Romantic Slow Dancing

When I was young, I saved a fae—charming and extremely handsome. In return, he offered me one wish, and I, lost in romantic fantasies, asked for the strongest wolves to be obsessed with me. It sounded dreamy—until it wasn’t. Obsession, I learned, is a storm disguised as a dream. First up, my stepbrother—his obsession turned him into a tormentor. Life became unbearable, and I had to escape before a mating ceremony that felt more like a nightmare than a love story. But freedom was short-lived. The next wolf found me, nearly made me his dinner, and kidnapped me away to his kingdom, proclaiming I would be his Luna. He wasn’t as terrifying, but when he announced our wedding plans (against my will, obviously), his best friend appeared as competitor number three. “Great! Just what I needed,” I thought. This third wolf was sweet, gentle, and truly cared—but, alas, he wasn’t my type. Desperate, I tracked down the fae. “Please, undo my wish! I want out of this romantic disaster!” My heart raced; I really needed him to understand me. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, you’re on your own. But I can help you pick the best one out of them!” How do I fix this mess? Facing three intense wolves: “Marry me, I’ll kill anyone who bothers you!” the first declared fiercely. “No, marry me! I’ll make you the happiest ever,” the second pleaded. “I’ll destroy every kingdom you walk into. You’re mine!” the third growled, eyes blazed. “Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?” A long sigh escaped my lips. Caught between a curse and a hard place, I really just wanted peace and quiet…but which one do I choose?

I never broke eye contact as he slicked his already hard cock up with it. It never did take him long to get hard in my presence, especially after working me open when we had stood under the stream of the shower. Shuffling his ass forward just a little, he pulled me close to help me slowly sink onto his cock. Once my ass was flushed against his lap and he was to the hilt, he sighed, and I could see the exact moment that all the stress left his body. “Thank you.” He whispered. ______ I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back, But on earth, he became cold as ice. Then, without so much as a name, He walked out the door and out of my life. I tried to forget him, Until I got unexpected news from my doctor weeks later. and before I had time to digest the information, I was snatched by two men. Now I’m in the presence of the Don of all Dons, congratulating me on my pregnancy. And the man that took me to heaven, is now tasked to keep me in hell.

My body sinks, water rushing through my nose and mouth like icy needles. I keep my eyes open, praying for a miracle. And then—he appears. A glowing form slicing through the water like lightning. His ginger hair floats around him, a halo of fire in the depths, dancing like the sea itself. He looks like an angel. My angel. My beautiful, guardian angel. --- Nineteen-year-old Marinette Karnowsky knows life as a bed of thorns and broken glass. Abandoned, abused, and barely surviving college on her own, she’s grown used to pain. But everything changes the day her long-lost stepsister returns—sweeping Marinette away to a strange, stunning house in a town that doesn’t exist on any map. A town where the supernatural breathes beneath every shadow. There, Marinette uncovers truths she never imagined. Her beloved sister is not entirely human—and the town, not entirely safe. As she tries to make sense of it all, Marinette meets her sister’s best friend: a golden-haired boy with a blazing smile and fire in his soul. The deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them—even if it risks everything, especially her sister’s heart. But their connection runs deeper than attraction. There’s a secret buried in the halls of her new college, one that ties Marinette, her sister, and her mysterious fire-haired prince in ways none of them fully understand. And as that secret begins to surface, so does a destiny Marinette never asked for… and may not survive.

"I need you," he whispered as I felt the pressure of him at my entrance. "It hurts," I whimpered. "I will go as slow as you could endure," he said trailing soft kisses to my shoulder all the way to my ear. "Why can I not be free to find my mate? This is unfair to him," I said placing my hands on the king's firm chest. "Because you are mine, McKenna," he whispered. "I am for no one," I rebutted. "I will never hurt you, my love. If you want me to stop all you must do is ask," he said gathering my hands in his before he eased himself inside me. The myth of the bastards has been long gone from the texts of history. It has been said that this treachery of dragging bastards back hasn't occurred in the last hundred years as it became frowned upon. Some even say that the Moon Goddess will curse her werewolf children if this epidemic was to begin happening again. Why can't life just be simple?

She was never meant to be a bride. Let alone his. Mute. Marked. Mistreated. Isla has always been a ghost in her own pack—silent, unseen, and used. But when the spoiled daughter of her Alpha refuses to marry the ruthless Mad Alpha Lucien, she offers Isla as a substitute. Thrown into a deadly game of deception, Isla must pretend to be the bride of Alpha Lucien, and must not be found out as a fake as her life relies on it. But Lucien isn’t the monster the rumors say—he’s something far more dangerous. He’s her mate. And she feels nothing—— which day by day, is making Lucien grow more obsessed with her. He wants answers. And she wants her freedom. Which one would prevail? Love or freedom? And what happens when Lucien finds out that Isla is not just a mute bride, and she’s far far more than what he’ll ever be? Find out in this gripping story. Perfect for people who like slow burns, fated mates and stolen identity.

By day, Alexis Sullivan plays the perfect wife. By night, she hunts werewolves. But when a mission goes wrong, she’s saved by a powerful, golden-eyed beast—Donte Salvador. He should’ve killed her. Instead, he whispered his name and left her aching for more. The next day, she walks into a business interview only to meet Gabriel Salvador, a dangerously gorgeous CEO with the same last name. His smirk is sinful, his touch lingers, and when he looks at her? It’s like he knows exactly what she tastes like. As bodies drop and secrets burn, Alexis is caught in a deadly game of obsession, betrayal… and the one man she should never crave. He’s her prey. She’s his temptation. But who’s really hunting who? ............ He watches me amused, like he’s enjoying my struggle to resist him. Then, with a slow, deliberate smirk, he murmurs— "You can keep pretending you don’t want this… or you can let me ruin you properly."

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”

Tardrain Brooklyn was the golden son of the Brooklyn empire—until a suspicious accident left him crippled and rottened in a darkened room. Now a prisoner of his own bitterness, he trusts no one and hates the world. Enter Ivana: the woman forced to become his wife. To the Brooklyn family, she was a hired executioner, tasked with finishing what the accident started. To Ivana, this marriage is a cage built by blackmail and desperation. Their orders were clear: infiltrate his room, earn his trust, and serve him a slow, silent death. But Tardrain isn’t as helpless as he seemed and Ivana isn't as cold as she needed to be. As she broke his rules and invaded his solitude, she discovered the man behind the monster. And as Tardrain watched his new bride, he couldn't help but wonder if she was his most dangerous enemy—or his only hope for survival. In a house filled with secrets and lies, the ultimate betrayal was falling in love with your victim. Ivana has a choice: fulfill her deadly contract, or risk everything to save a man who has already been marked for death.

Second Edition Warning #slow burner #violence #sexual activity At eighteen Gabriella Chambers has no wolf and has no mate, so why is the Academy for shifters demanding she attends? When Gabbie gets there she's demoted to omega, the lowest rank in the pack. The only thing she looks forward to is seeing her best friend Alex again. Things have changed. Alex is a feared and respected Alpha Heir, strong and s*xy, but Gabbie is still his best friend. Even though an Alpha and an Omega must never mix. Things get complicated when Alpha Kade, Alex's rival for battle season, crosses paths with fiery Gabbie. In Kade's pack Omegas are scum, but what happens when simple encounters turn into something more. To add fuel to the fire, Gabbie is a target for three Alpha Females, including Alex's mate and Kade's chosen mate. A mystery blooms while Gabbie's at the academy that involves her past and her family. Will Gabbie survive long enough to awaken her wolf and find her mate?