She’s the daughter of my worst enemy. The mate I can never claim. And the mother of the son I never knew I had. Aria Sorrenti was supposed to be leverage – a pawn in my war against her father. But one look at her, and my wolf was ready to protect her, mark her, make her mine. I fought it, but she left me no choice…I claimed her. Hard. Then I sent her away, thinking I could sever the bond. I was wrong… She was gone, and with her, a part of me. Five years later, she’s back—with a son. My son. My pack sees her as a threat. Her father wants blood. The bond I’ve tried to ignore ...

House-sitting was a bore so I decided to have some fun and pull out the Ouija board. Before I know it I'm tossed over the shoulder of a huge, red-skinned demon whose plans for me are all too apparent by the huge bulge in his pants. A Demon Answers is a fast little monster erotica that is tons of smutty smut with a pinch of story.

When I wake up to find a mysterious... creature? walking, talking skull-faced monster? Death? yeah, he says he's Death so I'm gonna roll with it. I wake up and Death's leaning over me. But obviously this is all a dream, and he comes with the necessary parts- so I decide to make this dream a good one- a really good one. Death Comes Hard is a fast little monster erotica story that is tons of smutty smut with a pinch of story.

Diesel was told he was unlovable, that no human would ever adopt him. Born too big, too rough, too dangerous for human hands, he was a dogboy destined for the pound’s kill list—until the posh Hawthorns plucked him from death row and claimed him as their own. But they didn’t just want a guard dog. They wanted a protector. A caretaker. A pet. And his purpose? To serve and safeguard their most precious treasure—a delicate, elusive hucow named Violet. She’s sweet. She’s skittish. And she smells like heaven. From the moment her scent wraps around him, Diesel knows she’s his. His to...

I was just crashing on the couch. Why do I want to be in my best friend's bed? The whole idea had been for me to sleep on Justin's couch. A generous offer as I dealt with the aftermath of getting laid off, and one I was happy to take him up on. When Justin floats the idea of sharing his bed instead, I laugh it off. Just a joke, right? But the idea sticks in my mind, and I can't shake it. Now I'm feeling things for a guy I've never felt before, and that guy happens to be my best friend. Was Justin joking? Or is he just waiting for me to open his bedroom door?

Be careful! It's going to be really hot! :) The second book is here: www.amazon.com/dp/B0D58JGTG5 * * * * * Warning! Explicit scenes! (quite a lot) Violent scenes! (a few at most) Foul language! (not a lot) * * * From the author! To those "smart guys" who write "AI trash" and "Generated by AI": Guys, I feel sorry for you. Can you even tell white from black or hot from cold? This book was written way back in 2022, and at that time, even the most advanced AI could not fully write fiction, let alone explicit or erotic scenes. To all other readers: Guys! Read and enjoy! And don’t listen to ...

A sugar-daddy website doesn't seem a sound basis for an A1 life plan, but I'm a small-town girl with big dreams, and there's this one advert, this one crazy advert I can't stop thinking about.... Two hot guys seeking their Little Miss Right. Someone who can entertain them, amuse them, fit in with their corporate schedule. And sex. They want sex. Lots of sex. Bonus, right? One major dose of epic win.

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Jessie Heaton is a fearless, flame-haired computer hacker. Independent and feisty, she’s relied on no one but herself since the age of sixteen. Working for the Russians, she is finally close to getting the one thing she wants most in life, when she’s stopped in her tracks by the notorious Ryan brothers. The Ryans are Irish Mafia. They are unstoppable. No one stands in their way. And nothing comes between a Ryan and his family. That is, until the hurricane that is Jessie crashes into their lives.

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.