A young tavern owner built an empire from a broken sign and a bankrupt ledger. Six women share his bed. Two are carrying his children. The back room runs day and night. And the goddess of fertility herself watches his household with amusement and affection. If you haven’t visited the Prancing Stag yet, start with Book 1: The Forbidden Tavern.
This is the final book. And he’s about to do the one thing no one expected. Marry.
Elara, petite and honey-blonde with bright doe eyes and a belly rounding with his child. She said “I love you” before anyone else. She was his first. Now she’ll be first and forever. The wedding dress is white with green fertility-goddess embroidery, cut to show off every inch of pregnant glow, and she wrote her own vows. They are filthy.
Maren, the red-haired widow whose enormous breasts are heavy with milk, dark nipples leaking through every blouse, freckled shoulders bare. She just gave birth. The hormones have made her insatiable. When he puts his mouth on her and drinks, she grips his hair and doesn’t let go.
Mirelle, the voluptuous household manager whose massive curves have been bare behind the bar for weeks. No top. No apology. She wants what he leaves on her skin to still be visible when the first customer sits down for breakfast. She’s pregnant too. The woman who spent eight years invisible now walks through a tavern topless, marked, and smiling like she owns the world.
Celia, pale porcelain skin and dark hair, grey eyes that used to judge everyone in the room. The backdoor specialist brought him leather cord and told him to tie her wrists. She found something underneath all that competition that’s deeper than anything anal ever gave her. She’s carrying his child. She found out the same week he proposed to her sister.
Sable, caramel skin and wild dark curls, discovers her body does something during a personal night with Theron that it has never done with any of the hundreds of clients she’s serviced. Violent. Soaking. Shocking to both of them. Only with him. Only when she stops performing and starts feeling.
Rosalind, jade-eyed with heavy breasts and an obsessive love for her lustful trade, sets out to break her own record during a second fleet wave. Sixteen. In one night. She wears the evidence like a badge of honor and walks into the morning shift still marked.
Breast milk during sex. Wrists bound to a headboard. A body that erupts only for one man. A wedding at the temple where the fertility goddess officiates. And a reception that becomes the most debauched celebration the city has ever seen, with every woman he’s claimed present and shameless.
Three women pregnant at once. One freshly postpartum and nursing. A bride who watches her husband with other women on her wedding night and feels nothing but peace. Five books of corruption, and the Prancing Stag has become legend.
The Forbidden Tavern 5 is the series finale. Pregnant worship, lactation, bondage, and a wedding night that turns the whole tavern into a celebration so debauched it becomes legend. This is the ending these characters earned, and it will keep you reading until dawn.
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Haven’t started the series? Begin with Book 1: The Forbidden Tavern.