Shoulder Kisses

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.

Nia, after losing the man she loved—Ares—to a sacrifice she didn’t deserve, Nia’s life ended in guilt and heartbreak. But death isn’t her escape. Instead, the Moon Goddess Selene offers her a deal: live again in the bodies of women who met tragic ends, rewrite their stories, and fill a glowing necklace with enough energy to bring Ares’s soul back. There’s just one catch: Ares’s soul, it’s shattered, scattered across the worlds she’ll enter, hidden in the men who make her heart race and her pulse pound. From forbidden kisses with a nobleman who knows too much, to heated nights in a warrior’s tent, and the tender touch of an artist who paints her like he’s worshiping her body, every life brings her closer to completing her mission—and losing herself to desire. But as the necklace glows brighter, the truth becomes harder to ignore: these men aren’t just strangers. They’re pieces of Ares, tempting her to fall in love all over again. Will Nia bring back the man she lost, or will the fragments of him in every lover leave her longing for more than one lifetime can handle?

“I’ve tried…” he whispered against my ear, hands roaming my body. My breath hitched as his fingers slipped in between my thighs, circling the edge of my panties. “We can’t,” I gasped , my legs parting wider. “You’re supposed to be my step brother.” “And yet you’re soaked, Belle!” Fuck. *** After losing her mother in a tragic accident, Isabelle wakes from a coma months later with selective mutism. With this comes bullying and mockery at her new college as she’s nicknamed, ‘Ms Mute.’ She endured it all, but things take a different turn when her father introduces his fiancèe . Isabelle comes face to face with Lucas Graham—her cruelest bully, the college’s golden boy, and now future stepbrother. Despite every effort, Isabelle is unable to stop the wedding and is forced to live with Lucas who stops at nothing to frustrate her. When a viral video makes the headlines in school, and their new family connection becomes a public scandal, what starts as pure hatred, slowly leads to stolen kisses, uncontrollable tension, yearning and—sinful nights. The relationship is forbidden, their family reputation is at stake….Lucas, and Isabelle must decide if their love is worth fighting for.

“Oh God…” she moaned, arching into him as his lips branded a trail along her collarbone. She fumbled with his buttons, tearing open the last of them. Her hands caressed the expanse of his bare chest, every inch as firm and sculpted as she'd fantasized since that absurd, embarrassing moment he’d walked in on her naked on her very first day in Terra Lucida. His abs twitched beneath her fingers, taut and hot to the touch, like he was barely holding himself back. Elias let out a shuddering breath as his lips grazed her shoulder, trailing slowly down. He pulled the thin straps of her nightdress down, kissing each newly revealed inch of skin. Trapped in a strange world where people ride carriages instead of Ubers. Lyra Beckham is horrified to learn she is the spitting image of a missing (possibly dead) woman named Lirae - who also happens to be the secret lover of a dangerously brooding prince named Elias. But things get messier when Lyra discovers Elias was the main suspect in Lirae's mysterious disappearance. She desperately plans to find a way back to her own earth before she ends up 'missing' too. Elias proposes that Lira pretend to be Lirae long enough for him to uncover what really happened. In return, he will help her find her way back home. Sounds simple right? But then, they had to fake an engagement that was quickly starting to become real. But when they stumble upon the truth, they realise that the only way out... is together.

Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn’t ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah’s ocean eyes…it wasn’t looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly “Calm down.I’m not going to hurt you.I’m not going to hurt you.”I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

"I want you to feel every sensation I give you tonight. Every touch. Every shiver. Everything." His lips traced a path of fire from the plane of her stomach to the hollow of her throat, finally claiming her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue sought hers, a slow, deliberate invasion. And then, he introduced the cold. A sharp, shocking block of ice met her parted lips. He held it there with his own mouth, the searing heat of his kiss a stark contrast to the biting frost. The cold stole her breath, a small, exquisite pain, but under the relentless warmth of him, the ice began to yield. Meltwater, cool and clean, trickled between their joined lips as he kissed his way down the slope of her shoulder, his face finally finding refuge in the tender curve of her neck. A helpless, shuddering moan broke from her. "Yes, ma reine," he murmured against her pulse, the endearment a dark caress. "Let me hear you." --- Driven by a fierce desire to wound the Alpha who bound her in a loveless, forced marriage, Magdalena sought solace and revenge in the arms of another. She never imagined the captivating stranger in the dark was her husband himself, concealed by a potent glamour and his own ruthless cunning. But what happens when the mask slips? When the thrilling, secret lover she surrendered to is revealed as the very man she vowed to despise? Can she flee from the web of his deception, or has her treacherous heart already made its choice, binding her to the one who is both her tormentor and her destiny? H

In my past life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Kimberly Thatcher, claimed to be Lady Luck. She insisted on handing out sachets to keep our team safe for a hike. I, Priscilla Jensen, caught the scent and realized the sachets were stuffed with herbs that would attract wolves. So, I stepped in to stop her, saving everyone from an attack. But Kimberly thought I was looking down on her sachets, and that I was targeting her on purpose. Though she was the leader, she stormed off from the group in anger. We searched the forest under the raging storm. In the end, someone broke a leg, someone else was strangled by poisonous vines, and my shoulder was torn open. By dawn, we found Kimberly's corpse at the bottom of a valley. … On the seventh day after her death, her memorial service became an ambush. While everyone mourned for her, their eyes were fixed on me. My boyfriend, Fabian Lowell, was the first to lash out. He ripped off his bandage, revealing his wound. "If you hadn't stopped Kimberly from giving us those sachets, none of this would have happened! How dare you show up to her memorial service?" he yelled. Everyone turned to glare daggers at me. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's all your fault! You're the reason we ended up like this! Go to hell!" In the next second, they hurled a pot of boiling stew at me. Then they set the private room ablaze and burned me alive. … When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of the hike.

After my girlfriend returns from a month-long business trip with her first love, she notices that I've changed. She sides with him to take over my project, but I don't quit in anger. Instead, I throw myself into helping him, even drafting proposals for him. She destroys the design I worked so hard on to help him snag the year-end bonus, yet I don't try to defend myself. I take all the blame and let her punish me however she likes. Even when she goes as far as to promote him to general manager against the rules, I don't get upset. I hand over all my shares, letting her distribute them as she wishes. My girlfriend wonders why I've suddenly become so submissive, while her first love just grins smugly. "See? I told you—giving him the cold shoulder works. Once he's afraid of losing you, he'll fall in line," he says. It clicks for my girlfriend. She smiles, tells me I've been good, and offers me a promotion. Then, she unexpectedly asks me to propose. But she doesn't seem to realize that while we weren't speaking, she has already signed my resignation papers. And I've already broken up with her. From this moment on, I sever all ties with her, and we no longer have anything to do with each other.

I saved his life when we were children. He gave him his mother's ring as a promise that he'd always love me. Then my father tore us apart, and I spent twenty years loving him from afar. When I finally convinced my father to arrange our marriage, I thought it was my second chance. Instead, Asha treated me like a burden—cold, distant, cruel. He made it clear there was only one woman he'd ever loved: the mysterious girl who saved him from a fire years ago. That girl was me. But he never knew. Because my twin sister—Victoria—stole my identity, claimed my heroic moment, and won his heart with my story. While I grieved my father's sudden death alone, she stole his heart and planned my destruction. I should have told him the truth. I should have shown him the burn scar on my shoulder—proof of the fire that nearly killed us both. Instead, I signed the divorce papers and disappeared, letting the world believe I was dead. Now I'm back to claim what's mine: my father's empire, my true identity, and maybe... my ex-husband's heart. But some secrets have deadly consequences. And the mother I thought was dead? She's very much alive—and she'll kill anyone who stands between her and my father's fortune. Even me.

Madison is a woman on the verge of destruction. She's nearing her 22nd birthday and still hasn't been sealed. If she doesn't find a partner to be her first physical meal, she risks going full demon and harming innocent people. She hoped to wait for one of her two mates to appear, but time is growing short. With guidance from an old notebook her sister kept, Madison heads to a dive bar and finds a perfect first meal, a man like no other. A king to her queen. Duncan "Ford" Stanford, the werewolf king ***************************************************************************************** Ford kissed my neck down to the curve where it met my shoulder, then started licking and nibbling. I moaned and moved my head to give him better access. It felt so good. His right arm gripped me tightly against him as the nibbling became firmer little bites. Every nerve in my body thrilled at the little shocks of pain that were then soothed away by his tongue. Suddenly, I realized what was happening. He was thinking of marking me. Even though I didn't really want to make him stop, I had to. At the next hard nibble, I squeaked. “That hurt! Don't bite so hard, Ford!” I scolded. “Sorry, baby. I got carried away. You just taste so good.” He said, moving away. The loss of his body on mine was difficult, but I couldn't let myself be marked by a werewolf. ******************************************************************************************* First of three books: The Demon Queen's Desire, The Demon Queen's Duty, The Demon Queen's Destiny