Lehana has served in the royal army with Erran ever since they first met in boot camp. Even though she is a bit scatterbrained, the ever tidy and conscientious Erran has stuck by her and kept her in line. For the longest time, she's harbored feelings for the strong, handsome male. There was only one thing holding her back - he was a centaur. Now trapped in a cave with a horde of angry goblins outside, Lehana confesses her feelings to her comrade-in-arms.

For my kind, to be without a mate is to be doomed. I know it is too late–all that awaits me is retirement and death, and I’ve embraced it. But when a suicide mission lands on my old boss’s desk, I’m the one he calls. Who better to tackle the mission in the deep, oppressive mines of my own ancestral homeland, if not an Arachnae already slated to die? And it’s not a rescue mission–he wants me to retrieve the corpse of a billionaire’s daughter kidnapped by a terrorist organization. Except our intel was wrong. She’s alive. Tortured and injured–but alive.

Mallory is just your average camp counselor...until she gets swept up into a magical world of steamy desire. An angry centaur seeks his revenge against a lascivious werewolf, and he uses Mallory's body to exact his revenge. Will her life ever be the same again?

Irsa is the princess of the Cinrahli people, a faction in perpetual war with the centaur tribe. Only Irsa can end this war by giving up her maidenhood to the centaur prince, Therseus, by marrying the half-man half-horse. She makes the necessary sacrifice for her people and is whisked away to the centaur capital where she discovers the carnal delights the centaurs have to offer.

Avril, a patrician elf, is a beautiful maiden who is about to have her first sensual ride on her Pegasus, Rhyssӧn. Avril and Rhyssӧn are one when they ride, Avril's body slides against Rhyssӧn's muscular form and she can’t help but feel absolute pleasure. But all is not well in the kingdom and Avril must fight to protect it and her father from the growing enemy forces. It is only through the love and intimacy they share, that Avril and Rhyssӧn can possibly save the kingdom from certain doom.

Violet is a typical, down-on-her-luck millennial: mid-twenties, over-educated and drowning in debt, on the verge of moving into her parents' basement. When a lifeline appears in the form of a very unconventional job in neighboring Cambric Creek, she has no choice but to grab at it with both hands.

Warning: This is a tale of beast sex. This story was written to unlock your darkest fantasies and innermost desires. It is not for the faint of heart and is not your mother's erotica. All of the sexual descriptions found in this book are very explicit in nature. It's not suitable for someone under 18 years of age. Read at your own risk.

When werewolf Vanessa Blevin begins working at new law firm, she expects long hours, hard work, and harder personalities. Her boss is a demanding, demeaning bully who begins cutting her down on her very first day—cutting her down and setting her blood on fire. Grayson Hemming is tall, dark, alphahole handsome, the exact sort of werewolf she does not need in her life . . . but there's something about the way he smells, his cutting smile, and the way his eyes always seem to find her. Her wolf wants his, and the feeling is mutual.

Drin is her tribe's chief huntress; she lives for the thrill of the hunt. Men and sex hold no allure for her, as Drin has never found a partner to satisfy her. When a T-Rex descends upon her village, destroying it, Drin demands that the tribe's hunters go in search of the beast and slaughter it. Opting for safety instead of revenge, the tribe moves to a new location, hoping that the big beast won't follow them. t does. rin taunts the beast, giving her tribes mates time to flee. As she runs, leading it through a gauntlet of traps, the thrill of the hunt soars through her blood, leaving her wet with desire.

After an ill-fated invasion of an underground orcish fort, Sergeant Follier, the only woman in her military unit, finds herself her unit's only survivor. Dressed in scanty clothing, she is brought as a prisoner before Vornash-Um-Grool, the leader of the orc tribe that she and her former comrades were commanded to invade. Follier wonders why this orc chieftain would allow her to live while her comrades were killed. What would this big, powerful orc want with her, and would she be willing to give it to him if it meant sparing her life?

A young woman and her friend go into the woods for a hike. On their walk they are assailed by three werewolves who take them deep into the woods for a night of hot sex.

As a young maiden in a small village, Vanya was expected to act a certain way. No longer could she run out into the fields or accompany men on their hunts. She was expected to stay within the confines of the village. So, when the opportunity to go along with a few men on an ermine hunt presents itself, she quickly jumps on the opportunity.

Marga was the Protectress, the city's leader, charged with defending it against dinosaur attacks. It is her sworn duty to protect her city at all costs, even when a pack of velociraptors attack her and her men at a small, undermanned outpost outside of the city. The battle is a vicious one, and after a daring maneuver to save a fellow soldier, she finds herself trapped by the pack leader, a powerful male. The creature captures the Protectress and takes her to his cave. Will this raptor make the Protectress his next meal?

I thought I had everything: a devoted husband, and a magnificent new house for us to start a family in. But the house had secrets. The former owner, whose stern portrait hangs in the library—I swear I can feel him watching me. Touching me. Wanting me. I could convince myself it was all in my mind until I found out my husband cheated on me...but now, all bets are off.

Morning Glory Milking Farm was just another quick tug-machine operated facility, no different from all the rest. Sure, they had big pharma money and special hands-on amenities the other milking joints couldn't boast, but at the end of the day it was the same old story—cash he didn't actually need in the bank, all for doing what he would have done for free anyway. Get in, get out, get on with his day. At least, that's what he thought.