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  A Daring Journey

  The Dare Menage Series, Book 6

  Jeanne St. James

  Copyright © 2019 by Jeanne St. James

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  Contents

  Disclaimer

  Books by Jeanne St. James

  The Dare Menage Series

  About this Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  If You Enjoyed This Book

  Forever Him Sneak Peek

  About Forever Him

  Forever Him - Chapter One

  Also by Jeanne St. James

  About the Author

  FREE Erotic Sampler Book

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice (BDSM or otherwise) without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. The author will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

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  Books by Jeanne St. James

  * Available in Audiobook

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  Made Maleen: A Modern Twist on a Fairy Tale

  Damaged *

  Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy *

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  Brothers in Blue Series:

  (Can be read as standalones)

  Brothers in Blue: Max *

  Brothers in Blue: Marc *

  Brothers in Blue: Matt *

  Teddy: A Brothers in Blue Novelette *

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  The Dare Ménage Series:

  (Can be read as standalones)

  Double Dare *

  Daring Proposal *

  Dare to Be Three *

  A Daring Desire

  Dare to Surrender

  A Daring Journey

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  The Obsessed Novellas:

  (All the novellas in this series are standalones)

  Forever Him *

  Only Him

  Needing Him

  Loving Her

  Temping Him

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  Down & Dirty: Dirty Angels MC Series:

  (Can be read as standalones)

  Down & Dirty: Zak *

  Down & Dirty: Jag *

  Down & Dirty: Hawk *

  Down & Dirty: Diesel *

  Down & Dirty: Axel *

  Down & Dirty: Slade *

  Down & Dirty: Dawg *

  Down & Dirty: Dex *

  Down & Dirty: Linc

  Down & Dirty: Crow

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  Guts & Glory Series

  (In the Shadows Security)

  Guts & Glory: Mercy

  Guts & Glory: Ryder

  Guts & Glory: Hunter

  Guts & Glory: Walker

  Guts & Glory: Steel

  Guts & Glory: Brick

  The Dare Menage Series

  The Dare Ménage Series:

  (All can be read as standalones)

  Double Dare

  Daring Proposal

  Dare to Be Three

  A Daring Desire

  Dare to Surrender

  A Daring Journey

  About this Book

  Two paths: one new, one familiar. And a burning desire to choose them both...

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  When Damon spots a stunning redhead on his plane, the pilot’s determined to get to know her better. It’s been a long time since he’s experienced an instant connection with anyone. The last time was with his former lover, who left without an explanation over five years ago, devastating him. Though now cautious when it comes to relationships, MacKenzie just might be everything he’s looking for and more.

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  Not expecting to meet the tall, dark and handsome captain on her flight home, Mac finds Damon’s domineering persistence a turn-on. She decides to take a chance on him, which, in the end, might be a mistake when a person from his past returns. A man Damon loved and still does.

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  The last five years had been dark journey for Trevor, and he’s now ready to return to the light. He’s back in Boston to not only ask for forgiveness but to reconnect with Damon, since he still loves the man. However, there’s a complication. Damon is seeing someone else and Trevor might be too late.

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  Note: This book in the series can be read as stand-alone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes MMF scenes between all three characters.

  A special thanks to Leslee Nevill on not only giving me the idea of making Mac a Medical Claims Investigator but taking the time to explain what a day in the life of one was all about.

  Chapter 1

  Mac sighed softly and leaned her head back against her seat. Closing her eyes, she let her best friend and former college roommate’s rambling words go in one ear and out the other.

  She loved Gia to death, but sometimes the woman talked too damn much.

  Not sometimes.

  Most of the time.

  And now, after spending the last week with her at her home in Arizona, she was ready for some peace and quiet. Which wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

  No. Because she was stuck on a plane with the woman sitting right next to her.

  She loved Gia to death.

  I love Gia to death.

  But right now, she wanted to “kiss” her with a club.

  Unfortunately, since they were on a plane flying to Boston, she didn’t have a club handy. And, truth be told, the TSA frowned on carrying weapons in the cabin of an airplane.

  Even if it was in first class. Which was where their asses were currently planted.

  Maybe she should order another drink. They were free, after all, and it would soothe her frayed nerves.

  She was never a huge fan of flying and was glad to have a companion with her, but still...

  She was sorely tempted to get a third martini.

  The only reason Gia was accompanying her back to Boston was because one of her brothers recently had twins. For some reason, Gia had volunteered to come help out Grae’s newly expanded family for a little while, which surprised the crap out of Mac.

  Apparently, the mother of said twins was a little overwhelmed.

  Twins would do that to you, sh
e guessed.

  “She didn’t even want kids in the first place,” Gia was saying.

  Mac lifted one eyelid. “Who?”

  “Paige. She was in no rush to pop out any kids and then when she got knocked up, she freaked when she found out she was having twins.”

  “Does it run in the family?”

  “Whose?”

  Mac opened her other eye and shrugged one shoulder as she looked at Gia. “Hers. Yours.”

  “Not in ours. I’m not sure about hers. But I’m also not sure about Connor’s.”

  Mac shook her head. “Connor?”

  “Yes, I told you. Both of my brothers are in polyamory relationships.”

  Oh, yes, that’s right. How odd was that?

  Both of Gia’s older brothers, Grae and Gryff, were “married” to another couple. Or however that worked.

  Was that even legal?

  She didn’t care. It wasn’t her business.

  “Remember? Grae’s with Paige and Connor.” Gia leaned into Mac and whispered. “Connor is a hot hunk of Australian white meat. Phew.” She lifted a well-manicured finger. “And he still has his accent. Every time I hear it, I want to break out my vibrator, since Grae won’t share him with me.”

  Mac twisted her head and stared at her friend. “Why in the hell would your brother share his husband with his sister?” She wrinkled up her nose. “Ew!”

  Gia grinned, her dark brown eyes sparkling. “It’s not like I’m related to him.”

  “Do they have an open relationship?”

  “No.”

  Mac threw up her hands and rolled her eyes. “Well then... I don’t blame Grae for not letting you ‘borrow’ his husband. Wait. Are they officially married now?”

  “They’re married, but I don’t think it’s legally binding. Paige and Connor were already married when they met Grae.”

  “Wasn’t that weird?”

  Gia shrugged. “Not for them, I guess. Not for me, either. It works. Honestly, I’m so damn jealous. I want what they have. I want what Gryff has, too.”

  Ah yes. Gryff. When Mac had met both Grae and Gryff while in college, she had endless fantasies about both of Gia’s brothers. But she never told Gia because those fantasies were so dirty, she’d end up getting herself off just by thinking about them. Sometimes she pretended she was with both of them at the same time.

  Yes, she could understand Gia’s fascination with threesomes. And her brothers were dark and mysterious, and so damn hot.

  Both were also super-duper alpha males.

  Yum.

  However, those types were great for sex, but hard to live with as Mac had discovered.

  Mac squeezed her thighs together and slowly let out a breath. Getting horny thirty thousand feet in the air wasn’t going to do her any good. Especially since she couldn’t do anything about it.

  It turns out that Gryff and Grae were both bisexual, which made those fantasies even hotter. Not that she had any with the two of them recently.

  Okay, she might have. But she wasn’t confessing that to Gia.

  While she never met Connor, she had seen Trey Holloway, Gryff’s husband or boyfriend or lover—whatever—on the television many, many times. He was a Super Bowl Champion, after all. If she remembered correctly, Trey retired from football a few years back and now was an attorney at Gryff’s high-profile law firm.

  She wiped at the corner of her mouth.

  Maybe she needed to add Trey to her fantasy harem, too...

  Oh good lord, she needed to get laid. It had been too long. She needed to stop fantasizing about the men in Gia’s family like a sex-starved addict.

  Ugh. Honestly, she just needed to get laid to take off the edge.

  She realized Gia was still talking.

  Of course.

  “One of these days, I’m going to find two good men and won’t our parents freak out when I bring them home for Thanksgiving.”

  “Why?”

  “Because, can you imagine, three out of your four children being in threesomes? You’d probably start wondering where you went wrong.”

  That could be a little odd, she supposed. But then, weren’t threesomes odd in general? While she’d fantasized about them, she’d never been in one in reality. “Or what you did right,” Mac suggested. “What about Gayle?”

  “Gayle can’t find one good man to put up with her bougie ass.”

  Mac bit back a snort. “And you can?”

  Gia’s dark, full lips flattened out. “I’m picky.”

  A sigh slipped past Mac’s. “I have no room to talk. I mean, we went to our college reunion as each other’s dates the other night. So, I’m in the same boat. Where are all the good ones?”

  A set of eyeballs peering in between the two seats in front of them had Mac jerking back in surprise and pinning herself to her seat.

  The blue eyes blinked. The mouth also related to the face grinned. “Hi, ladies. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. If you’re looking for a volunteer to be in your threesome...” He waggled his blond, bushy eyebrows. “Being with two women has always been a fantasy of mine.”

  Gia stared at the guy, turned to look at Mac, raised a sculpted dark eyebrow and then rolled her eyes.

  “It’s most men’s fantasy. It just will never be their reality,” Gia informed him.

  Suddenly, the guy was perched on his knees and leaning over the back of the seat. The stranger lowered his voice to an almost Barry White low. “But you ladies can make it my reality.” No, Mac was wrong, it was more like Barry Manilow.

  Did he think that come-on was sexy and irresistible? Because if so, he was dead wrong.

  Gia’s chin snapped back, and she lifted one finger. Again. But this time it meant something totally different.

  Oh shit. Mac knew exactly what that meant. Gia was about to get real. And most sane people didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.

  “Turn around and sit your ass down.”

  “I just want to offer my services.”

  “Did I stutter? Sit. Yo. Azz. Down.”

  “I am sitting,” he huffed.

  “If your ass ain’t in that seat, you are not sitting.” Gia circled that dangerous finger in the air. “Turn around, fool.”

  He frowned. “Well, if—”

  “Bah bah bah!” Gia cut him off, close to shoving that finger against his lips. “Don’t make me have the air marshal tase your ass. Turn. Around.”

  The man’s lips flattened out and he flopped back into his seat with a grumble.

  “Man thinks he can handle both of us. Puh-leese. And at the same time.” She shook her head and tutted, “Uh uh uh.”

  Mac smothered a laugh with her hand.

  Gia reached up and pressed the button for the flight attendant, who appeared by Mac’s elbow so quickly that she jumped in surprise.

  “Ma’am?”

  Gia gave the woman a saccharin-sweet Gia smile. “We need two more dirty martinis and the man in front of me needs a tissue for his tears and a foam donut for his sore ass.”

  Mac didn’t bother to stifle her laugh this time.

  A few minutes later the attendant was back with their martinis and a travel-sized packet of tissues for the butt-hurt man.

  Two hours later they were finally shuffling off the plane. She couldn’t wait to exit and stretch her legs. While she had been in first class, she knew it was worse for the folks crammed into coach. And that’s exactly where she would’ve been if Gia hadn’t upgraded her ticket so they could sit next to each other.

  As they got to the front of the plane where an attendant and one of the pilots stood thanking the passengers as they exited, Gia stopped short and Mac ran into the back of her with an oof.

  Before Mac could scold her for stopping so suddenly, she heard, “Ooo. Look at that hunk of deliciously dark man meat,” Gia purred.

  Where?!?

  Gia was tall. Mac was not. All Mac could see was the woman’s back. And Gia quickly running a hand over her shor
t bob to make sure her hair was perfect.

  It was. Gia’s hair was always perfectly coiffed. Unlike Mac’s, whose red hair was always unruly and she had to use five thousand products and a flat iron, so she didn’t look like an evil clown when it frizzed.

  But it was all useless if the weather was even a little bit humid. Poof.

  Her makeup was never on point like Gia’s, either, because... whelp, she just didn’t care. Or have that kind of skill.

  She wasn’t a sloppy person. She was neat and put together, but because she had to spend enough time on her hair every morning, she was too exhausted to do anything other than slap on some blush. And she only did that so she didn’t look like death warmed over.

  She spent most of her teenage years worried about covering her freckles with foundation. However, she was now past the point of caring. If someone didn’t like her freckles, that was on them, not her.

  People assumed she was from Irish descent because of her hair color and her blue eyes. Most of the time she didn’t correct them. And—

  Her thoughts were interrupted when Gia finally moved forward enough to see why the woman stopped short.