Novels by E L Simon

Ethan jerked back first, head whipping toward the sound. Milo’s heart thudded as he scrambled off the counter, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair. He thought Ethan lived alone. Maybe he had a roommate?Then a young, impatient voice rang out. “Dad!?”Milo froze.Ethan’s jaw tightened, tension etched across his face as he ran a hand through his dark hair. More banging noises came from the entrance.“Help yourself to a beer in the fridge,” Ethan said quickly, voice low. “Or anything else. I’ll… be right back.”“Dad!” the voice called again.Ethan stalked out of the kitchen.Milo lingered near the door, curiosity gnawing at him. He peeked discreetly around the corner and saw Ethan facing a boy who looked like a smaller version of him, maybe nine or ten, scuffed sneakers and a defiant slouch.“Caleb,” Ethan said, his voice firm, “we don’t slam doors and kick our shoes at the wall.”Caleb kicked at the baseboard anyway, his mouth twisting into a petulant scowl. “Why

Ethan stepped out of the Range Rover with a grin that was all easy confidence in front of Jess. Broad-shouldered and effortlessly imposing. His dark hair was slightly mussed from the long journey, his sharp jaw catching the glow of the streetlight, he looked every bit the protective enforcer.He rounded the car to Milo’s side, ruffling his hair lightly. “C’mon, rookie. Let’s get you somewhere safe and dry for the night.”Milo flushed but played along, slinging his bag over his shoulder as Ethan opened the door for him.“Thanks for grabbing him, Ethan,” Jess said. “Last thing we need is him being mobbed in a hotel lobby.”“Yeah. I’ve got him.” Ethan said, flashing her a casual smile. “He’ll be fine.”The words looked completely innocent to Jess, but heat curled low in Milo’s stomach as he slid into the passenger seat. Ethan shut the door, circled back, and climbed in behind the wheel.The moment the car doors closed and Jess’s car was in the rearview, Ethan’s hand slid to Milo’s thigh,

The day blurred into the hum of travel.The Stormriders were on the move again, but there was no game looming that night. The bus ride felt different. Lighter. Quieter. Guys leaned back in their seats, earbuds in or dozing off, their bodies finally catching a break after the brutal stretch of games and the adrenaline crash of the Vultures matchup.Milo watched the landscape slide by through the window, his phone idle in his lap. There was a strange comfort in the monotony, in the shared exhaustion of the team.Their route happened to take them through Crestwick late in the evening.For the other guys, tonight meant a few precious hours to sleep in their own beds before the next road push. Not a day off, exactly, just a rare evening of familiarity and silence.For Milo, it meant something else.He’d be seeing the hotel room the team had arranged for him, his temporary landing spot while he figured out his relocation. He wasn’t going home. He didn’t have one in this city yet. But the th

Milo’s pulse still thrummed in his ears as he straddled Ethan, determined to ride him until neither of them could move. He reached down, trying to line Ethan’s cock up beneath him, but a strong hand caught his wrist.Ethan’s brow furrowed, his voice rough. “What do you mean, not satisfied?”“I can keep going,” Milo said, breathless, shifting his hips in search of him. “As many rounds as you want. Four? Would that be enough? I can keep up.”Ethan blinked at him, incredulous. “Four? Milo… what the hell makes you think I want to go four times?”Milo hesitated, then blurted out, “Because… I was watching. With Avery. Maybe it was more—I fell asleep.”The words hung in the air for a beat before he realized his mistake.Ethan’s hand stilled on his hip. His eyes darkened, and he tilted his head. “You were watching the whole time?”Milo faltered, heat blooming across his cheeks, but then he lifted his chin and said boldly, “Yes. I was. I was watching through the bathroom door.”For a moment, E

Milo’s voice was low and certain as he looked up at Ethan. “I want to taste you properly,” he said. “I didn’t get to do it for very long last time… and I’ve never done this with anyone else.”Ethan’s vision blurred for a moment.Milo’s reckless words rattled him like an earthquake.No one had ever made it feel like a confession and a command all at once. Ethan’s grip in Milo’s hair tightened, his jaw slack with shock and hunger as he stared down at him.“Christ, Milo…” The words tore out of him, half-groan, half-prayer.The sight of him wrecked and eager on his knees, lips wet, eyes bright with mischief and want, broke something in Ethan. He had always been the one in control, the one dictating the pace, but now all he could do was feel. Submit. Let Milo take what he wanted.“God, you’re gonna kill me,” Ethan rasped, hips stuttering as Milo’s mouth moved in a rhythm that made stars burst behind his eyelids.Milo hummed low in his throat, like he was pleased with himself, like he knew

The room seemed smaller, air heavier, filled with the thrum of anticipation and the faint scent of Ethan’s skin. Milo's lips brushed Ethan’s first. Light. Testing. And when Ethan groaned and pulled him in, it was like sparking a fuse. Tongues met, mouths opening greedily, and every brush of contact sent shivers racing through Milo’s body.His hands didn’t stop moving.They slid under Ethan’s hoodie, palms skimming across the planes of his back, up his spine, down his sides. Every touch was a question, an invitation, a quiet kind of hunger that was finally done pretending to be patient.Ethan kissed him like he’d drown without it, like Milo was oxygen and salvation and a fire he didn’t mind being burned by.Their mouths met again, steamier now, deeper still. Milo tugged Ethan closer, their bodies locked in a rhythm that pulsed with anticipation.“Still have that plug?” Milo murmured against Ethan’s lips, breath hot.Ethan’s hands gripped his hips. “Yeah.”Without breaking their kiss, E

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

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

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