Novels by E L Simon

The waiting room was too bright, too clean, too everything.Lukas felt like his nerves were being exfoliated.His knee bounced, then stopped, then bounced again as if it had a mind of its own. If he breathed too deep, his ribs hurt; if he didn’t breathe enough, his head spun.He sat between Aiden and Harlow doing his absolute best not to unravel. Harlow flipped calmly through a pamphlet about first trimester milestones, while Aiden tapped slowly into his phone with one hand.Only one hand.Because the other was holding Lukas’s.And that… yeah. That got him in a way nothing else could. Lukas wanted something solid with this man, something lasting. Aiden’s mom could probably bankroll twenty rounds of IVF without blinking, but Lukas didn’t want to rely on that. Or to put Ell through that. He wanted this baby. This chance. This future.He wanted their life together to start here, in this too‑bright room, with Aiden’s thumb brushing soft circles at the back of his hand.Harlow glanced over

A month later, Aiden and Lukas walked through the entrance of the Stormriders’ facility, Lukas veering toward the locker room with a backward grin while Aiden took the quieter corridor to the observation level.It wasn't official practice, but Lukas was still rebuilding his fitness under Aiden’s relentless supervision. Months later, he was better than ever but still chasing perfection.Aiden slipped his hands into his coat pockets as he made his way toward the elevated viewing deck that overlooked the rink. It was peaceful up there on weekends. No staff bustle, no drills, just the hum of the refrigeration system and the echo of skates cutting into ice.He’d only made it halfway when a familiar voice called out behind him.“Aiden.”Aiden turned to see Sterling Belmont approaching from the far hall, dressed more casually than usual—T-shirt, jeans, hair slightly tousled like Noah had run his hands through it before he escaped.Aiden lifted a brow. “Sterling. Didn’t think you worked weeke

Three months later, everything was finally in motion.Aiden had been running himself ragged achieving things as only he could. Clinic consultations, legal screenings, psychological evaluations, embryo‑transfer prep meetings, surrogate interviews. Lukas tagged along to most of it, pretending he didn’t care while grilling every surrogate candidate like he was hiring for national security.He only approved of one.Her name was Harlow—late thirties, sharp‑witted, a dry sense of humor that Lukas enjoyed. Two kids of her own, both healthier than most pro athletes. One successful surrogacy already. She didn’t bat her lashes at Aiden, didn’t give him the once‑over, didn’t call him doctor like she wanted to climb him.Lukas had insisted on her.And now, after months of prep and waiting, it was now only a few hours until Ell’s egg‑scooping-out-session.Which meant, naturally, that Lukas and Mac were stuck at a game, the night before, on the other side of the country. The kind that ended close t

Lukas’s hand slid from Aiden’s waist to the bottle he’d abandoned on the counter. He shook it once, then flipped the cap with one thumb, slicking his fingers again. The sound alone made Aiden brace harder against the couch.“Relax,” Lukas murmured, his voice low enough to vibrate down Aiden’s spine. “I’m a professional... I'll have that sample out of you in no time.”Aiden felt the first glide of warmed lube at the small of his back, Lukas’s fingers tracing deliberately downward, slow enough to make him shiver. His other hand wrapped around Aiden's cock in a slow, deliberate stroke that punched the breath out of him. Lukas held him there, stroking lazily as his other hand slid between his cheeks, spreading lube with long, confident sweeps meant to soothe as much as tease.“God, you’re tense,” Lukas breathed, leaning in to kiss the nape of Aiden’s neck. “Trust me, masturbation is my specialty.”Aiden exhaled shakily, gripping the couch cushion. Lukas’s fingers circled him, gentle at fi

Two weeks later, Aiden found himself inside one of the most exclusive private fertility clinics in the country. Polished marble floors, soft lighting, discreet staff who never made eye contact long enough to embarrass a soul. It should have been calming.It wasn’t.Because he was standing in a small, dim, overly warm room with a sample cup on the counter beside him.And Lukas, of course, was somewhere else in the clinic because he had demanded a room of his own.Aiden still couldn’t decide if he’d imagined that conversation.“No cup,” Lukas had said. “Just me, vibes, and whatever legal porn they’ve got. If you get a room, I get a room. Equality, babe.”Aiden had opened his mouth to argue, because this was not a competition, then shut it again. Lukas wasn’t wrong. If Aiden got to be tucked away in a private room, Lukas shouldn’t be relegated to a waiting area.But he also had no intention of rifling through a stack of seedy magazines featuring dead‑eyed boys who looked like they’d been

Aiden barely got the car into park before Lukas had the door open. He practically launched himself onto Mac’s front lawn, adrenaline still buzzing through every vein like he hadn’t just played sixty minutes plus celebrations.Mac burst out the front door at the same time, meeting him halfway across the yard.“WE WON!” Lukas yelled.“WE FUCKING WON!” Mac shouted back, grabbing him in a crushing hug that lifted Lukas clean off the ground.They spun once like idiots before Mac set him down, both of them laughing so hard Lukas felt light-headed.“I can’t believe you missed it, man,” Lukas said, punching his arm lightly. “Championship game! The game of our lives!”Mac shrugged, grinning like an overexcited golden retriever. “I played enough games this season. I’m still taking credit.”“Hey,” Lukas said suspiciously, “you didn’t leave my sister to look after your baby so you could come out here and celebrate, did you?”“Theo’s asleep.”“…Good answer.”Mac clapped Aiden on the shoulder as he

One year later. The ocean sparkled like glass under the late spring sun, the waves a soft hush in the distance. From the wide terrace of their coastal home, her favorite of the three places they now split their time between, Vivienne rocked gently in a cushioned chair, a mug of tea in one hand and a baby monitor in the other.She may not have wanted to recreate the beach wedding from Weston's fake photos, but she did love being married beside the ocean. The real thing, it turned out, was far better than the fiction ever could have been.Inside, laughter rang out.Knox’s deep voice and a tiny, gurgling squeal.Elodie was a tiny, perfect clone of her father. Same eyes, same expression, same ridiculous pout when she didn’t get her way. Not that she ever didn’t get her way. Not with Knox around.At only four months old, she had him wrapped around her tiny fingers. He read bedtime stories with full dramatic flair, vetoed every outfit that wasn’t soft enough, and insisted on carrying her

The orchard had transformed.Twinkling lights glowed between the blossoms, casting a golden shimmer across the petals floating gently to the grass below. The aisle of soft white carpet wound between the trees, lined with wildflowers and candles in tall glass lanterns. A gentle sea breeze stirred the air, carrying the faintest scent of salt and spring.Vivienne stood at the edge of it all, heart hammering.Earlier that afternoon, she’d walked into what could only be described as dress chaos, hundreds of gowns in every color and shape imaginable. Thankfully, the designers had taken mercy on her and narrowed it down to a short list, which she gratefully accepted.Tina had worked miracles, pulling her hair into soft, romantic waves, dusting her skin with a radiant glow, and somehow making her feel like a bride even before the veil went on.She wore a gown of soft ivory silk, draped delicately off her shoulders, fitted perfectly. Her hair was swept up in loose waves, blossoms pinned throug

Vivienne was still staring, mouth parted in stunned disbelief, when Knox slipped his fingers through hers.“How—” she breathed. “How did you set all this up? How could you have known I wouldn’t say the beach?”Knox gave her a crooked, sheepish smile. “I didn’t.”She blinked.“I actually had four venues prepped on this estate,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “The beach, a garden, a hilltop, and this.” He looked out toward the orchard, warm light filtering through the trees. “Zayne owns the place, so I had a little creative freedom. But… I had a really good feeling about the orchard. I like it here too.”He shifted, the smallest hint of nerves flitting through his usually impenetrable expression.“So what do you think?” he asked, voice softer now. “Would you like to marry me today?”He gave her a smile that made her stomach flip.“It would make me… unbelievably happy,” he said. “But if you’re not ready, I’ll turn the car around right now. I’ll understand. I’ll wait.”Vivienn

Vivienne was curled up in Knox’s hoodie. A new one, not the worn and torn piece of comfort she’d clung to for the past year. That one was still safe in her drawer, of course. No way was she letting him throw it out. But this hoodie was soft, still fluffy on the inside, and it smelled like him. Fresh and familiar. Perfect. And the fact that she now had access to an unlimited supply of these made her a little giddy.She tucked her legs under her on the chaise, phone in hand, and opened the news app.The headline hit her like a thunderclap.WESTON CARTER AND CELESTE LANGLEY ARRESTED IN EMBEZZLEMENT SCANDALHer thumb froze mid-scroll.She clicked the article.Photos. Weston being led into a police vehicle, looking pale and furious. Celeste in sunglasses, her jaw set tight. The charges were laid out in bold: financial fraud, misappropriation of company funds, falsified wire transfers. Multiple witnesses. Paper trails.Vivienne’s heart hammered.How?She’d kept her word. She hadn’t released

“No,” Knox said flatly. “And don’t ask me to use her again.”The words carried across the soundstage with a finality that made several crew members freeze mid-movement.Vivienne stood up.Heads turned. Some crew members looked wary, until they caught sight of Reid and Felix flanking her like silent shadows.She walked straight to Knox, eyes bright with exasperation and something else.“Knox,” she hissed under her breath. “You have to kiss her. She’s your love interest. You can’t just say no and walk off.”He raised a brow. “Actually, I can. I have a clause in my contract. Any intimate scene—including kissing—I can opt to use a double.”Her jaw dropped. “You wrote that into your contract?”He shrugged. “Didn’t used to. But things change.”She stared at him. “But I love your romantic scenes. You have to at least kiss the actress playing your lover. That’s not a big ask.”He looked her up and down, that maddening glint in his eye returning.“Nope,” he said. “Only you, sweetheart.”And th

Knox sat on the edge of the bed, still shirtless, brushing the backs of his fingers down Vivienne’s arm as she blinked awake.“You slept like a rock,” he murmured.Vivienne stretched under the sheets, her hair a warm mess around her face. “How long did I—”“Long enough,” he said, then pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “But I’ve got to go to work.”She frowned. “Right now?”“Unfortunately.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You have two choices: stay here, order food and anything else you want all day...”Her brow arched.“Or,” he added, “you can come with me to set.”Her eyes lit up instantly.Knox chuckled. “I’ll take that as a vote for set.”***By the time they arrived at the soundstage, Vivienne was practically glowing. Knox had set her up in his private trailer, his dressing room really, but it felt like a luxury suite. A plush sofa. Bottled water chilled to her preference. A blanket wrapped around her legs, and pillows propped up behind her like she was royalty on bed re

She wasn’t dreaming.The realization hit like a crack of thunder through her chest.He was here. Not a dream. Not a phantom lingering at the edge of sleep.Her breath stuttered. Her skin prickled. Her stomach dropped and twisted all at once, desire and disbelief tangling in the pit of her belly.Beckett was in her room. In the middle of the night.The man who'd burst into her apartment like a storm. The man who'd shoved her back against the wall and nearly kissed her like he wanted to consume her whole.He was in her room. In the dark. Close enough to touch.Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stared at him, the shadows of his face sharp and unyielding.She stiffened, panic and heat crashing together inside her chest. And yet somehow, despite it all, she managed to keep her body still, her face composed, or close enough to it. Only her eyes betrayed her, wide and burning as they locked onto his.She swallowed. "Consent for what?"His eyes didn’t leave hers. That same shadowed inten

Lili woke to soft light and the quiet hum of city traffic far below. For the first time in days, there was no alarm, no footsteps, no low voices issuing instructions.Just stillness.She blinked at the ceiling, body sluggish, legs tangled in soft sheets. Her thighs ached faintly, a reminder of everything she’d surrendered the day before. She stretched slowly, savoring the deep pull through her back and hips.It was nearly ten.After a long shower and a few sunlit stretches in the living room, she made herself a light breakfast. Scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, berries. Her appetite had returned with surprising clarity. Everything tasted brighter. Cleaner.She dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, hair pulled up into a loose bun, and sank into the sofa with one of the pregnancy books from Cade’s shelf. The chapters were dense and clinical, so many charts and terms, so many possibilities. She read three pages about first-trimester symptoms before shutting the book and set

“Stay there,” Cade said softly.Lili barely heard him over the sound of her own heartbeat, but she obeyed. Her cheek remained pressed against the rug, breath catching in short, shaky bursts as her body trembled in the aftermath. Her limbs felt molten, her thighs still quivering with each breath.She heard the quiet slide of a drawer opening, the rustle of plastic. Then Cade was kneeling beside her again, and something cool and damp touched the inside of her thigh.A wipe.He was cleaning her.Not rushed. Not impersonal. But slow. Almost reverent.“You did beautifully,” he murmured as he worked. “You made a mess, sweetheart.”His voice was warm, affectionate. She let her eyes close, tension bleeding out of her body with every careful stroke.When he was done, he reached for the soaked thong still tangled around her knees.“You won’t need this anymore,” he said, sliding it down her legs with gentle efficiency. “It’s ruined anyway.”She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure she could.“Come on

Lili stayed kneeling even as Cade tucked himself away. Her lips were still wet, her jaw pleasantly sore, her mouth tingling with a heady mix of exertion and satisfaction.She waited, breathless, a warm buzz thrumming low in her belly. Eyes lowered. A beat passed. Then another.Cade didn’t groan. Didn’t tense. Didn’t spill into her mouth.Instead, he reached down and brushed a thumb along the corner of her lips. The touch was warm. Gentle.“That was very good," he murmured. "Almost too good, Lili."She blinked up at him, heart hammering.But he was already zipping his pants, smoothing his shirt, offering her nothing else. No finish. No reward. Just that low, satisfied voice.“You didn’t...” she began softly, unsure if she was allowed to ask.Cade gave her a small smile. Not mocking... kind. Dangerous in its calm.“No,” he said. “You’ll earn that another day.”The denial struck like a warm pulse of longing. Her throat tightened, but not with shame. Her thighs clenched, not from emptines

Lili's breath hitched, her eyes flicking down.Beckett’s cock was thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. Her mouth went dry. She hadn’t seen many but she was certain: he was big. Long, heavy, with veins ridging the shaft and a weight that made her stomach clench with nerves. Raw, physical attraction rolled through her, chased by something sharper: intimidation. Wanting it and fearing it all at once.He watched her face as she stared. No teasing, no arrogance. Just quiet dominance.“Start slow,” Cade said from somewhere behind her. “Lick the tip. Use your tongue first. No hands.”Her pulse thundered. She leaned in slowly, heart hammering, and parted her lips. Her tongue moved, hesitant, tracing the sensitive head. She heard Beckett’s sharp inhale above her.“Good,” Cade murmured. “Now again.”She obeyed. Another slow lick. Then she wrapped her lips around the crown and gently sucked.Beckett’s hand moved to the back of her head, firm but not pushing.“Deeper,” he said quietly

Lili held her breath.Beckett’s hands moved with slow certainty, and her nerves lit up like fire under his touch. Her thighs ached from restraint, her core soaked, but she stayed still.Just like he asked.His fingers swept higher, thumbs grazing along the curve of her hips, dangerously close to the waistband of her thong. The heat of his palms through the sheer fabric of her stockings was maddening, firm enough to claim, gentle enough to tease.Her knees trembled again, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t. Every instinct in her body screamed to arch into him, to beg for more, to surrender to the tension simmering just beneath her skin. But the command echoed louder than her desperation.'Still.'She clung to it.Behind her, Cade had risen from his desk. She could feel him again, closer now, like a wolf drawn by scent and sound. His heat radiated across her back, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t touch.Beckett did.One hand dipped, trailing across the hem of her skirt, pushing it higher and high

Despite how Caelia occasionally cringed at the overzealous affection between her mother and Karios, she couldn’t deny the quiet warmth it brought her. There was a time when she’d believed her mother might never smile again, let alone be loved so tenderly. But now, Karios treated both of his wives like they hung the stars, and Gelda and Caelia’s mother had become inseparable. For all the pain that had paved their past, joy now bloomed freely.Lately, however, Karios’s devotion had met some stiff competition.Caelia’s son, Raelan, had stolen the hearts of the entire household.It was hardly a surprise. He was perfection, at least to her. He looked exactly like Rhyzar, down to the bronze tint of his skin and the soft waves of his dark hair. But his eyes, green-gold like sunlit peridot, that was her influence. He was the most beautiful baby in the world, and Caelia dared anyone to disagree.Everyone doted on him, his fathers most of all. He’d spent the first six months of his life sleepin

Another three months passed.Caius had returned on Rhyzar’s orders, though he seemed reluctant to leave the capital—or more specifically, to leave the king. Caelia had suspected for some time that Caius and the young king had grown… close. More than once, she had caught the telltale flush on Caius’s face when the king’s name was mentioned. Now, standing before her, Caius delivered his report in his usual straightforward manner, but there was an unspoken weight in his eyes.“The Mariswyn sons have returned to their father’s estate,” he explained. “After some time… healing.”Caelia’s brows lifted. Healing. A word that felt too foreign for the legacy left behind by her father.“They’re running the estate alongside Lady Mariswyn,” Caius continued, his expression softening. “They seem to be… in a better place.”Caelia hesitated, considering the weight of his words.“They’d like to meet you,” Caius said. “When you’re ready.”The idea of reconnecting with her half-brothers stirred something u

Her husband approached with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes roving over her exposed, helpless form with a ravenous gaze.Caelia’s body flushed a deep crimson as she suppressed a gasp, feeling the white dragon press deeper into her once more. Her frame trembled with ecstasy, clenching around her new mate even as a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her.Rhyzar’s gaze only heightened her arousal, his eyes never leaving her.Her gaze flicked downwards as he stopped directly in front of her.She could almost feel the heat radiating from him, her awareness of his proximity grew excruciating as the dragon began to move more rhythmically.A strong, warm hand cupped her jaw, lifting her head to face him.Panting from the relentless pleasure, she opened her eyes to meet his golden gaze, his obvious arousal mere inches from her face.A low growl resonated from Rhyzar’s chest, similar to the sounds the dragon behind her was making."Are you enjoying my gift?" he murmured, a dangerous edge

Pleasure rippled through Caelia's body as the white dragon’s long finger traced the curve of her backside. Heat spread from his touch, a wave of ecstasy sinking deep into her muscles and bones in a way no human could ever hope to replicate. His magic infused every caress, lighting up her nerves with sensations that bordered on unbearable.Her back arched instinctively, her body begging for more as a ragged moan slipped past her lips."Good." The dragon’s voice was deep and resonant, vibrating through the bed beneath her. It melted through her core without the use of magic. Pure, ancient dominance wrapped in a deceptively calm tone.“That’s cheating,” Rhyzar’s smirking voice curled into her mind, the sound dark and amused.Caelia’s breath hitched. She could feel Rhyzar’s arousal as clearly as her own, thrumming through the bond between them. It only stoked the fire burning beneath her skin.“Please,” she whispered, her voice breathless and trembling.A low growl rolled through the room

Caelia’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as heat coiled low in her belly.“I-uh-I—” she fumbled, her face burning as desire flooded through her veins. Her body practically vibrated with need.“Do not worry, Little Mate.” The silver-eyed man took a slow, deliberate step forward. His molten gaze pinned her in place as if he could see straight through her. “I’m well aware of my lack of experience with your body.” His lips curved into a lazy smile. “But I assure you, I will put you in a state of constant pleasure.”He said it so mundanely, as if he were discussing the weather.Before Caelia could process the meaning of his words, a wave of pure, exquisite ecstasy ripped through her body.Her knees buckled. Her inner walls fluttered around nothing, clenching helplessly as pleasure surged through her veins. She gasped, clutching at his hands—his firm, warm hands. Heat poured from his skin, the same heat that always radiated from Rhyzar.Her legs trembled dangerously beneath her.“Little Ma

Caelia had grown accustomed to the quiet companionship of her two guards. Despite her insistence that she had no need for their protection, Daxan and Orin had refused to leave her service, claiming it was their honor to protect her. At first, she had found their persistence exasperating. But then, she had noticed the way their eyes lingered on Liora—the subtle glances, the hesitant smiles—and it all made sense.The truth had come out at last. Liora, in her quiet bravery, had confessed her feelings to Caelia, admitting that she shared an affection for both men. The revelation had filled Caelia with an unfamiliar warmth, the kind she had rarely associated with relationships. Love, in all its forms, could be unconventional, unpredictable—but if it made them happy, then who was she to judge?And perhaps it was fate, because their presence also ensured another loose end remained tightly bound.Selene had survived.Rhyzar had kept his word, shielding her just enough to ensure she lived, but