Two Queens In A King Size Bed

“Don't you guys feel sorry for her?” “She's just a cheap slut that begs for me every night,” a man that looks exactly like her fiancé said with a smirk. Eleanor just found out that her fiancé was a twin and her bedmate was his twin brother. Her caring fiancé by day was different from the one filled with desires at night. ********* Eleanor dated her fiancé for four years and decided to get married to him, but she was just a pawn in his revenge games. What will she do when she finds out that the man she has been sleeping with was her fiancé’s secret twin brother, not her fiancé?

Book II of 'His' series. Aiden King is next in line to rule the werewolf kingdom. He was born and raised with discipline which he values a lot. Okay kinda values. What happens when he is mated to a rebellious, raven haired vixen. With a smart,foul mouth and carefree attitude, Mackenzie is not loved by many in her pack. With the posture of a stick and the attitude of a mule, how will he possibly cope with Mackenzie Lathen. (Can be read as a stand-alone but I suggest reading the first one so you know who's who.)

Rated 21+ / Matured content warning ⚠️ This book is for a mature audience only! Each short story contains strong language, taboo themes and very explicit sex scenes! THE TWIN IN HIS BED is a billionaire erotica short story collection filled with unapologetically raw, dark fantasies brought to life. It is not just a sex-capades, but a thrilling series with morally grey characters, life altering decisions, and the human nature. THE TWIN IN HIS BED After eleven years of silence, Ellesmere Morrison's estranged twin sister reappears with an outrageous demand: impersonate her for one week while she escapes on a secret trip with her lover. Refusal isn't an option. Armed with blackmail and a fortune Ellesmere desperately needs, her sister leaves her with a simple assignment—live in her mansion, fool the staff, and survive seven days as a woman she barely knows. The plan collapses on the very first night. Carlton Holland, her sister's devastatingly handsome billionaire husband, returns home days ahead of schedule. With a collapsed plan, and her sister conveniently out of reach, she is forced to maintain the deception. Ellesmere finds herself sharing a home, a bed, and a life that was never meant to be hers. But the longer the lie continues, the more Carlton becomes drawn to the woman he believes is his wife. The woman who is shy, kinder, warmer, and infinitely different from the one he married. As attraction ignites and dangerous feelings take root, Ellesmere falls for the one man she can never truly have—a man who doesn't even know her name.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT !!! "I thought I'd never get to kiss you again. Never in a million years did I think I'll get to taste you, or have you madly in this bed we've always shared. God, I want you so bad it hurts." My mouth moves hard against hers, the feel of her under me is intoxicating. "Then have me, Luke." It feels unreal, like a dream. But no, it's no dream... I'm about to do it with my best friend.

After waking up in the pages of a novel, I married the loyal second lead—the man who could never win the heroine's love. Blessed with exceptional fertility, I gave him two children in three years, and what began as a marriage of convenience slowly ripened into something like love. However, during the New Year's Eve ball at the palace, strange lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [The queen heroine is faking her pregnancy. She's just waiting for the fertile side character to give birth so she can steal the child!] [The second lead is truly devoted. To secure the queen's position, he'd even offer up his own wife to the king's bed.] [Once the side character "dies in childbirth," the baby becomes the heroine's by right. What a perfect scheme.] The silver spoon slipped from my fingers and rang against the floor. So, the deeply devoted second lead was always meant to protect only his unattainable first love. In that case… Why shouldn't I take the crown for myself?

I come home and find my husband's female best friend, Winona Langdon, who claims to be one of the guys, sleeping in my bed. I bring up divorce with Lucas Gardner for the 99th time. This time, he finally snaps. "Natania Simmon, are you done making a scene? Are you throwing a tantrum again just because Winona stayed over at our place and slept in our bed?" I answer calmly, "That's right." His friends throw their arms around his shoulders and chime in sarcastically, "Don't take it to heart, Lucas. Women get jealous easily. Oh, how I miss the days when we all slept under the same covers together." Lucas smiles bitterly and says, "When you guys get married in the future, remember this—you can't afford to mess with jealous women. Still, there's no helping it. Natania just loves me too much. She's trying to scare me by throwing divorce around. "Listen. In less than three days, she'll come crawling back to me." The derisive smirk playing on my lips deepens. In our seven years of marriage, Winona stays at my house whenever she pleases. I watch with my own eyes as Lucas and Winona grow increasingly inappropriate in their interactions. They reach into each other's pants. They also share the same straw and wash each other's underwear. And now... She even sleeps in my bed! These last seven years were not love. I was just foolishly blind. Right in front of everyone, I dial a number and say, "Dad, I'm done messing around out here. Your heiress is ready to come home."