. You should have told me that this is your first time,” mahinang sabi niya kasabay ang paghaplos sa aking pisngi. Banayad lang iyon, nakakatangay. Sa kanyang pagsasalita ay muli kong nalanghap ang amoy ng alak sa kanyang hininga. Malamang dahil sa paghahalikan namin ay lalo akong nalasing.
Dinama ko ang kanyang pisngi, merong maliliit na facial hair na nagdulot ng kiliti sa mga palad ko.
“Are you feeling okay now?” tanong niya maya-maya konti. Tumango ako, kasunod ang dahan dahan niyang paggalaw sa loob ko.
Uncomfortable at masakit pero bearable. Ang dahan dahan ay unti-unting bumilis hanggang sa naririnig ko na ang sarili kong boses na sumisigaw sa sarap. Iniengganyo siyang bilisan pa at diinan ang bawat tulos.
And him? He obliged without question. Bringing me to the heights sa hindi ko alam kung ilang beses. Hanggang sa ginupo na kami ng pagod at tuluyan ng nawalan ng malay.
It started with boxes. So many boxes. And tape. And that loud, evil screeching sound the tape makes when Makayla yanks it across a box. I hated it. I barked at it. She didn’t stop. Lilac kept saying things like “fresh start,” “more space,” and “better for the baby.” What baby? I’m the baby! Meanwhile, Makayla grumbled about how the penthouse echo messed with her audio setup. I didn’t understand any of it. The apartment in the sky was our home. My home. The only one I’d ever known in all my two glorious years of life. I had a routine here—a rhythm. I knew which floorboards creaked, which elevator made a weird noise, and which neighbors gave me treats. I also knew exactly where the sun hit the rug every morning, so I could stretch dramatically and ensure everyone noticed. And Central Park? It was right there. Just a few blocks away. Prime walking territory. Squirrel central. I’d marked every important tree, bush, and trash can between our building and there. That was my kingdom. My pe
Spring in New York didn’t smell like the mountains, but it felt just as sacred that morning. The rooftop air was soft and full of life—honeyed light filtering through string and flowering vines overhead. Laughter drifted from somewhere behind me, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of a corgi barking in protest—probably Pockets voicing his opinion about something. My hands trembled, but not from nerves. Not really. It was unfiltered, unapologetic wonder at how far we’d come. From a firelit cabin in the Rockies to this rooftop, where the skyline bowed slightly to make space for love. I stood in front of a full-length mirror in a quiet corner of the venue, taking in the dress I had designed and stitched with my hands—ivory silk, scattered with embroidered lavender and wildflowers, delicate vines curling up the hem like memory. A dress meant to root me here, in this moment, in this forever. I stood just inside the floral archway leading to the aisle, my hand resting on my father’s. H
There’s chaos, and then there’s Frost-family-holiday chaos. And honestly? I loved every second of it. Eduardo Alfonso Nikolaidis, all eleven pounds of one-and-a-half-month-old chubby cheeked cuteness, had already stolen every heart in the room. Clay cradled his son with more care than I think he's ever held anything, while Xenia kept brushing her fingers through his dark curls like she couldn’t believe he was real. Between her and Clay, their son would grow up with the wildest stories, the best genetics, and more love than he’d know what to do with. Reese and Don were wrangling their almost-three-year-old twins—Nik and Leo—who were tag-teaming a mission to dismantle the Frost Christmas tree ornament by ornament. The triplets were trying, and failing, to keep a straight face while scolding their twins, the mischievous duo Saki and Akio, who kept sticking bows on everyone’s backs like walking presents. Hikari was reading peacefully in the corner, while little Ryū, at four, was already
The apartment smelled like cardboard and shipping tape a week after moving in. Boxes were stacked in the hallway, the dining room, and beside the front door, and one particularly stubborn box served as a makeshift coffee table. Fabric bolts leaned like sleepy giants against the wall in my studio space, and my sketchbooks were scattered across the couch. And somehow, it still felt like home. Pockets trotted past me with a sock he stole— Makayla’s sock, of course — and disappeared upstairs like he was on a top-secret mission. I smiled and let him go. We had all fallen into our roles around there. He was the guardian of snack time and chaos. I was the hurricane in leggings and paint-splattered sweatshirts. And Makayla was the gravity holding the whole thing together. She was in the kitchen, half-dressed in one of her favorite hoodies — her rainbow curls tied up in a bun as she typed one-handed on her laptop and drank coffee with the other. I could tell by the set of her jaw she was
The hotel room was quiet, wrapped in a soft hush that made every sound more intimate. Outside the window, snow fell slowly, drifting spirals, catching the light like dust in a cathedral. The only glow came from Makayla’s laptop on the table and the muted blue screen of my phone in my lap. Pockets w
The screen went dark with a final, satisfying click. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding—long, slow, and shaky. The kind of breath that doesn’t just leave your lungs but peels back something deeper. The war room we’d built from this hotel desk was finally silent. The strategy had bee
We'd gone into town for lunch to have lunch with Makayla’s cousins. Or at least the ones still in town. Her cousins Darius and Elijah had taken earlier flights home to Boston, which left Reese, Clay, and Forrest behind. Given the triplets and their wife, I'm still wrapping my head around that poly r
The alert sliced through the stillness just after 6 a.m., a secure ping that buzzed insistently from Reese’s private line: Emergency injunction filed. She’s coming for the data. Check your vaults. I didn’t bother replying to Reese. Instead, I quietly slipped out of bed to not disturb Lilac beside m
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