Solitude Block Tales

"Every girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did. A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first sight. Real life and fairy tales are very different. I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close. Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even worse when you’re strangers. ""Weston is mine. Dibs!"" - Carey Heywood, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author"

Caution: This book contains erotica, dark romance, taboo themes, BDSM, GAY, LESBIAN and all the wicked, beautiful things your imagination craves. Enter at your own risk — and pleasure. Sex, Sin & Silk is a collection of steamy tales where passion knows no boundaries and desire walks the edge of sin. Between the softness of silk and the sting of surrender, lovers find themselves tangled in secrets, temptation, and power. Every story is a dance between control and chaos, lust and love — a reminder that sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn’t the sin itself… it’s how good it feels.

“I’m sorry, Donna… the baby didn’t make it.” Those words shattered her world. Her husband’s betrayal finished the job. Once Luna of Ironclad, Donna is cast aside—rejected, beaten, and sold like cattle. The people who once bowed before her now laughed at her humiliation. Even her closest servants turned against her. “Five years without an heir. She has no value left.” But on the auction block, when all hope was lost, a stranger’s voice cut through the crowd. “One million.” The hall fell silent. His presence makes even Alphas bow their heads. And when his eyes meet hers, Donna felt it— the undeniable pull of a bond she thought was lost forever after being rejected. “She is mine,” he declared. “My mate.” Broken. Betrayed. Branded again by fate. Donna’s story is just about to begin.

My college dormmate, who spread nasty rumors about me, sends me an e-invitation. "I'm marrying the richest man in the country and will soon be a trophy wife—I'll be leagues above you. Seeing as we were once dormmates, I'll begrudgingly allow you to be my bridesmaid. Don't miss this chance!" I frown. What is wrong with Jasmine Teach? I'm the country's richest person. When did a man overtake me? I want to block her number and delete the conversation, but I check the e-invitation to be sure. I'm stunned when I see the photo of her husband-to-be. Isn't that Harold Jackson, my husband? He's supposed to be on a business trip. My lips curve in a cold smile, and I type a response while gnashing my teeth. "I'd be honored to be your bridesmaid. I'll prepare a huge surprise for you, too."

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

In the fifth year of being Mrs. Cloud, my brother-in-law passed away. My mother, stressed by the thought of my older sister spending her youth in widowhood, wanted her to have a child with the help of my husband. I refused outright, but my protests were useless. My mother brought people to block the door, and I was left to watch helplessly as my husband and my half-sister entered the bedroom together. "She's your sister. What's the harm in letting her have him?" I thought that my husband couldn't possibly do anything with my sister since she was family. I thought he would draw the line, out of decency, out of respect. However, as time passed, my heart grew cold. Only then did I realize that I was the only one who cared about this matter. While I clutched our daughter in my arms and cried in silent devastation, he was going at it with my sister.

Her name was Cathedra. Leave her last name blank, if you will. Where normal people would read, "And they lived happily ever after," at the end of every fairy tale story, she could see something else. Three different things. Three words: Lies, lies, lies. A picture that moves. And a plea: Please tell them the truth. All her life she dedicated herself to becoming a writer and telling the world what was being shown in that moving picture. To expose the lies in the fairy tales everyone in the world has come to know. No one believed her. No one ever did. She was branded as a liar, a freak with too much imagination, and an orphan who only told tall tales to get attention. She was shunned away by society. Loveless. Friendless. As she wrote "The End" to her novels that contained all she knew about the truth inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, she also decided to end her pathetic life and be free from all the burdens she had to bear alone. Instead of dying, she found herself blessed with a second life inside the fairy tale novels she wrote, and living the life she wished she had with the characters she considered as the only friends she had in the world she left behind. Cathedra was happy until she realized that an ominous presence lurks within her stories. One that wanted to kill her to silence the only one who knew the truth.

“Spread those thighs, little one.” His voice was a low growl as his hand closed around her hips. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped, trembling as he dragged her down to his mouth. “Mmmhh… Daddy’s good girl,” he muttered darkly against her slick heat. “From this moment, your body, your screams, your soul—belong to me.” **************************************** He bought her with blood money. He keeps her with chains and silk. She swears she’ll never bend, but in his world of shadows and sin, defiance only feeds his hunger. In Naples, he’s “Il Diavolo”—the devil every man fears. To her, he’s the ruthless savior who dragged her from an auction block straight into hell. And hell has never felt so addictive. Claimed by the Don is a dark mafia romance laced with filthy dominance, dangerous obsession, and a love story sharp enough to cut.

They had each other, but now they wanted just about every one they saw.Chelsea Davenport threw the door open wide to sexual adventures as, with her husband, Darren, she rushes into the swingers lifestyle. At first timid, Chelsea soon finds her footing, as well as her favorite position, as together, they explore the steamy prospects in the bedroom - or in the pool, in the car, or on the side of a building. With each story, the heat level rises as partners become playmates and friends and adventure could happen with a casual wink in this collection of wife-swapping tales of exotic freedom.Adventures in Swinging is created by Avery Rowan, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.