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A centuries old tale of a woman who grants wishes to lonely souls haunts the mind of the new generation. Charlie Peddington is a broke, aspiring writer who wishes to write and publish her very first novel that would blow the minds of every reader she could imagine. She spends her time struggling in between master classes and in being a ghost writer to any student needing her service. As part of her final project, she's tasked to write the most out of this world story she could ever come up, with the possibility of being introduced to a well-known publisher courtesy of her mentor. But how does she make her story excel amongst the new generation of creators? Until an unfortunate event brought her to the life of a mysterious woman who rescued her one night. Her curiosity got the best of her, that when she learned of her identity, she realizes she could no longer turn her back against the things that she is about to discover. How will she fare against a half jinni, half witch who has lived for hundreds of centuries filled with the most out of this world stories she can ever imagine?

Explicit sexual content, age gap (17 years), father’s best friend taboo, dirty talk, claiming, strong language. Reader discretion strongly advised. Fantasizing about the man 17 years older than you is dangerous. Being jealous while he fucks other ladies in your presence is another. That was me. My dad’s best friend. Our hockey coach. Knox Vance. Now I’m trapped alone with him in his isolated lakeside cabin for the entire summer. He lays down the rules like commands on the ice: no parties, no boys, keep your distance or else. But I’m done being the good little girl everyone cages. I push him. I tease him. I bend over in nothing but tiny shorts and beg him to destroy every boundary to stretch me open, fuck me raw, and breed his best friend’s daughter while my father is miles away. He’ll ruin me. Claim me. Own me so completely I’ll never want anyone else again. Don’t Tempt Me, Little GirlA Forbidden age-gap hockey romance that would make you begging for more.

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT It contains mature themes, explicit language, graphic violence, strong emotional content, and sexually suggestive situations that may not be suitable for younger audiences or sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised. By continuing, you confirm that you are at least 18 years old and understand that this story contains dark and mature elements meant for adult readers only. In a world where desire knows no limits, Flames of Hot & Steamy Collections burns with forbidden passion and raw, unfiltered lust. From a young woman’s obsessive craving for her handsome stepdad, to a hockey captain begging his dominant coach to claim him, from rival basketball players surrendering to heated rivalry-fueled intimacy, to a poor student corrupted by her rich roommate’s wicked temptations, and powerful alphas locked in primal, possessive mating — this scorching anthology delivers five intensely spicy stories that push every boundary. Steamy age-gap taboo. Sweaty MM locker room secrets. Seductive FF enemies-to-lovers heat. And so much more. If you crave filthy, heart-pounding encounters that leave you dripping and desperate for more, step into the flames of Hot & Steamy Collections Where every taboo desire is set on fire.

Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood. Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride. On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride. Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir. But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation. He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife. "She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death." He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside. Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.

A doomsday blizzard hit just before Christmas. The zombie virus exploded. Our fortress was a top-tier ski resort. Now, it was about to fall. My husband, Ethan, was a former Navy SEAL. Our head of security. He swore his defense system was foolproof. The blizzard knocked out the power. But he’d sent all the backup generator fuel to the summit. Just to light up a Christmas tree for Chloe. He even had a few guards up there with them, throwing a party. In my last life, I fought him. I herded everyone into the last bunker. But Chloe whined. A crowded Christmas was boring, she said. She stormed out of the safe room and ran right into the jaws of the horde. Ethan carved a path through the horde to secure the walls. Then he sat in silence, cradling Chloe’s bones. He pretended he wanted to start over with me. He let me get pregnant with his child. The day I gave birth, he knocked me unconscious and dumped me into a nearby zombie nest. He always rescued me just before I died. He’d inject me with a serum that kept me from turning. Nineteen times, he threw me to the zombies. I died in agony as they tore the flesh from my bones. "If you hadn't sabotaged my defenses," he’d hissed, "if you hadn't crashed our party and led the horde right to us, Chloe would still be alive!" I opened my eyes. I was back. Christmas Eve.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s office. The graduate lounge. And the joint lab next door. Then my phone buzzed. Baby? Why did you go quiet? I stared at the message. For three months, I had been flirting with a man whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen. Now he was somewhere in this building. Maybe behind one of those doors. Maybe watching the same hallway. Maybe close enough to hear me breathe. Then I saw the light under Dr. Ford’s office door. My stomach dropped. Because there was one thing worse than falling for a stranger online. Finding out he might be the professor who had just covered my thesis in red ink.

Anateya Berretta had her entire life mapped out. Get good grades, get her MBA, and take over her papi's security company as his sole heir. However, papi messed up and now she was a bargaining chip held hostage by New York's No. 1 Mafia Lord. It certainly didn't help that she'd met the man before, and yearned for him like no other. Romero Bartolone was at the peak of his rule when he lost his favorite casino in an organized attack. Now he was out one billion, with countless elitists jonesing for the returns on their backdoor investment. She was only supposed to be a hostage, but he couldn't stay away from the alluring light inside her that called to his darkness. First things first, a debt was owed-- and if someone had to pay-- why not her? Besides, she was entangled in the game of the underground now, and he was the only monster who could keep her safe. Still, with dangers lurking all around, they remain vulnerable in the most high-stakes game of all, the game of hearts. And he'd burn the world... so as long as he didn't lose. [Nb: This is a dark romance book intended for mature audiences. Reader's discretion is advised.] No. of Chapters To Be Released: ~50

Lyra has known more heartbreak than most. Being rejected by her fated mate was devastating enough, but discovering she was pregnant with his pups only weeks later nearly broke her. Alpha King Ronan has made many mistakes in his life, but rejecting Lyra four years ago tops them all. She had been nothing more than a weak omega, yet no other woman had come close to awakening the feelings she once stirred inside him—feelings he refused to name, let alone admit. Now Lyra has returned, seeking his help to find a child he never knew existed. Even more shocking, Ronan discovers they don't share just one child, but three. Triplets. The years have changed Lyra, and she is no longer the broken omega who once loved him hopelessly. Now she's strong, fearless, breathtakingly beautiful, and completely beyond his reach. Ronan finds himself falling again, even harder this time. But the problem is that winning back his rejected mate may be far harder than losing her ever was. *** *** *** CONTENT WARNING: This story is strictly 18+. It contains dark romance themes: explicit sexual content, violence, omega humiliation & abuse, and a morally gray male lead. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Warning: This story contains scenes of triggers. Contains scenes of rape and sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. The author also does not condone nor glorify any of the scenes listed. Proceed with caution. *** Alana's world comes crashing down when her pack is attacked and her father, the Alpha is killed, and her mother gets abducted by another who happens to be her true mate. Her life drastically changes from being the daughter of an Alpha to being the slave of the triplet Alphas of the Blood Rose Pack. She lives a life of torment and sexual torture until the night she became eighteen. Alana believes her redemption will come when her wolf finally awakens. And when the time comes, in all happiness, Alana decides to escape in the middle of the night and never to return to the pack. But when she opens the door to her room, she's met by the triplets, who, unfortunately, her wolf calls out to as her mate. “No! It can't be, it just cannot be!” “What cannot be? It is what it is!” “No! I, Alana Reeva, reject you, Aiden, Caden and Jayden as my mate!" This is shocking, as none of the triplets expected Alana to be that bold to reject them. What will it be? Do you think the Triplets will accept her rejection and let her go? Let's find out.

During the Labor Day team retreat, I had booked out the entire top floor of the Grand Summit Hotel. Yet, when my fiancee, Serena Wagner, found out, she was enraged. "Matthew Grant, are you out of your mind? Spending over 800,000 dollars to rent a place for one day? Since you're so rich and have nowhere else to splurge, just let me help you spend it!" Then, she called over our intern, Dylan Foster. She pointed at him and started yelling at me. "He only makes 6000 a month as an intern. Why don't you give him this money instead?" I looked at my colleagues standing nearby, their faces clearly uncomfortable. I replied calmly, "His salary isn't low compared to industry standards. Besides, the team-building budget belongs to everyone. Why should I give it all to him?" However, the moment those words left my mouth, Serena exploded. "I'm your finance director and your future wife! Of course, I get to control where your money goes. If you don't agree, then let's call off the engagement!" With that, she stormed off with Dylan. I silently picked up a bottle from the floor and poured myself three glasses. The first glass was for her, for being with me through the first half of my life. The second glass was for me, for having a clear conscience in this relationship. The third glass was for both of us. I wished us well as we parted ways and moved on with our separate lives.