Novels by Lana ghostie

Exotic Hotwife collection Some wives are meant to be shared, especially those married to tiny-dicked men, for there fame and wealth. They smile sweetly at dinner parties, hold their husband’s arm in public, and play the role of the perfect, loyal spouse. But deep down, they burn and crave for thick, dominant cocks, they fantasize about being used like filthy whores in front of strangers moaning, squirting, and begging while their husbands watch in humiliated silence. This is Erotic Hotwife Erotica a raw, explicit collection of stories about once-respectable wives who surrender completely to their slutty urges. In these pages, elegant, sophisticated women transform into public cumsluts. They get fucked in offices, lecture halls, luxury hotels, beaches, and high-society events. They spread their legs and take load after load while their husbands are forced to watch, stroke their pathetic cocks, and clean up the mess. The wives don’t just cheat. They perform. They beg. They squirt. They get ruined for everyone to see.

BLURB: She was born on the night her mother died and they never let her forget it. For eighteen years, Ivory Ashwood has lived in the margins of her father's pack—unwanted, unshifted, and hiding violet eyes behind contacts because the last time someone saw their real color, they called her cursed and meant it. She has learned to be invisible. She has learned that surviving and living are two very different things and that she has only ever been doing one of them. On her eighteenth birthday, her father sells her to settle a debt. But the night does not go the way anyone planned because Lycan King Zion Valdris arrives at Silverstone, takes one look at Ivory across a crowded clearing, and feels three years of constant pain vanish from his chest. He does not believe in coincidences so he buys her contract before midnight. Ivory has survived monsters her entire life. She is not impressed by powerful men. She is not going to fall in love with a king just because the universe says she should. But something is waking up inside her, it is older than the mate bond, older than pack law, older than the Moon Goddess herself and when it fully opens its eyes, nothing in Aeloria will ever be the same again. Least of all her.