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Chapters (82)
  1. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  2. 1. Claire
  3. CLAIRE
  4. 2. Keller
  5. KELLER
  6. 3. Claire
  7. CLAIRE
  8. 4. Claire
  9. CLAIRE
  10. 5. Claire
  11. CLAIRE
  12. 6. Keller
  13. KELLER
  14. 7. Claire
  15. CLAIRE
  16. 8. Claire
  17. CLAIRE
  18. 9. Keller
  19. KELLER
  20. 10. Claire
  21. CLAIRE
  22. 11. Claire
  23. CLAIRE
  24. 12. Claire
  25. CLAIRE
  26. 13. Claire
  27. CLAIRE
  28. 14. Claire
  29. CLAIRE
  30. 15. Claire
  31. CLAIRE
  32. 16. Claire
  33. CLAIRE
  34. 17. Claire
  35. CLAIRE
  36. 18. Claire
  37. CLAIRE
  38. 19. Keller
  39. KELLER
  40. 20. Claire
  41. CLAIRE
  42. 21. Claire
  43. CLAIRE
  44. 22. Claire
  45. CLAIRE
  46. 23. Keller
  47. KELLER
  48. 24. Claire
  49. CLAIRE
  50. 25. Claire
  51. CLAIRE
  52. 26. Claire
  53. CLAIRE
  54. 27. Claire
  55. CLAIRE
  56. 28. Claire
  57. CLAIRE
  58. 29. Claire
  59. CLAIRE
  60. 30. Claire
  61. CLAIRE
  62. 31. Claire
  63. CLAIRE
  64. 32. Keller
  65. KELLER
  66. 33. Claire
  67. CLAIRE
  68. 34. Claire
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  70. 35. Claire
  71. CLAIRE
  72. 36. Keller
  73. KELLER
  74. 37. Claire
  75. CLAIRE
  76. 38. Claire
  77. CLAIRE
  78. 39. Keller
  79. KELLER
  80. EPILOGUE
  81. KELLER
  82. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

We bought a house at the bottom of the hill the year Claire graduated with her bachelor’s in art, but maybe it’s time to upgrade. Six bedrooms is starting to feel like a bit of a squeeze.

I work part-time at the Goltz clinic—less when we have a little one under a year old—and my investment portfolio is kept healthy enough to invest in a larger property. Maybe Charlotte can decorate this time. I like our current place, but it’s a bit impersonal. Claire’s friend left her corporate job last year to start up an interior decor firm. I hear she does good work.

“How did it go?” Arlo prompts, coming down from the upper floor.

“Talk to your son,” Claire snaps. “I can’t even have wine.”

“I had a case of alcohol-free Champagne imported, Claire. I hear it’s very good. One’s in the fridge already. Let me know how you like it?”

The man’s smarter than me. I whistle, impressed. “That’s good. Should have let me in on it. And we’re having twins. That’s why she’s pissed.”

“Twins.” He blinks. “Let me open actual Champagne.”

Hours later, buzzed, with our three monsters running around the house where I grew up, my niece attempting to herd them, my wife on my lap, I grin into her wild platinum curls.

Five is almost six. What’s one more?

The End

That was a hell of a lot of fun! Next in Thorn Falls, we will have Lily’s story, Team Player, which is a kinky, steamy, light-dark swinger’s tale, followed by Unnecessary Evil, the long, used-to-be-a-swinger, then-I-met-you-now-I-don’t-like-it story of Dez and Markus.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks so much for reading Feel Free to Scream.

I want to take a moment to thank my patreons for supporting me. Being a full-time author isn’t easy, with ups and downs, and you’ve been a lifeline, particularly the last few crazy months.

All of you are amazing, but I a few of you have literally supported me at a level that pay for full book edits, or cover design. Kyrsty, Dawn, Katie, Keila and Tyller, that’s you, ladies. I’ve had a couple of months that made me fear for my career so far in 2025 (along with the rest of the indie author world! It’s been grim.)…and your constant support has been one of the things that made me breathe out, and go, okay, I got this. I have readers who are going to be there no matter what.

Cannot thank you enough.