Quill And Flame Publishing Novels & Stories

We always knew that running a restaurant right on the packs boarder would be a great cash flow injection, but I don’t think any of us expected it to be quite this successful. As the packs Alpha I’m usually only here when we have any large bookings or functions, the workload without the restaurant is already obnoxious so it really just adds to the overflowing plate. That’s what happens when your pushing close to 30 and still without your Luna I guess. I really thought I would have found my fated mate by now. Every opportunity I’ve had to venture into any other pack or attend gatherings, I’ve been there but she hasn’t. The pressure to take a chosen mate is mounting from my pack, but just like

Our breasts pressed together, nipples brushing, bodies flushed and burning. I brushed damp strands of hair from her flushed face and whispered hotly against her swollen lips: “We’re nowhere near done, baby. I want you dripping and begging before I’m through with you tonight.”

The attic of the old Victorian in Salem smelled of cedar, dried sage, and the sharp metallic bite of charged mercury. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched window in pale shafts, catching on the salt-and-chalk circle etched into the wide-plank floorboards. At its center stood Rowan Hale, twenty-nine, barefoot, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the silk so thin her dark nipples showed through. Her locs hung loose down her back, threaded with tiny silver beads that glinted like stars. In her left hand she held an obsidian athame; in her right, a small copper bowl filled with her own blood, crushed night-blooming jasmine, and powdered star-anise.

“You’ve lost balance. The fire within you is fading because it no longer burns beside its moon. But fear not, for you shall find your second chance mate before the third full moon.” I stared at my palm. Without thinking, I tried to summon my flames. Normally, a warm crimson glow would bloom right away—but this time, only a dim spark appeared, barely warm to the touch. “He’s right…” I murmured. Dalila watched me, concern written on her face. “Miss McCarthy…” I exhaled deeply. Strangely, instead of despair, a hint of relief filled my chest. Maybe because, for the first time, someone told me that my fire wasn’t gone—it was just waiting. Waiting for something… or someone.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

"This is perfect." Hawk stepped closer, eyeing the finished piece. "Didn't mess it up, and didn't even use a stencil. Impressive." "I don't mess up," Quill corrected with a smirk. "Only masterpieces here, big man." Lilly hopped off the chair, adjusting her pants to cover the fresh ink. "By the way," she said, "I had an idea for tonight." "Should we be worried?" Quill asked, setting down his machine. "You'll love it. I think we should leave your work up at Fluid for the regular crowd. Make it part of the atmosphere with the regular folk. You will get even more commission requests."

“It will not be loud. It will sound like history. It will tell readers that she is the last true Drake.” “Let it come,” Evelyn said. “We will answer by not answering. We will spend every word on what we are doing here.” She drafted a note to the board that laid out the next six weeks in plain lines. The marketing rollout. The investor roundtable. The schedule for the ethics committee. The new reporting cadence. The note did not sing. It walked. It put its feet down where others could put theirs.

Elaine's heart pounded against her chest, a relentless drumbeat threatening to break free from the cage of her ribs. Stephen leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and biting—a playful punishment that stung without drawing blood. "If I'd known your lips were only good for words I didn't care to hear, I would've kissed you right when I walked in," he murmured against her mouth. "Just to shut you up and save myself the annoyance." Flustered by his teasing, Elaine's cheeks flamed with a blush that matched the heat in her heart. She had always told herself not to leap from one disaster to another. Their secret affair was already a hidden flame—would it not remain just

That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas. The Paragons were very much closer and lovable. Just the way people loved and preferred summer to winter, In that same manner, people loved them and admired them. Some things happened and some things led to another. If you remembered, I narrated earlier that the Paragons had or were having unidentifiable connections with one another. Ekaris knew of the relationship between Bruno and Michelle and likewise, Clinton knew of that between Ekaris and Ella. Look at what happened…….