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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.

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Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

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.

Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 3 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 5 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 3 CBT — 1 Sounding —1 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 2 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 5 Chastity devices — 2 Masks — 2 Leather — 4 Roleplaying Fear play — 4 Abandonment — 1 Kidnapping —2 Interrogation — 4 Rape — 1 Gangbang — 5 Medical scenes— 2 Prison scenes — 2 Schoolroom scenes — 5 ;) Primal play — 2 Bodily fluids and functions Water-sports (giving) —1 Water-sports (receiving) — 1 Scats (giving) — 1 Scats (receiving) —1 Cum (giving) — 5

"Well, sometimes I watch T.V. I like, well, love to read. So I do that a lot when I'm alone." "Like what? Romance, crime thrillers?" I shrugged. "Sometimes. I really like the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot (who was a woman, by the way). I also like the Russians, like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. 'War and Peace' is amazing." "You've read 'War and Peace'?" "Yeah, twice. It's excellent." I cocked my head. "How about you, what do you like to read?"

Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

“If you’re going to watch… you might as well join the fun.” Ria’s smirk deepened, and without hesitation, she peeled off her tank top, revealing her perky breasts with hard pink nipples, then she removed her shorts and panties. She stepped into the large walk-in shower, water immediately soaking her smooth skin as she pressed up behind me. “Finally,” she whispered hotly against my ear, her hands sliding around to cup my breasts, her thumbs touching my sensitive nipples. “I knew you’d look so fucking good taking Daddy’s cock.”

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Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.