Rebels | Book #1 Redneck Rebels Trilogy | A Dark BWWM Reverse Harem Small Town Romance
Welcome to the blog and a rare “mid-season” update about a recently republished title that has always been a reader favorite, but has struggled to get reach due to my previous title’s “discrimination against white men” using the term redneck. Fair enough. We have a title change, a new paperback edition, and the book is now available just as widely as before on all eBook platforms.
This story was a bit of a break from my usual writing and involved dipping a toe into “reverse harem” or “why choose” romance stories before they ever really became popular. These books are a lot easier to sneak into your kindle NOW with discreet covers that truly hide the spicy nature of these books.
So if you have been hesitant to try a spicy reverse harem bwwm book before… let now be the time you break out of your cage and sample a taste of the forbidden fruit.
This book has a light romance that experiences many dark situations, a shift from some of the darker dynamics between characters you may have come to expect. Caroline has a lot of ambitions for a young woman who grew up in a segregated small town, but she also has a huge secret — a completely forbidden and taboo relationship where three white men are fully and completely in love with her.
The three best friends grew up in their small town sharing everything, so it only felt natural that when they all fell for the same African American female lead… they would share her too.
Unfortunately, the town is not willing to accept their relationship and as one conspiracy falls apart, Caroline and the boys will have to go to extremes to hide their passions for each other.
WARNING: This book is an extremely smutty interracial romance with content that may be potentially upsetting or triggering to readers.
I’ll post the first chapter here for you to sample, but be warned before you get the entire book… none of my stories are for the easily offended or faint of heart.
If you are a true smut fan who loves the most unhinged romance books… WELCOME to the darkest side of interracial romance.
Rebels | Chapter #1
The first chapter in a dark and spicy reverse harem book with a black female lead.
Travis pulled a hairpin from Caroline’s head. Thick black curls draped down over her chest, covering her small, perky B-cup breasts. He’d parked his cop car beneath a magnolia tree a mile away from the town’s well. Here, it was quiet enough and isolated enough that no one would notice a dirty beat up police car parked beneath a tree with the windows up and the air conditioning blasting to stave off the summer heat.
Caroline was naked, sweat pooling at her brow despite the air conditioning, and for the first time in weeks Travis was finally alone with her. He took his pale hand and pressed it to her sepia colored cheek, drawing her in for a kiss. Magnolias bloomed around this time of year and flurried to the ground like hail during a storm.
Their pink and purple petals fell to the ground beneath the trees, littering every inch of the sidewalk and the earth with these sweet scented reminders of the springtime. Old Town breathed with life again, and the Southern winter was finally officially over.
A fresh southern breeze blew across the town, past the white Evangelical Church and over the train tracks past the Black Baptist church where Caroline’s mother sang every Sunday. That woman could have been a star, people in Old Town said.
Old Town was always going to be quintessentially American. Each house hung a large American flag, the stars and stripes floating in the breeze and marking Old Town as a home for true patriots. There would always be two sides to the town. Even as they sat intertwined in Travis’ car, both he and Caroline were painfully aware of the differences.
There would always be the side with large houses, old antebellum mansions with their pillars and acres and acres of old plantation land. On that side of town, sometimes the flags hanging from balconies were decorated with the stars and bars instead of the stars and stripes. Southern pride, they said.
Caroline knew different.
Tufts of cotton floated on the breeze at the height of growing season, landing on the porches and cars of the townspeople. The train tracks would always be in the same place, cutting the town in two.
On the other side of those train tracks, Old Town was different. There were no more columns or large swathes of land that stretched out for acres and acres. Small wooden houses were built not too far apart from each other and on the other side of the tracks, the houses centered around a deep well that had watered that half of the town for decades.
That morning Caroline Coulson had twisted her long kinky black hair into a top bun. While the other girls in her office could get away with "messy buns”, Caroline did not share that privilege. Using stiff black hair pins, she pinned down every strand of hair lest she be accused of being unkempt. It was the first day since Buchanan’s inauguration as mayor, and the most important day Caroline would have in the office. The new administration would probably be making changes to the staff and getting rid of anyone unfriendly to Buchanan’s leadership.
Caroline ate a small bowl of oatmeal her brother Caleb made her for breakfast that morning before meeting Travis, drowning out the noise of her family members, all of them crowded into their small house. Nobody noticed how quiet she was at breakfast. They were all busy and in a rush to get to work. Only Caleb seemed to notice. And he didn’t say anything until after he watched her put her bowl into the sink. Caleb chased after her and offered to walk Caroline to work.
"Travis is already giving me a ride," She said to her brother, reassuring him that she would make it without his help, even if the factory was past the mayor’s office and they usually walked to work together.
In the car, with Travis, Caroline began to regret not leaving with her brother that morning. Travis looked at her with that worried look in his eyes.
"I hate when you look at me like that,” Caroline complained.
Travis’ eyes as blue as a prairie sky softened. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then her lips.
"I can't help it, Caroline."
"Find a way to help it. I wasn't worried about today before, but now I am with all your staring and ogling."
Travis pulled her in for another kiss. His lips were soft and Caroline swore she could smell magnolias on his skin. His cropped blonde hair was just wet from a shower and he smelled like cinnamon and Axe deodorant. Caroline straddled his lap and ran her hands over his head and his neck, burned red from the strengthened sun on his morning run before work.
She didn’t want him to stop kissing her but they had already wasted enough time. These morning romps had become their morning ritual of late. They were just old friends, going for a small drive in his car. That was how it started at least. Now, they kissed and kissing lead to other things. Caroline slipped into her clothing, hoping that her bun could be twisted into its former glory. Travis stuck the last hairpin in.
"Before we leave, let's just have one more round," Travis suggested, his eyes wandering to her breasts as he helped her fix her hair one last time.
Caroline succumbed easily to his suggestions. He kissed her and then pushed her back up against the seats. The door handle dug into the middle of her back, but Caroline didn’t care. Travis spread her legs wide and undid the zipper to his cop uniform, pulling his hardness out again. His member was large and thick, throbbing with anticipation before he even pressed the tip up against her silky dripping entrance.
Even if this was their third round for the morning, heat never subsided between them. Travis thrust every inch between her legs with one stroke and Caroline moaned as she accepted his firm pulsing cock between her legs. He pinned her hands over her head, pressing them into the window. He plunged into Caroline deeply, making love to her in the back of his police car until she screamed in pleasure and the windows fogged up.
Her toes, raised in the air, traced the fog on the window and pressed up against the back window, sliding across the condensation as Travis grunted while pounding her. It was a good thing no one really came to this part of town. Travis knew all the good spots — chalk it up to him being the starting quarterback at their high school and having plenty of girlfriends to take out into these abandoned fields.
Once Caroline finished in a loud, euphoric climax, Travis erupted between her legs causing her to shake and tremble as his seed filled her slippery honeypot.
Once they finished for the third time that morning, Caroline buttoned his shirt and help him tuck it in his starched blue pants. Travis Montgomery grinned. He loved their morning ritual. And Caroline? Well he had always loved her. Since they were teenagers, they had been best friends. When Caroline went to college, Travis was convinced that she would never come back. Now, he worried that Caroline was trapped in this town, like he was, and he regretted ever wishing that this smart brown-skinned beauty would return. Old Town didn’t deserve a woman like Caroline, Travis thought. He kissed her forehead again, unable to resist giving her one last nervous peck despite her warnings.
"You're way too pensive in the morning. Lighten up. I'm already going to have a hellish day at work," Caroline complained, smacking Travis's shoulder with a teasing expression on her face.
Travis grinned and rolled his eyes, countering her complaint with one of his own.
“I’m going to have an even more hellish day.” “What, the Old Town hooligans going to egg another old lady’s house?”
“You know what I mean, Caroline," he said.
"Right. It's our dear mayor’s first day on the job."
"Speaking of which, I had better get you to work. You button up that shirt,” he commanded.
Caroline liked when he made demands like that. As a police officer, Travis was used to to telling people what to do. And since he became an officer, it was a welcome change. When they were kids, Caroline ran the show. It was nice that Travis grew up to be such a good leader. People really looked up to him — and not just because his daddy was sheriff Montgomery. Travis carved out his own respect in town.
Caroline had an ulterior motive for asking him to drive her to work. It wasn’t just that their morning romps were some of the few things she still looked forward to. It wasn't just because Travis was smoking hot with a perfect toned body that he diligently maintained. It wasn’t even the fact that his sky blue eyes were filled with such soul, and that his Southern manners made her feel like all hope wasn’t lost.
There was something else that she wanted from him today. It was almost hard to admit to herself that she needed anything from Travis. When Caroline first left for college, she was convinced that she didn't need anyone in this town, least of all Travis. Now, Caroline needed her old friend more than ever, especially since she had taken that job in politics hoping that she would be able to make a difference in Old Town.
Travis drove Caroline from the black side of town, the only safe place they could meet and canoodle like that, across the train tracks to the center of town where the mayor's office stood with the imposing dominance of a castle in a feudal kingdom. To be a mayor of a town that small may not seem to be such a big deal to you or me. In towns like Old Town, the small town folks with the gumption for it find power and cling to it with the tenacity of despots in small foreign nations.
Travis offered to stop at Dunkin' Donuts for coffee. Caroline declined. She'd been trying to quit coffee for sometime now with limited success. Travis stopped anyway and the smell was tempting enough that Caroline ordered a decaf. Travis was amused with her latest attempt at good health and he teased her about her “water coffee”. He noticed that Caroline didn’t seem to be her usual chipper self. She was still outspoken, true, but there was a faraway look in her eye, like she had something on her mind. It must be something going on at work. Ever since the mayor won the election, Caroline had been acting strangely.
"Are you going to bother telling me what's on your mind or will I have to guess?"
"I need your help, Travis,” Caroline confessed.
"I know. That's why am driving you to work."
"I need more than that. You know my opinions about Mayor Buchanan. It's a total mistake to let him assume power. We have to do something."
"Buchanan won the election fair and square, Caroline. I don't know what you expect me to do.”
“Ask your daddy for help,” Caroline insisted.
Travis continued, ”Daddy helped Buchanan's campaign. He worked on it as sheriff! He's not going to help you prove the man cheated his way into office. I don’t think my daddy would be involved in a conspiracy this big, quite frankly.”
“Well, I know that there has been wrongdoing and I'm going to prove it no matter what it takes."
"Ever heard of the phrase you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?"
"I'm not trying to catch any flies. I'm trying to get rid of them,” Caroline replied stiffly.
"You know what I mean Caroline. This town is old-fashioned. Traditional."
"You mean it's segregated and racist?"
"There you go again with that race stuff."
"It's not a race stuff, Travis. It's my life. And Buchanan is going to make that life and the lives of other people like me way worse when he assumes power."
"How can you know that for sure? All that stuff on the campaign was just him mouthing off. He’s a proud, old Southern family. You are judging him before getting to know him," Travis replied.
Caroline's cheeks changed color to a deep mulberry, something Travis only recently started to notice. Caroline’s cheeks only changed color when she was upset. She had been struggling with this new job at the mayor’s office and Travis knew that. The past few weeks had only gotten worse as the inauguration date approached.
From the moment Buchanan won the election, Caroline had it out for him. She believed that he cheated his way into office, but Travis couldn't tell if this were one of her liberal notions gone rogue or if there was actually something to it. She had proof, she said — skewed polling data and mysterious envelopes disappearing as the unbiased reviewers counted votes.
Travis tried to reason with her at least, “If you want to make a real change in politics, you have to work from the inside, Caroline."
Caroline didn’t answer him and scowled. Travis offered her an apologetic smile which did nothing to wipe the frown off Caroline’s face.
Travis put on his hat and sunglasses before continuing, “Don’t be angry with me. You know I'm trying to help you."
"If you were trying to help me, you would prove that Mayor Buchanan cheated his way into office."
"Come on, Caroline. You can't ask me to do that. I took an oath. I'm a police officer."
"I used to think that not all cops were gun toting idiots, but I'm starting to see that I was completely wrong," she snapped, knowing it would hurt him.
Caroline got out of the cop car outside the mayors office and Travis knew that it would be foolish to follow her when she was that angry. She would have no problem making a scene and then of course he’d be standing there screaming at her in the middle of the street and people would see and then tongues would wag.
As Travis said, the town was traditional and there was nothing traditional about the sheriff’s son getting involved with a brown-skinned girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
“Have a good day at work!” Travis called to her.
Caroline flipped him off and went inside, her perfect shape hugged in by her pencil skirt and her bun piled high on her head without a strand of hair out of place. Travis couldn’t stop staring at her slim waist, and her nice big butt. That woman really was something.
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