Novels by E L Simon

Jax drove with one hand loose on the wheel.The car still had that fresh‑off‑the‑lot shine, sleek, sharp, powerful, but it felt hollow. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was everything else. Whatever the reason, the car didn’t give him the rush he’d hoped for; it was just another machine eating up an empty stretch of road.The late‑afternoon sun hung low, pouring warm orange light across the dash, flashing over his knuckles every time the car glided past a break in the trees. He wasn’t speeding, but he wasn’t taking his time either, his mind restless.Lila’s voice spilled through the speakers, bright and edged with concern. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”Jax didn’t sigh, but it tugged at him. “It’s fine.”“Jax…” she pressed. “Look, Ry’s not an actual stalker, so there's no way he'll figure this out, but he’s suspicious. And stubborn. And loud. And he doesn’t let go of things once he grabs onto them.”Jax snorted.Yeah. He knew.He'd seen it in the way Ryder had followed him down the hal

The campus gym smelled like rubber flooring, old sweat, and a handful of guys pretending they weren’t hungover. Ryder pushed through the double doors like he owned the place. Chest out, jaw tight, every part of him screaming in protest.He ignored that.He ignored everything.Especially the aches lower in his body that had absolutely nothing to do with hockey.Leo trailed behind him, wary but mostly unfazed.Ryder slapped his ID at the check-in desk. The student worker barely glanced up before waving him through.He turned immediately, eyes scanning the place. Treadmills. Free weights. Squat racks.No Calloway.He scowled. Had the bastard already come and gone? There was no way. It took weeks, sometimes months, to get card access as a transfer, and Jax’s name hadn’t been on the sign-in logs Leo filled in.So where the fuck was he?"You good?" Leo asked quietly."Peachy," Ryder muttered.He marched straight to the row of free weights, grabbed a dumbbell that was far too heavy for the c

Ryder woke up in his own bed with a much smaller headache than he'd hoped for.A pounding, brutal hangover would’ve been convenient right now. Something he could blame it all on. Hell, maybe he could claim he’d been drunk all week. But the dull throb behind his eyes wasn’t nearly enough. He blinked at the ceiling, as the memories of last night hit. Hard.The face Jax made when Brooke yanked him down beside her. That quick, sharp widening of his eyes, shock and discomfort, before he erased it completely. That look stuck under Ryder’s skin like a splinter.Then the rest of the night flashed behind his eyes with brutal clarity.Jax’s fingers in Ryder’s hair, tight and commanding. Ryder’s knees hitting the floor, the hardwood beneath him. And then Jax’s cock against his lips. The heat of it, the weight of it, the way Jax’s breath broke when Ryder took him deeper, thighs tense on either side of Ryder’s shoulders like he was losing control. Ryder’s hands had trembled, trying not to think, n

Jax didn’t waste a second.He reached into his back pocket, tearing a foil packet open with his teeth like he’d been waiting to use it. Ryder’s breath stuttered as he watched Jax roll the condom down over himself, the thick length of him disappearing under smooth latex.Then Jax slicked himself with lube, stroking once, slow and deliberate, his jaw tightening like he was fighting to keep control.Ryder’s legs were already lifted, draped over one of Jax’s shoulders. His sweatpants and boxers still tangled around his ankles, shoes still on, exposed in a way he’d never imagined he would be.Jax lined himself up.Ryder felt the blunt heat of him press right against his entrance. Hot, solid, undeniable.His lungs faltered.Jax’s grip on his thigh tightened.And then he pushed in.The stretch hit Ryder all at once. Sharp, shocking, burning in a way that stole the air from his lungs. His fingers clawed at the floor, his head tipping back as a broken sound scraped out of his throat.Jax didn’

For a split second, Ryder forgot how to breathe.His mouth hovered over the head of a man's cock, close enough that he could feel the heat of it on his lips, close enough that the faint, clean scent of Jax’s skin curled into his head and rewired something fundamental.Fingers tightened in his hair.Ryder’s pulse thudded so hard it made his vision pulse too.He’d never done this before. Never even thought about doing it. Not to a guy. Not to anyone like this, on his knees, being guided instead of doing the guiding.And yet he didn’t pull back. Didn’t stop Jax from lowering his head. Didn’t stop himself from letting it happen.His lips brushed the tip, barely, and Ryder’s breath hitched hard.Jesus Christ.It was warm. Soft. Heavy. Too real. Too intimate. Nothing like the guys in porn he’d half‑ignored his whole life. Jax’s cock pressed against his mouth carried a heat that made Ryder’s stomach flip.His tongue moved before he could think, just a tiny flick against the underside.Jax’s

Ryder wasn’t sure when the night went sideways, but something in him snapped the second Brooke tugged Jax down beside her.He didn’t even fully understand it. A moment ago, he was ready to ditch Calloway and finish the 'tour' the way he always did, with a pretty girl balanced on his cock. But something ugly twisted behind his ribs.Brooke touching Jax shouldn’t matter.Jax liked women. Obviously. Lila had said he was bi, and she wouldn’t just pull that out of nowhere. He’d fucked her with zero hesitation, right in front of Ryder. Like it was nothing.So why the hell did it make Ryder’s stomach tighten when Brooke ran her hand along Jax’s hip? Or when she giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder?He told himself it was the alcohol. The heat. The competition.But deep down he knew it wasn’t.He kept side‑eyeing Jax as they walked, Brooke chattering between them, her hands roaming wherever she pleased. Sometimes on Ryder’s chest. Sometimes on Jax’s arm. Sometimes sliding too low, too

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 redressed carefully, folding her blouse closed over damp skin, and returned to her desk in silence.A few minutes passed. Quiet. Weighted.Then Cade broke it with a murmur, casual as anything.“You’re so responsive today, sweetheart,” he said, not looking up from his screen. “I barely have to say anything and you melt for me.”Lili flushed again, pressing her knees together beneath the desk. Across the room, Beckett didn’t speak. But she caught the way his fingers clenched around his pen. How he stared at the screen without really seeing it.Later, when she crossed the room to grab a drink, Cade reached to help guide the glass and his hand brushed her inner thigh.It was feather-light. Could have passed for nothing. But the look he gave Beckett afterward said otherwise.And Beckett’s jaw ticked.She was back at her desk, cheeks burning, when Cade spoke again, louder now, enough for Beckett to hear.“He’s quiet today, isn’t he? Maybe you’ve got him tongue-tied.”Lili’s head shot up

Lili was buzzing.She’d barely slept, waking too early with her pulse dancing just beneath her skin. All weekend she’d obeyed every message, every task, every subtle request. And all of it had made her ache for more.Now it was Monday.She dressed slowly, deliberately. Stockings first. She smoothed them up over her thighs with trembling fingers. Her heels were next. High, sleek. A familiar weight on her feet now. But she chose a pleated today, one that stopped scandalously high on her thighs.Her blouse was tucked in neatly, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt like a woman on the edge of something.By the time she arrived at the office, her body was already tingling. Anticipation coiled through her with every step. When she opened the door and stepped inside, she didn’t miss the way both men looked up instantly.Cade’s brows lifted, his mouth curving into something wicked. Beckett’s gaze went sharp, lowering to her skirt, pausing, then climbing back up to her face l

Beckett closed the door to Lili's apartment behind him with a soft click and leaned back against it for half a breath. His chest rose, then fell in a slow, measured exhale.He felt less agitated now. His pulse was still high, but the pressure in his gut had eased. It had been building all week, every time she knelt beside his desk, every time she obeyed without question, every time she blushed and tried to hide it.But tonight?Her wide eyes. Her parted lips. The way she'd just let him.She looked so fucking beautiful covered in him.Marked like that.His cock twitched again.Beckett hissed under his breath and pushed off the door. Enough. He tried to shake the image from his head, but it clung to him like a fever. Was she still lying there? Silk clinging to her skin, his cum drying on her skin?He swore softly and crossed the small hall to his own apartment. As soon as he shut the door behind him, he shrugged off his jacket and headed straight for the small liquor cabinet tucked bene

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

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