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And why was my heart racing when he had his eyes fixed on me. ********* Aunt May had a ladies hangout with some of her friends leaving me alone. My step uncle also met with a distant friend of his, but I wasn't bothered about being left home alone. I had the room to myself, dressed exactly how Uncle Wilton would have wanted me as I read another piece from my collection of erotic book. My legs were growing weak and I spread them wide while imagining my step uncle was touching me from behind. I should had reprimanded myself right there but I was too overwhelmed by the flow of erotic thoughts. My hand reached downwards skirting past my abdomen.

“Because I do. Most of these modern book relationships don’t make sense. They wouldn’t work in real life. He’s toxic and she’s too naive, but hey, their s*x scenes are terrific and at this point, that’s all I’m here for.” I sighed deeply. What was with my mouth lately? I was no longer thinking before speaking. “So I’m guessing you prefer the older romance stories, like Jane Eyre whose man is double her age or Pride and Prejudice who had to marry for wealth or else she would be done for,” he said, looking at me with an amused expression. “Ok. Fair point,” I agreed with him. “But I never said I liked the older romance novels either. I’m an English major and I really believe some of these books

I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone. 3. 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)

I can see clothes draped over an old chair, and a pile of books stacked against the wall. "Hello?" I call out. My voice echoes off the walls. No response. There's a sound to our right, and Alec and I both jump back. Alec actually snarls, his red eyes flashing in the dark. A rat emerges from the shadows, its tail dragging along the dirty floor. I sigh in relief. "I thought that was something much worse." Alec studies the candles. "These have been burning for a while." "You think someone was here and then left?"

I typed in the word Boris and lots of conversations popped up. The bastard hadn’t lied, and good enough for me—Boris was a sugar daddy who loved toying with kids… a fucking pedophile… Oh, I’d have my fun with him… without an ounce of guilt. The scent of cigars and expensive whiskey clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was dimly lit—soft, glows from the chandelier above, Boris Petrov sat in his oversized leather chair, puffing out smoke, his greedy eyes dragging over my body like I was just another nameless girl he had purchased. I could see it in his face—the sick hunger, the control he thought he had.

Please exit this material immediately if you are not of legal age. This book is Rated 18+ for the following elements: Explicit sex scenes Mature language and erotic dialogue Adult themes including lust, fantasy, and casual sexual relationships Short, high-heat scenarios designed for quick adult entertainment Every story within this book is crafted with the intention of delivering steamy, unapologetic, and fast-paced erotica that satisfies the instant cravings of readers who enjoy stories of spontaneous passion, taboo indulgences, and sexually charged interactions. The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behav

Fear and arousal wore the same costume, and Vivian wore it beautifully. "You don't have to do this," I said, though every fiber of my being wanted to grab her and throw her against one of those fake trees. She swallowed. Her throat moved beneath the delicate column of her neck. "I read about this game in a book once." "A book." "A romance novel." She replied with a ghost of a smile. "The dark ones hunted the yellow ones through a forest. The heroine said it made her feel... wanted." "And you want to feel wanted."

My father had made sure of that. After a while, life had started to feel dull and repetitive. Shopping malls, parties, galas. Even the sex had gone quiet. Victor sometimes came to me once a week, and even that had started to feel like something I was just going through the motions of, not something I actually wanted anymore. But the moment Nikolai walked into the house, everything else faded. My thoughts narrowed to one thing only. How to get him to fuck the hell out of me. I wanted that heat, that rush, something that made me feel young again, even though I was only thirty.

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

This chapter is based on my book Alpha Blake, part of my werewolf-fantasy genre. A special request by one of my wonderful readers. Hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story of Blake and Selene Landon Selene We arrived at a hotel we were staying in for the next three weeks. It was a grand luxurious hotel. Beautiful inside and out. The lobby was wonderfully decorated with gold and marbled walls and exquisite paintings; there were arrangements of flowers that gave the victorian furniture the perfect touch to the place.