Soft Jazz

After ten years together, Aiden, my Alpha, my first and only love, finally promised to hold the mating ceremony with me during the Spring Hunt Festival. I was overjoyed. That night, at the festival party, I downed a few extra glasses of wine. However, Aiden, who had always been so gentle with me, suddenly became someone I didn't recognize. He scolded me, said I was unfit to be the future Luna if I couldn’t even follow the rules, and shoved me out of the car. Drunk and dazed, I was left alone in the dangerous Shadow Forest. Terrified but unwilling to break, I walked through that forest for five hours in the dead of night. When I finally made it back to our home, I heard him in the other room, sending a voice message to Seraphina, his first love. "If you’re willing to come back," he said, his voice soft and warm, "I’ll do anything for you." Seraphina replied, "Even cancel the mating ceremony?" Time stopped. I silently counted to thirteen. Then, I heard his answer: "Yes." Listening to that voice—the one that used to whisper promises to me—I cried. If that was what he truly wanted, then maybe calling off the ceremony was for the best. So, to spare him the choice, I fled. On the day of our mating ceremony, I disappeared. No one expected what came next. The proud, composed Alpha Aiden went mad trying to find me.

Ryder didn't lose just one mate; he lost two. His first mate died the day he found her. Angelica was his second chance mate. She was his everything. The reason his heart beat and the air he breathed. She was the mother of their child, his beautiful angel. But in the blink of an eye, she was dead. Ryder had to find a way to live, a way to move on without her. He had to for the sake of their daughter. How does one continue to live without the person who breathes life into you? How do you move on from that? Is it possible to love again? Ryder doesn't think so, but she does. She's the complete opposite of Angelica. There's nothing sweet and innocent about her. She's hard, cocky, and speaks her mind. Angelica was soft and delicate; she is hard around the edges, and tattoos cover her body. She finds the mate bond interesting, and he is her next adventure. She doesn't take no for an answer, and it infuriates the Beta beyond belief. He wants to choke her, scream at her, tell her to leave him alone, and never return, but he wants to hold her and pull her into his arms at the same time. It's a battle with his heart. How does he allow someone else in when his heart still belongs to her.

A Biker/Billionaire/Mafia Romance With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder. Afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone. Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again. As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest... Shattered-Way down we Go" - A heart-wrenching tango of love, loss, and redemption unfolds as Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president for The Sons of Morning Star MC, is secretly in love with Torin Montero, a member of her father's MC, who becomes her father's rival and her silent protector. However her love is torn apart by a brutal betrayal. When the embers of their past reignite, Marlowe finds herself in the treacherous embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. But fate has a twist in store: Torin lives, scarred and driven by his own vendetta. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose between the comfort of the shadows or the tumultuous dance of destiny.

She was too soft, too chubby, and too gentle for a brutal world. That’s what her Alpha told her the night he rejected her in front of the entire pack. “I need a Luna with teeth, not tits.” Moments later, Emara Dell lay dying in the snow...murdered by the same wolves she once healed. But death is only the beginning. Under the blood-red moon, the Goddess resurrects her as the Shadow Luna: powerful, untouchable, and burning with shadowfire. Her heartbeat awakens an ancient guardian across the sea....Fenric, the legendary Bone Wolf, a monstrous, devastatingly beautiful male who rises with one purpose: Find her. Claim her. Destroy anyone who ever hurt her. Bodies begin to appear beneath crescent moons. Wolves whisper of a feral god hunting in the dark. And when Emara and Fenric finally collide, their connection is explosive, forbidden, and dangerously addictive, and filled with heat that could burn a world to ash. But jealousy has consequences. Lyrina Veega, the Beta’s daughter and Corvin’s childhood favorite, performs a forbidden ritual to steal Emara’s power… and accidentally tears open a divine rift, awakening a forgotten god. Now war is coming. Desire is a weapon. And Emara must decide if she will rule the shadows...or let them consume her. A dark, high spice paranormal romance full of feral devotion, explosive chemistry, brutal revenge, and a heroine who rises from death as something no Alpha could ever control.

Amalie finds herself trapped in a fate worse than death. As a spirit wolf who cannot shift, her existence is considered a bad omen by her pack. Fated to Easton, the cruel and manipulative future Alpha of the Hallowed Moon pack, her life becomes nothing more than a series of cruel games and harsh punishments. But the arrival of the fearsome Alpha Jericho turns Amalies world upside down. Jericho, a powerful Alpha with a devastating past, harbours secrets that could destroy them both. His sudden interest in Amalie is not coincidental—she holds the key to his vengeance. As hidden truths slowly surface, Amalie must decide if she can trust the enigmatic Alpha who promises freedom from Easton. With each passing day, the stakes grow higher, and Amalie is drawn deeper into a deadly plot that could either set her free or seal her fate forever. ** Jericho growls softly and pushes my panties to the side – just enough to bare the hollow of my groin. Her rubs his nose along the spot where my leg and groin meets, and without any warning sinks his teeth into the soft flesh right below my hip. He gets to his feet and wipes a droplet of blood away with his thumb. He stares at it for a moment, then curl his full lips around his finger while he looks straight at me. He doesn't attempt to hide the bulge in his trousers, acting as if this is the most natural thing in the world. "You have to remember, Amalie," he says gruffly, "that this is not a real bond.” Bewildered, all I can do is stare at him and nod.

A betrayed politician’s wife. A rebel alpha with nothing to lose. A town crawling with secrets. And a war waiting to ignite between blood and fang. Calla Hart thought the worst thing her husband could do was cheat. She was wrong. After catching Senator Blake Hart in bed with a vampire and learning he’s part of the Crimson Order, a vampire mafia that wants her blood. Calla runs. Not for love but for survival. Because what’s in her veins isn’t normal. She hides in Ravenridge, a decaying supernatural border town where monsters walk like men and shadows bite back. A place where the veil between worlds is wearing thin. There, she crashes—literally—into Axel Cain, the 20-year-old Alpha of the Vanguard Pack, a feral biker gang that patrols Ravenridge like outlaw wolves. Axel doesn’t do politics. Doesn’t do mates. And definitely doesn’t do soft, wealthy women from the city. But something in Calla’s scent sets his wolf on fire. And when he learns who she’s running from—and what she really is—he makes a choice that will cost him everything: Keep her close. Claim her. And start a war that could burn the veil between their worlds. --- Extra Note for Readers This is a slow-burn paranormal romance with steamy heat, deep emotions, and an age-gap dynamic. She’s older, hunted, and secretly powerful. He’s younger, dominant, and doesn’t play nice. Together, they might save the town… or destroy it.

Before the wedding,Serena Williams caught her fiance with his mistress who is also her best friend. Angrily she called of the wedding and in a bid for revenge she ended up in her ex’s bed . Ben Blackwood is the CEO of the Blackwood Group . He is not only the richest man in the city but also very powerful and the most eligible bachelor. Rumors had it that he is ruthless and cold hearted. Her chest tightened. “He ruined me. Now, I want to return the favor.” Silence stretched between them. Then, suddenly, Ben tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Serena,” he murmured. “But lucky for you… I love danger.” Before she could react, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a slow, searing kiss. It was nothing like Jake’s touch Ben was in complete control, every movement deliberate, calculated. He tasted of whiskey and power, of promises wrapped in sin. He kissed like a starving wolf ,cruel and teasing ,savoring her surrender before the kill . He was dangerous,but she couldn’t resist . She held on to him tightly, her legs brushing against his side ,a breathing moan escaped her lips . His hands trails up her body ,pushing under her shirt to cup her soft round breast . His teasing touch made shudder as she let out a trembling plea “ is this good enough Mr Blackwood?” “Got to say you’re pretty good”he smirked.

"Can you move back please?" I whispered but the wall of muscles invading my personal space didn't budge. Why did he look so hot doing nothing and everything? Lucian leaned down and pinched my chin up with his thumb stroking the soft flesh. His black orbs lock on my shimmering blue ones. "You kept looking, staring and eye-fucking me. I can give you what you want, again" His deep voice sent waves of shivers down my spine. I could feel his other hand trailing down my waist, thrumming me like I was s violin, my core dripped with wetness at the thought of what happened the last time we got so close. Feeling lust for my new stepbrother should be the last thing on my mind but I couldn't get him off my head. *** Violet hated her mother for changing husbands as she deemed fit. Begrudged, she parked up her bags and moved from one mansion to another. The new mansion was bigger than the last as usual but the new stepfather looked familiar. Violet couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Lucian, the school's most handsome and popular boy introducing himself as her stepbrother! Lucian found himself getting addicted to his new stepsister, a feeling he found strange. He was used to having a girl once and never going back but not Violet. He always slips back to her bed.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."