The Blackstone Brothers Saga – Ultimate E-Book Bundle

Tap into a world full of intrigue, passion, danger, and dark mysteries and suspense.

Enter the enthralling realm of the Blackstone brothers, where power is not just their inheritance but their burden.

THE DARK BILLIONAIRE TRILOGY (JASPER BLACKSTONE'S STORY)

Intrigued, Book #1

Dive into a world where an investigative journalist's relentless pursuit of truth in a billionaire's mansion triggers an insatiable desire and exposes dangerous secrets. Can love save the day or will it shatter everything they've come to know?

Desire, Book 2

Continue the thrilling journey as the veil of deception lifts further. New allies, old foes, and shocking betrayals come to light, all while passion between Holly and Jasper reaches a fever pitch. Will their love withstand the test, or will the weight of the secrets pull them under?

Claimed, Book #3

Every secret comes to light in the explosive finale. As the Blackstones' secrets finally unravel, will Holly and Jasper's love survive the ultimate test, or will these dark secrets claim their future?

THE BOSS BILLIONAIRE TRILOGY (SPENCER BLACKSTONE'S STORY)

Tempting, Book #1

Stranded in an unfamiliar ranch with no one but a daunting list of duties for company, an innocent assistant's life takes a thrilling turn when her elusive, devastatingly handsome billionaire boss, Spencer Blackstone, finally appears. Sparks fly, but will his dark secrets cool their flames?

Impulse, Book #2 

The tale of seduction and mystery continues as the secrets of the reclusive Spencer Blackstone begin to unravel. His undeniable allure grows stronger, but will the revelation of dark truths about the secluded ranch extinguish the passion, or fan the flames?

Bliss, Book #3

In this heart-pounding finale, every secret is laid bare. As dark truths about the seductive billionaire are revealed, will the love between an innocent assistant and her enigmatic boss withstand the test, or will the revelations be too much to bear?

Exposed, Bonus Book:

Spencer Blackstone will do anything for his wife and vice versa. With life-altering changes on the horizon, Jada and Spencer try to merge two legendary and dark families into one happy family. Will they succeed?

THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE DUET (ASHER BLACKSTONE'S STORY)

Seduction, Book #1

He’s a top surgeon and a billionaire. But he’s been careful to make sure nobody knows his true identity. That’s why his intense attraction for her has turned into a complication he hadn’t seen coming.

Embrace, Book #2:

Pen learns a secret that threatens to extinguish her steamy romance with her boss--once neurosurgeon Jake Sparrow, now billionaire Asher Nathaniel Christmas. But Asher refuses to embrace a future without Pen in it; after all, she's the reason he reclaimed his name in the first place. Yet trouble lurking around every corner threatens to separate them.

DESTINED (BRYN BLACKSTONE'S STORY)

On one stormy afternoon, a chance meeting in an airport bar sparks a second-chance romance that promises to redefine Bryn Blackstone's destiny.

Intrigued (Book 1)

Chapter One

December 21st

This holiday season, I refuse to be lonely. I’m finally admitting to myself just how much that matters, even if the family I’m spending the week with is far from perfect. They’re the Blackstones—infamous for their dark secrets, which, if the rumors are true, are plentiful. But I’ve decided to let that go, at least for now.

The real kicker—the one that keeps me bubbling with worry—is that I’ve been invited under mysterious circumstances. My old college roommate offered me a two-in-one deal: spend the week before Christmas with her family, enjoying all the exclusive perks of their private estate, and take on a project to pay off the debt I owe them. The only catch? I have no idea what the task involves.

The not knowing had given me pause. My debt is one I’ve imposed on myself. Bryn Blackstone was my college roommate during my freshman year. We shared the swankiest dorm suite on campus, one I continued to live in even after she disappeared at the end of that first year. I later learned that my living in such luxurious accommodations wasn’t cheap—or accidental.

Two weeks before classes started, during welcome orientation, Bryn had handpicked me to be her roommate. You see, I’m the daughter of a career criminal and a mother who succumbed to chronic depression. I’m not exactly from her world of wealth and privilege. There was no risk her secrets, sins, or comings and goings would ever find their way back to her blue-blooded circles through me.

After graduation, I was stunned to receive a handwritten card from Bryn. It read: “Don’t worry about paying us back for the dorm. You deserved it.”

I had always assumed my scholarship covered my room and board, but it turned out Blackstone Family Enterprises had been footing the bill all along. The revelation astonished me, and I couldn’t accept such generosity without repaying them.

As soon as I secured my first job as a reporter, I reached out to the Blackstone estate to arrange a repayment plan. For the past three years, I’ve been faithfully sending them $800 a month, diligently working to settle the debt. But the truth is, that money could be making a real difference in my life. The cost of living is sky-high, and sometimes I feel ridiculous for being so proud of paying a family that probably doesn’t even notice it.

It would be a relief to finally rid myself of this financial burden. But I can’t shake the worry that Bryn’s proposition might not only put me at odds with her powerful and dangerous family but also compromise my integrity.

“Is it even legal?” I’d asked during our phone call, irritation creeping into my tone as she whispered—something she always did, as if the world was listening.

“Yes, it’s legal,” Bryn whispered back, a hint of offense lacing her voice.

“Okay, then just tell me what you want from me,” I pressed, desperate for answers.

“I can’t. Not over the phone.”

“Why not?”

“Holly, please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be. Trust me, you’re going to have a lovely time. I promise your stay will be worth it,” she whispered even softer, as if conspiring.

I had a dozen more questions about her vague proposition, but I couldn’t help imagining what it might be like to explore their ancient ancestral home, be catered to by house staff, and indulge in whatever luxuries their estate offered. And, after all, I would be spending the holidays with a real family. How long had it been since I’d done that? Too long.

Now, here I am, having accepted her invitation and driven four long hours from Philadelphia to Newport, Rhode Island. I sit in the driver’s seat of my modest car, staring at the grand entrance of the Blackstone estate. The massive iron gates, adorned with spear-like tips and the family crest, slowly swing open, inviting me into their famous and exclusive world.

Chapter 2

Nerves flutter in my stomach as I carefully drive past pine trees dusted with fresh snow, their branches glistening in the late afternoon light. Expansive, pristine lawns stretch out before me, leading to the rustic red stone mansion that looms ahead. Its high, pointed gables resemble the steeples of an old church, and the wide picture windows cast a warm, golden glow against the weathered brick facade. Several chimneys, narrow and spire-like, rise beyond the roofline, sending soft tendrils of smoke curling into the opaque white sky. Despite the sinister rumors surrounding the Blackstone family mansion, it exudes a surprising warmth and vitality.

I reach a fork in the drive and decide to curve toward the front of the manor. Bryn hadn’t given me specific instructions on where to park or what to do upon arrival. The rush to finish all my assignments before the holidays meant I’d forgotten to call and confirm the details. All I have is the address and the family gate code. Still, we agreed I’d arrive between 3:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m. A quick glance at the console shows it’s 3:17 p.m.

Pulling up in front of a long walkway, I take in the scene. Beyond the black iron gates enclosing a quaint patio, the massive front doors rise like ancient bronze castle gates, untouched by time. They look as though they haven’t been opened in centuries.

I sigh heavily, sinking into the driver’s seat. I should’ve planned this better. Yet, as my nerves settle, a different thought surfaces: Would I even recognize Bryn today? It’s been so long since we last saw each other.

My gaze locks on the grand entrance of Blackstone Manor, a mix of anticipation and unease pooling in my chest. The idea of coming face-to-face with my old friend feels both thrilling and unnerving. Has she changed? There are no photos of her anywhere online—a fact I confirmed last night after hours of searching. For someone as skilled at uncovering information as I am, that’s saying something. Given a few more weeks, I might have unearthed a single image of Bryn Blackstone. But I didn’t have weeks.

In truth, Bryn hasn’t crossed my mind in years. Occasionally, her older brother Jasper’s name slides through my professional circles. People are careful when discussing him, though—almost everyone knows better than to linger on the subject. Well, almost everyone. A colleague of mine is obsessed with exposing the Blackstone family’s secrets, convinced there’s a treasure trove of dirt hidden beneath their polished facade. Regardless, I still remember Bryn as stunningly beautiful in college, and I doubt that’s changed.

“Here goes nothing,” I mutter, exhaling a shaky breath. Twisting in my seat, I wrestle my thick wool coat from the floor of the back seat. Then, I grope under the passenger seat until my fingers brush the edge of my purse. “Got it,” I whisper triumphantly. The effort leaves me stretching my arm, working out the kinks—until…

Yikes.

My heart lurches as I freeze, hand pressing against my chest. A man stands on the other side of the car, his eyes locked on mine with startling intensity. His gaze feels like it’s piercing straight through me. For a moment, time slows as I absorb the rest of his features: a masterpiece of striking angles and full, captivating lips. His entire face is simply breathtaking. The longer I stare, the more speechless I become, as though his presence alone has rendered me immobile.

Finally, the man steps back, giving us a better view of each other. His commanding voice breaks the spell. “Roll down the window,” he says, his tone more of a demand than a request.

I take a deep breath to steady myself and press the button on the armrest. The glass lowers smoothly, bringing his imposing presence even closer.

Arms crossed, he exudes authority, his stance reminiscent of a patrol officer about to issue a ticket. “Who are you, and how did you get through my gates?” he asks, voice low and clipped.

I tap my chest lightly and force a smile. “I’m Holly Henderson.” I pause, expecting some flicker of recognition—surely Bryn mentioned me? But his expression remains impassive, unreadable. I add, “Bryn invited me for the holidays, and…” My voice trails off as realization dawns, hitting me like a flash of lightning.

I’m face-to-face with one of Bryn’s brothers. And not just any brother—this is Jasper Walker Blackstone, the eldest and most infamous of the family. Potential presidential candidate. Charismatic enigma. Danger incarnate. My heart pounds as my mind races. Is this why I’m here? Does Bryn want me to interview him? Known for exposing the truth about powerful figures, a positive piece from me could polish his image.

The possibility leaves me uneasy.

“You’re Bryn’s friend?” he asks, the skepticism in his voice impossible to miss.

“Yes,” I manage, keeping my tone as calm as I can despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through me. “And you’re Jasper Blackstone.”

His eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of something—curiosity? Caution?—passing through them. “She didn’t tell me we were having guests,” he says, his tone sharp and cool.

I press my lips together, tempted to turn my car around and head straight back to Philadelphia. But I stay quiet, curious to see where this will go. There’s something about Jasper—something magnetic, even as he keeps me at arm’s length.

“You can’t park here,” he grumbles, glancing toward the fork in the driveway. “Turn around, go back to the split, and take a left. Then make another left at the first driveway. I’ll show you to the garage from there.”

Before I can thank him, he’s walking away, his broad shoulders disappearing through the iron gates, which open automatically at his approach. He carries himself like a man who owns the world. Perhaps he does.

Still, I can’t deny how attractive he looks in his perfectly tailored dress pants and thick black winter coat. I catch myself wondering how he smells—guys like him always seem to have an alluring scent.

“Get a grip, Holls,” I mutter, shaking off the unwelcome thought. My hands tremble slightly as I grip the steering wheel, executing a careful three-point turn. What’s wrong with me? I’ve met men who are just as handsome and intimidating as Jasper before. But there’s something different about him, something I can’t quite place.

Whatever it is, it’s left me rattled.

Chapter 3

Jasper is exactly where he said he’d be, waiting just for me. I inch my car forward, driving as slowly as I can without making it obvious—giving myself the perfect excuse to admire him. Every movement he makes is deliberate, commanding, effortlessly drawing my attention.

I can’t help but wonder which of Bryn’s brothers I’ll cross paths with next. Will it be Spencer, the notorious playboy? Or Asher, the quiet genius? But right now, it’s just me and Jasper—the muscle of the family.

And oh my God. Just look at him.

He’s mesmerizing, the kind of man who pulls you in even when you know better than to fall for his allure. With the face of an angel and a presence that feels like safety wrapped in danger, he’s undeniably captivating.

As I approach, he gestures for me to follow, leading me toward a massive structure lined with garage doors. They’re all closed, like secrets waiting to be revealed. His walk is almost hypnotic, his presence more compelling than any words he could say. He hasn’t exactly been warm—though I shouldn’t be surprised. Jasper Blackstone is many things, but approachable isn’t one of them.

One of the garage doors rumbles open, snapping my focus away from him. A reserved parking spot comes into view, and I force my eyes ahead, determined not to crash into a wall while stealing glances at him. Slowly, I pull in, my heart racing as the realization settles: in a few moments, I’ll be standing face-to-face with him.

“Hi. Thank you for having me,” I whisper to myself, rehearsing the words like they’ll shield me from his intensity. My plan is simple: overwhelm him with warmth and politeness until he has no choice but to lower his guard.

I carefully park the car, ensuring it’s perfectly aligned before switching off the engine. My heart pounds as I reach for my coat and purse, shoving an empty fast-food bag out of sight. I let out a frustrated sigh. Why do I care so much about what Jasper thinks? He probably hasn’t touched a french fry in his entire life.

Taking a steadying breath, I open the car door, ready to face him—this time, without the safety of a barrier between us.

“Hello, ma’am,” a voice interrupts my thoughts.

I turn, startled, to see a middle-aged man in a black suit standing before me, his posture impeccable and his demeanor polite.

I glance up the road, searching for Jasper, but he’s gone—disappeared as if into thin air.

“Um, hello,” I respond, caught off guard by the sudden change in company.

“I’m William, your guest butler,” he says, offering a slight bow.

As I shrug on my coat, preparing to introduce myself, he smoothly beats me to it. “Holly Henderson, I presume. Miss Blackstone has informed me of your arrival.”

I nod, grateful Bryn had at least handled the introductions. “Great, thanks,” I reply, moving toward the trunk of my car. “I’ll just grab my luggage—it’s only one suitcase. I pack light.”

Before I can even reach the trunk, William steps forward with a practiced sweep of his arm. “Miss Henderson, please allow us to handle that. The staff will take care of your luggage and see that it’s delivered to your room.”

My eyebrows lift as I bite my lower lip. The thought of strangers sifting through my things sends a ripple of unease through me.

“We promise complete discretion,” William adds, clearly sensing my hesitation.

I toy with the idea of insisting, but it’s obvious William has already made arrangements. Almost on cue, two young women in crisp blue maid uniforms pull up in a golf cart. They gather my suitcase with practiced efficiency, and I thank them as they drive off.

“I’ll escort you to your room,” William announces, pressing a button to close the garage door behind us.

The loud grinding of machinery fills the air as the door lowers—only to stall and reverse direction. William frowns, pressing the button again, but the door jams once more, stubbornly refusing to cooperate.

“Oh my,” he mutters under his breath, clearly frustrated.

“It’s fine,” I reassure him. “I can find my way to the house on my own.”

“It’s no trouble,” he insists, jabbing at the button again. But the door remains obstinate.

After more reassurances, William reluctantly gives me directions to my room. Even as he speaks, his attention keeps darting back to the malfunctioning door. He’s clearly more concerned with fixing it before the snowstorm hits.

As I head toward the house, I can’t help but glance back at the garage. Where did Jasper go? And why does the thought of him watching from the shadows send a shiver down my spine?

Chapter 4

It’s thrilling to make my way up to the Blackstone ancestral home without a chaperone. As I approach, I take in every detail—the towering pillars, the intricate architecture, and the unmistakable air of mystery clinging to the estate.

Stepping through the back door, I find myself in a vast open space. Pristine white marble floors gleam under the soft, strategic lighting, and gentle instrumental music hums faintly in the background, teetering on the edge of elevator tunes. I pause, breathing in the warmth of the space mixed with a sweet, lingering scent I can’t quite place.

Before me stands the curving stairwell William had described, spiraling up to the mansion’s upper levels. As I prepare to climb, a strange tingling sensation prickles the right side of my face, as though someone is watching me. I quickly turn, but no one’s there. Probably just my imagination—or maybe it’s the aura of this grand, enigmatic house getting under my skin.

Despite Jasper’s earlier coldness, I can’t suppress the urge to see him again. There’s a magnetism about him, something that pulls me in whether I like it or not. I catch myself hoping our next encounter will be different, wishing for a chance to break through his icy exterior. Because I refuse to let Jasper Blackstone keep being rude without calling him out.

But why does his behavior even matter to me? I’m here as Bryn’s guest, not his.

Right. I’m supposed to enjoy myself, not worry about Bryn’s grumpy brother. Maybe he’s wary of me because I’m an investigative journalist. He shouldn’t be, though. Sure, I brought my laptop—my lifeline for work—but I take it everywhere. Workaholic tendencies don’t disappear overnight.

Still, I need to push thoughts of Jasper aside. Attraction is irrelevant here. What matters is keeping the peace and appreciating the chance to escape my lonely apartment and the ghosts that haunt me there.

But if Jasper is this unfriendly, I can’t help but wonder—will his brothers be the same? I really hope not.

I climb the stairs to the second floor, the quiet hum of the mansion filling the space around me. My footsteps feel heavier with each step as my thoughts stubbornly circle back to Jasper. It isn’t until I reach two doors, side by side, that I realize something critical—I can’t remember which one William said was mine.

“Dang it,” I mutter under my breath.

I close my eyes, trying to replay his instructions. Was it the left? No… I’m pretty sure it was—

“The right,” I whisper, feeling a flicker of confidence.

Wrapping my fingers around the door handle, I push it open, stepping inside with an uneasy breath. The moment I take in the room, my chest tightens, and my eyes widen in awe.

I’m standing in a space straight out of a royal fantasy. A tall, king-sized bed dominates the center of the room, its luxurious gold silk drapes shimmering under the glow of an enormous crystal chandelier overhead. The tufted headboard gleams with an almost regal air, as though it belongs to a queen.

The room feels like stepping into another world, one dripping with elegance and wealth far beyond my reach.

To my left, a small sitting area draws my attention. Two throne-sized chairs are perfectly positioned to face a wide wall of windows. Golden brocade drapes frame a view of the winter-worn lawn outside, where snow clings to the bare branches of towering evergreens. The scene is serene yet distant, like something from a postcard.

As my gaze sweeps the room again, it lands on a standing mirror framed in delicate gold leaf. My breath catches.

I look like I’ve been dragged through a storm. My hair is a frizzy mess from the cold, and exhaustion is etched into my face. I wince at the reflection. Jasper saw me like this. He must’ve thought I was a disaster—a sight far from elegant.

But then something shifts in the corner of my vision.

Squinting, I turn toward the sitting area again.

That’s when he stands up.

Jasper Blackstone.