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Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

First: DENNYJAY—TO TOUCH AN OMEGA Second: TO LOVE AND TO KILL—THE TRUE ALPHA Third: LUOMAX—CLAIMED BY AN ICY OMEGA All three are LGBTQ-themed. To be more specific, THE TRUE ALPHA is a lesbian story. I know, I know… some of you might not be as interested, but I urge you to give it a try. If it’s not to your liking, you can always pause for a while—and hopefully, when her story concludes a few chapters later, you’ll return for LUOMAX’s story. I understand some readers might suggest opening a new book for each story, but as many of you know, getting a new book officially approved can take quite some time. That’s why I’ve chosen to keep all three stories within one book.

I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 4. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

She smiled, "wooow.. you know all that?" I sighed not trying to think about last night and me on my laptop going through these stupid lesbian groups on F******k. They were full of shitty narrow minded people who thought they were real lesbians because they didn't have kids or sleep with a man.. I looked at Meagan, "makes me wonder if they even know what a lesbian is? Coz they make it about sex and kids forgetting that we are females regardless of our sexuality and females pop out children." Meg laughed, "eat and preach at the same time..."

I’d got chills and fever now, fears and longings; I wanted Ellis like hell, but what exactly did ‘wanting’ mean? What did lesbians do? Should I start or would she? Dodgiest of all: was I actually a lesbian? Would I end up wishing Ellis had a cock? I’d a sneaky feeling I might, but one look at her beautiful face, her soft, smooth skin and her long, graceful body made it seem less important. Well, a bit less... When we got to her flat — a place as subtle and elegantly expensive-looking as its mistress — all trace of that briefly pensive Ellis had gone.

"Well, I mean—" "No, really," she shook her head, her silver hair swaying at the motion, "we're giving the books to you for free. As I said, this is a dream place for us bookworms. We may have horrors and gores written on papers here, but no fishy businesses. So—"she put the books back on my grasp, making my hat fall out—"just take these and enjoy yourself." I looked down at the books on my arms and shifted my eyes back and forth between the two ladies. "Are you sure—"

“Try this one. The writing is sharp.” We talked for twenty minutes about authors we both loved. Her name was Elena. She worked as a graphic designer and came to the bookstore most Tuesdays when her schedule allowed. I told her I freelanced as a copywriter, which was true enough. When she left that day she said, “Maybe I’ll see you next week.”

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

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