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Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy ( Hunter Jones & Mey Wang ) 3. The Blonde That Got Away ( Luke & Shanelle Bernucci ) 4. Blackmailing The Bad Boy ( Flynn/Tyson & Kelsey Ferreira ) 5. Kiss Me First ( AU | Castile & Autumn ) Romance / Mature ( or what the author likes to call "Temptation and Seduction" Series ) 1. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) 2. True Love and Other Disasters ( Tae-Woo & YoonA )

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

His voice dropped low, laced with that filthy dominance that made my chest heave and my pussy tighten without my permission. I swallowed hard, legs trembling beneath me, fingers gripping the sofa for support. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to escape. But I couldn’t ignore the wet heat that clung to me, the way my body remembered every touch, every whisper, every deliciously dirty thing Damien had made me imagine—and feel. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. I could feel the tension crackling between the three of us like fire, dangerous and hot. And I knew, deep down, this was only the beginning…