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As long as I can remember, I've been plagued by strange dreams. He comes to me when I sleep, calling out to me with such love. His face is so familiar yet strange to my eyes. Every dream was just that, a dream, until a family heirloom was handed down to me. With the book now open, the man I yearned to see in my sleep... is now real. Thrown back into the 1800's I find myself having to solve the mystery behind the screams that haunted me, and the loving touch from my dreams. How can I save the love that calls to me when my mind is torn between right and wrong? Or will the past make its way to my present world before I can stop it?

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window. "Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"

Hot, explicit and completely unfiltered. It's got steamy scenes that will have you holding your breath. Dive into these standalone stories where insatiable women get wrecked by the cocks they've been craving. Clits sucked swollen, asses spanked red, tight holes stretched wide until they're begging for more. No vanilla bullshit just pure, pussy-clenching filth. Grab it, get wet, and fuck your way through the dirtiest fantasies you never admitted you needed. 🔞 18+ ONLY 🔞 This book is for mature readers. There's explicit language and mature themes throughout. Obsession, jealousy and morally grey characters🥵 💦 If you can’t handle heat… don’t open this. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK 💋

🔥 Wild Dreams an Erotic Collection ⚠️ EXTREME CAUTION ⚠️ Adults 18+ Only This book contains raw, unfiltered sexual content that may trigger spontaneous arousal, sleepless nights, and an immediate need for privacy. Cold showers not included. Close the door. Lock it. Turn off the lights. Inside these pages, strangers turn into addicts, good girls beg to be ruined, and powerful men fall to their knees for just one taste. Every story is a fevered fantasy made flesh: silk sheets torn by desperate hands, whispered commands that explode into screams, bodies pushed past every limit until the only word left is “again.” You’ve been warned: once you open this book, you won’t stop until you’re trembling, soaked, and utterly spent.

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

How can a young, cute man have bad intentions? He just wants to "warm your bed". Open it and experience a whirlwind romance. “I Slept With My Ex-boyfriend's Uncle” When I was drunk, I went to see my ex-boyfriend and tried to get back with him. But when I woke up, I found his uncle lying beside me. “A Brave Jump to My Crush” A love story between an aloof Prince Charming and a funny underachieving girl。 I had been in love with him for many years, and I finally went after him. On the night of our classmate reunion, I pretended to be drunk. I took his clothes off and tried to sleep with him. But I regretted it halfway through.

They say the past cannot be rewritten— But what if your enemy welcomes you home with open arms? Raised in darkness and trained for vengeance, Seraphina enters the Obsidian Claw Pack under a stolen name and a dangerous mission: infiltrate, deceive, destroy. But nothing in the cold-eyed Alpha’s gaze is as she expected. His touch ignites something wild. His guilt runs deeper than blood. And the lies surrounding his mate’s disappearance are more tangled than she ever imagined. As a forbidden connection grows, Seraphina begins to question everything— including the truth about who really burned her world to the ground. When old enemies resurface and deadly secrets rise with them, she must choose: Revenge, or the future she never believed she could have.

When Aria Collins’ father desperately needs an expensive experimental cancer treatment that she can’t afford, she becomes desperate and forms a contract with CEO Alexander Blackwood: She will be his wife for three years in exchange for him giving his medical care and his financial security. What it really is business -- separate bedrooms, public appearances and a marriage of convenience. As Aria moves from being a part of Alexander’s elite business venture to being part of him, the lines between performance and reality begin to blur. When feelings neither of them bargained for to start to open up, they need to decide whether to live up to the contract’s terms or risk everything in search of something bigger than convenience. In this marriage of convenience, convenience was never meant to become love

Fresh out of the National Research Institute, I loaded up on my wife's favorite snacks and ordered a vibrant bouquet of roses, eager to surprise her. I stashed the treats in her office, then stepped out to grab the flowers. But in those fleeting minutes, a stranger had ripped open every package and devoured everything. I glared at him. "Who gave you permission to touch those?" He shot me a look of pure disdain. "Buzz off, flower boy. Drop your crap and scram!" The secretary at the door snickered. "You heard the man. He's Ms. Bowman's husband. Better run before he leaves a bad review." I pulled out my phone and called my wife. "Who is this guy in your office?"

Layla Reyes wasn’t looking to be noticed. New to Maple Hill High, she only wanted to keep her head down, finish senior year, and forget the mess she left behind in Chicago. But then she meets Jayden Carter—a quiet artist with soulful eyes and a sketchpad full of secrets. What starts as a simple school project soon becomes something deeper, richer, and more complicated than either of them expected. Just as they begin to open up, Layla’s past crashes into her present, threatening to undo everything she and Jayden were building. Can two people still healing learn to trust each other with more than just paint and poetry? Or will they stay stuck in the space between what almost was… and what could be?