Every Minute And Every Hour

She seized the moment when a man named Matthew mistook her for a gift at his stag party. Desperate to escape the arranged marriage waiting for her back in the Philippines, Zenna gave herself to a stranger she met along the moonlit shores of Viareggio. Her plan worked. She was free. But freedom came at a cost—her family turned their backs on her, leaving her to carry the weight of her choices alone. Two years later, fate pulls them back into each other’s orbit. Matthew is no longer the man she once knew—he’s colder, sharper, and demanding payment for the wedding that never happened. His condition is simple: they live together under one roof. But Zenna has a secret. Nathaniel. How can she hide the truth about her son when every inch of the boy’s face echoes the unmistakable legacy of the Ricaforte name? She isn’t ready for Matthew’s anger. And yet… her body betrays her, responding with dangerous familiarity to every look, every touch, every unspoken promise between them. In a game of desire, secrets, and unfinished vows—how long can she keep the truth hidden before everything unravels?

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.

He’s dangerous, intoxicating… and I’m addicted. Every touch sets me on fire, every whisper drags me closer to the edge I shouldn’t cross. I should run—but I can’t. Because in his darkness, I’ve found a craving I can’t resist, a passion that devours me whole. Some love destroys. Some love consumes. And some men… are worth surrendering everything for.

Ari thought she knew love. She was wrong. Autumn brings whispers of desire, secrets that won’t stay buried, and choices that could change everything. Caught between two hearts, every glance carries weight, every moment feels electric. The wind has shifted, and nothing not love, trust, not even herself will ever be the same. For those who followed her summer, the next season is more dangerous, more intoxicating, and utterly unforgettable.

Because of Elisa's sudden loss of communication with her boyfriend, Francis. She was forced go to Manila to look for it, but in her search for him, the course of her life would change with a man who would take possession of her whole life. Will Elisa still be able to leave the side of a Mafia Boss? If she misses every kiss of him and every caress of her body? Especially if she knows his boyfriend is already in the other woman?

18+ Explicit Content. Reader Discretion Strongly Advised. Content Warnings: This collection contains graphic sexual content, BDSM, dubcon, kink, degrading, age gap, taboo relationships, forbidden affairs, bisexuality, menage, femdom, and explicit adult language. If you are sensitive to dark, controversial or boundary pushing themes this is not the book for you. Twenty eight stories. Twenty eight reasons you won't be putting this book down anytime soon. One minute you're in a Duke's estate watching a forbidden secret unfold between a powerful man and the maid he was never supposed to touch. Next minute you're in a BDSM club with a woman who has been playing good wife for too long. Then you're in a werewolf territory where twin heirs want the same woman their father just claimed as his mate. And just when you think you know what's coming next, you don't. That's the thing about this collection. You never know what's on the next page. But you know it's going to be good. Steamy. Forbidden. Taboo. Dark. Dirty. And the kind of stories that make your pussies and cocks throb. Welcome to Dirty Desires. You were warned.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

"You can fight me all you want, Jessica," he growled, his hand sliding possessively along her thigh, "but the moment you moan my name, you became mine. Body, soul, every breath". Born into wealth. Bound by control. Jessica has spent her entire life living under her father’s shadow—every decision, every step, dictated by him. But just before graduation, she finally breaks free, rejecting his plans to become a doctor and choosing a different path as a journalist. Years later, she returns home for her mother’s funeral, expecting to grieve in peace. Instead, one reckless night at a local club introduces her to him—a dangerously seductive Alpha with secrets as dark as his eyes. His presence is overwhelming, his touch intoxicating… and somehow, he knows more about her than she does. As Jessica is pulled deeper into his world, long-buried family secrets begin to surface. Her father’s lies. Her mother’s silence. And a truth that shatters everything she believed—Jessica isn’t entirely human. Now, as her hidden power awakens, she must face the darkness within. Will she run from it, or embrace it—and the Alpha who vows to claim every part of her?

He wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a favor. A protector. A shadow while my father was gone. But now he’s everything I shouldn’t want—and the only thing I can’t stop craving. My father’s a powerful man—military, respected, constantly away. After the divorce, it was just me. No mother. No softness. Just silence and an empty house that echoed louder with every year. Then came Roman Cross. My dad’s best friend. His war brother. Older. Stricter. And always watching. He moved into the guesthouse when I turned eighteen, “just to keep an eye on things,” he said. A promise made man-to-man, sealed with loyalty. But Roman doesn’t treat me like a child. Not anymore. Not since the night I saw what he really is—what he really wants. He runs something dark behind closed doors. A secret club, built on control and submission. And once I got too curious, there was no going back. Now every look is a warning. Every touch, a mistake. Every whispered good girl... a promise. My father thinks I’m safe. But I fell in love with the one man he trusted to protect me. “Guardian of Ruin” is a dark, forbidden romance full of secrets, age-gap tension, and the dangerous kind of love that can never stay hidden.

Ten years of marriage, and my husband slid the divorce papers across his mahogany desk. "You contributed nothing to this family. Under the prenup, you walk away with nothing." "Consider this a courtesy. Ten thousand a year. A hundred grand for a decade of your youth." "Don't even think about touching a cent of family money." I smiled and signed. I'm the kind of woman who's already died once. The next day, I took that hundred-thousand-dollar check and walked straight into the territory of his most dangerous enemy—Dominic Salucci. The man who controls half the East Coast underworld looked at me like I was inventory he hadn't ordered. "Why should I help you?" I leaned in close. "Because I know every decision Vincent Moretti is going to make for the next ten years. Every property. Every shipping route. And I know about the son he's hiding in Zurich." He studied me for a long moment. Then he smiled. "Interesting." What he doesn't know—what Vincent doesn't know—is that in my last life, men like them buried me without a second thought. This time, I'm going to watch every last one of them kneel.