Dearest Gentle Reader Bridgerton

⚠️ Trigger Warning!!! This is an intense dark romance novel. Reader's discretion is advised. **** "You were born for me. You waited for me. The moment you came into this world, you cried for me, and you will keep crying for me until your last breath, Ixora." ---- Drexton Blackthorn had his bloody, thirst-filled eyes on a couple for the sins they committed. He swore to make them pay. But everything changed when she was born. She became his target. Just like a ferocious tiger, she was his prey. The moment she was born, she became his. The moment she breathed her first, she became his to destroy. His to taint. She lives all for him. He plans to make her shed blood; only then will his thirst for revenge be quenched — only then will his long wait come to an end. Ixora Castellan, his prey, became his little stalker—or so she thought. Little did she know that she was the stalked. He knew things about her...things neither her body nor mind could discover. The game was his, the prey was his, the hunt was his. But slowly, the hunter becomes hunted. This game of revenge was slowly turning into a game of obsession—an obsession he wasn't ready to succumb to. He wants every inch of her. Her body, her soul, her mind, her heart. She wasn't just a part of his want; she was his need. But she wants to be free...Is that even possible? How can she escape from his clutches, his web, his wings, when she's not even sure who she is? Play pet, little thief, Ixora Castellan...She doesn't know, but one thing is clear, she is whatever he wants her to be. She's lost her identity to him. Her ruin. Her tormentor. Her destruction.

Feisty, witty and assertive, Wynn Mayfield speaks her mind and refuses to settle for anything in life- especially men. She is nicknamed the Romance Widow because of her list of standards topped by fictional men- a list she uses as a weapon against any chance of romance. Life is going pretty well for her, and she couldn't be more satisfied. That is, until Ethan Sterling; her highschool bully and first love- the one responsible for her worst heartbreak- shows up and turns her world upside down with a confession of love. Gentle, warm and innocently charming with an unshakable optimism, Ethan Sterling is anything BUT the bully she knew in highschool. Wynn wants him gone, but he is a formidable foe. Determined to win her over, he challenges her list: He will prove his love by beating the standards set by her favourite fictional men. Witty banters, a chance for revenge, hilarious fails and romantic tension. Will Ethan succeed in capturing Wynn's heart?

Marina Russo has always lived a quiet life—graduated top of her class in culinary school, pays her bills on time, and avoids drama at all costs. When she lands a private chef position in a sprawling mansion on the edge of the city, it seems like a dream job. But nothing in that house is as simple as it seems. The brothers who own the estate are powerful, dangerous, and deeply tied to the criminal underworld. Domenico is gentle, perceptive, and blind—but he commands an empire with deadly precision and an almost eerie calm. Alessandro is sharp-edged, cold, and calculating—the kind of man whose presence is both intoxicating and terrifying. Marina is caught in their storm.But in a world where loyalty is currency and trust is a liability, love could be the one move that ruins them all.

WARNING: This story features hardcore taboo, graphic content, age-gap erotica, irresistible steam and mature subject matter suitable for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion is advised. ****************** “What happens when a girl in black-and-white sacred garment gets tainted with forbidden colors of sin? When the pure angel falls, not into darkness—but into desire? Sister Celeste Williams, an innocent orphan of st. Augustine cathedral. Devoted to her faith, she’s the epitome of purity, discipline, and unwavering devotion. A life of prayer and service is all she has ever known, her heart untouched by temptation or worldly desires—until him. Christian Adam, the irresistibly Sex God mafia Don was everything she swore to resist—powerful, ruthless and dangerously tempting. With his piercing gaze that burns through her resolve and a touch that makes her question her vows, he became her greatest sin… and her deepest craving. He fell first, but she fell harder—straight into a love so sinful it feels like salvation. Now, torn between her faith and a forbidden desire; Celeste must face the ultimate decision: forever devote and remain a saint… or surrender to the devil in tailored-suit who owns her soul.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains scenes of psychological manipulation, emotional abuse, explicit content, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Not for the faint of heart. 🔞‼️ Cassandra Jenkins was blackmailed into marrying Trovian Blackwood to shield her sister from her father’s brutal brand of control. On the surface, she looks like a pawn. A delicate, obedient bride in a designer cage. But behind her silence is a woman quietly plotting. Trovian, ruthless and ice-blooded, believes Cassandra is her father's latest puppet. He wants vengeance, not vows. Every glance is a power play. Every touch is a calculated punishment. He makes her pay for sins she didn’t commit. But the more he watches her… The more he realizes that she’s hiding fire beneath her bruised loyalty. Their marriage becomes a battlefield of cruel words, broken trust, and tension so thick it borders on violence. Yet somewhere between the hate and the hurt, desire creeps in. Dark. Twisted. Addictive. When enemies from the shadows rise, Cassandra and Trovian must decide— Will they destroy each other? Or become the kind of monsters willing to burn the world down together?

Warning... or Invitation? That choice is yours. This isn’t a fairytale. This isn’t about sweet kisses beneath cherry blossoms or soft smiles under the stars. No. This is raw, This is reckless, This is “Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire” A collection of BL short stories carved from lust, laced with obsession, and kissed by chaos. Each chapter stands on its own, a world where strangers become addictions, roommates cross lines, enemies blur into lovers, and the line between want and need snaps without warning. These men don’t fall in love. They fall into temptation. They crash into each other like lightning against the sea, loud, unforgiving, and beautiful in their destruction. You’ll find no gentle romance here. Only the ache of fingertips brushing where they shouldn't, the weight of glances held too long, the gasp before the plunge. This is for the ones who know love isn’t always tender. That sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones written in bruises and longing. This is for those who crave stories that leave a mark, who don’t flinch when desire gets messy, when hearts bleed a little before they beat as one. Not for the faint-hearted. Not for the clean-handed. This is for the bold, the brave, the ones who dare to touch the flame even if it burns. So turn the page. Step into the fire. But don’t say I didn’t warn you--- Because once the embers catch, they never go out.

Desire might be gentle but not here, it is filthy, possessive, obsessive and once you taste it you can never get enough. Steamy Sessions is NOT sweet slow burn novel with a charming prince, this collection contains quite a number of EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT including: •Intense power play. • Pet play, pain play, bondage, obedience training. •Dubsub elements. •Possessive, obsessive, morally questionable love interests. •Dark Erotic Fantasies. •Exhibitionism, degradation and praise. •Noncon/Dubcon. •Sharing, Public Submission. •Sadistic Dom, Brutal Switches and Feral Brats. •Queer Characters. •Possessive Monsters.

"You let another man touch what belongs to me?" Lucian’s hand, a possessive vice, encircled her throat. "How dare you? You're mine. The next man who lays a finger on you will beg for death." Lyra’s bitter laugh filled the silence. "Since when do you care? Wasn't I your 'land whale'? Your 'disgusting she-hippopotamus'?" CRACK. His fist splintered the plaster beside her head. "I. FUCKING. CARED. You were always MINE." "I counted every breath you took in his arms," Lucian whispered, his lips grazing the scar he’d given her. "Now he'll count his as I carve them out." Lyra stood unyielding. "You discarded me like trash. He picked up the pieces." The mirror shattered as he hurled her against it. "I WAS SAVING YOU." From what? The forced marriage? The dehumanizing weight loss clinics? The night she miscarried, utterly alone? Lucian’s "care" came too late. Lyra never wanted this marriage—a gilded cage to a billionaire who systematically broke her. But with her mother’s life hanging by a thread, she sold herself to the monster who devoured her soul. Lucian crushed her, made her beg for scraps of dignity. Then, his best friend offered everything Lucian withheld—gentle hands, tender words, a love that didn't wound. Lucian returned. Now, he's a shadow, everywhere: watching her with hungry eyes, touching her with possessive hands, swearing this time will be different. He pleaded, on his knees, for her heart. But Lyra knows better. She’s uncovered three explosive truths: Lucian's first wife wasn't just gone; she was murdered. Her sister didn't disappeared. And the most dangerous lie of all? She's been sleeping with it. Game over? Or game just beginning? As Lucian's obsession escalates and the past claws its way back, Lyra will choose between revenge, accept or reject.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Marcos Theus  Schuyler Sarin a feared ruler of his own empire and a mysophobic clean freak. A billionaire away from media and people. Why? He's allergic to dirt. He's mysterious and ruthless. Until he met the only Marija Nitara Maldevar. A poor girl financially but a gifted one physically. A freelance model and a lil bit slowpoke. He's fucking 36 and she's 26.Read and discover the love beyond the gap.TbcZerenette