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She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

Ninety stories. Ninety descents. No apologies. 90 Days Wet is a relentless erotica compilation that strips desire down to its rawest form…power, hunger, obsession, and the choices people make when they stop pretending they’re good. Each story stands alone. Different lives. Different rules. Different limits. From polished housewives with dirty secrets to sugar arrangements that blur into ownership, from age-gap dynamics to domination that doesn’t ask permission…every chapter peels away restraint and leaves something exposed. The further you go, the wetter it gets. The darker it turns. The more dangerous the wants become. This is not slow burn romance. This is filth, sex and taboo in all this glory. Read one. Read ten. Just don’t expect to come out clean. 18+ | Explicit themes | Reader discretion advised

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Lust doesn’t care who’s watching—or what form it takes. From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa’s very naughty lap—Crave is a shameless collection of erotic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy. Whether it’s a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend’s dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches—this book doesn’t slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot. You’re not here for love. You’re here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.

Kydence may be blind, but it turned out that along with her brothers, they are Shadow wolves. These Shadow wolves were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself as the most lethal protectors of all shifter kind. When her Shadow abilities began to emerge, her dad and uncle were concerned, how could the Goddess make her a Shadow Warrior? The Goddess had to have a reason for blessing her. Her mom was against her training, she was worried, but Kydence told her mom that she didn’t want to depend on her brothers or anyone else to protect her. She was blind not helpless, and she didn’t want to feel helpless. Her mom reluctantly agreed but threatened her mate and Alpha that if one single strand was missing from her head, there would be hell to pay. Even though Kydence Shadow is blind, she had a heighten sense of smell, hearing, taste and touch. Dakota BlackPaw is the nineteen-year-old Beta to the BlackPaw pack and younger brother to Alpha Drake BlackPaw. His mate and childhood sweetheart has rejected him, he recovered and a year later he, his brother and their lead warrior are heading to the Shadow Mountain pack to see if they can be a part of the Shadow Mountain training program. Beta Kydence's wolf sing songs in her human's head, Mate, mate, mate. Kydence denies that her wolf is sensing her second chance mate, she doesn't believe that they will ever have a mate that can accept her as a blind shifter. Can she get over her fears and insecurities and accept the love that her second chance mate is waiting and willing to give to her? The Moon Goddess had blessed her and has big plans for her and her future mate.

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

Illustrator Isabelle Montrose arrives in Valmont’s rain-soaked quarter, sketchbook in hand but ideas elusive beneath the amber glow of Café de Minuit. One evening, architect Alexander Vale seeks shelter under the same streetlamp, crimson umbrella in hand. His measured gaze meets her restless creativity, and a silent bond forms as raindrops dance on cobblestones. As Isabelle’s graphic-novel deadline approaches, self-doubt claws at her confidence; Alexander, torn between family expectations and his passion for design, struggles in silence. A misread glance threatens to sever their fragile connection, forcing both to confront fear and longing. In lavender-tinted twilight and beneath flickering lanterns, Isabelle and Alexander choose vulnerability over solitude. Together, they discover that true art—and true love—arises when two hearts light each other’s darkest moments.

"I wasn't supposed to want you," Valerio murmured, hunger blazing in his eyes as I drew him closer. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want what you shouldn’t?" Althea Kane's life was stolen the day she was betrayed and sold. Now she belongs to Valerio Moretti, the man she should fear… and yet cannot resist. Amid whispers of power, secrets, and betrayal, their desire ignites, a dangerous, irresistible fire. She is no ordinary woman, she's a force waiting to be unleashed. Consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who ruined her, Althea steers a world of shadows and deceit, where love and vengeance collides. As she uncovers the truth about who she really is, their dangerous dance walks the line between obsession and love, temptation, ruin and truth.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, NON-CONSENSUAL CAPTIVITY, PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, AND SCENES OF TORTURE. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. Amara never belonged neither to the world of humans nor the savage realm of wolves. Rejected by the man she loved and betrayed by her own blood, she runs to a distant pack, hoping to disappear. But fate is crueler than love. Abducted by Ragnar, a ruthless alpha obsessed with her awakening, Amara is caged in his underground empire, stripped of freedom, and forced to dance for monsters. He needs her consent for a ritual that will bind her to him forever — body, soul, and power. To break her, he takes her sister. Now Amara must choose: surrender to save the only family she has left… or resist and risk losing everything including herself.