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My CEO boyfriend, Elias Thatcher, had always admired strength, yet he willingly supported a useless intern. Because he loved me more than life itself, or so I thought. When a routine physical revealed that the intern, Zoey Redwood, and I shared the same rare blood type. So, he decided to keep her around as my emergency backup. She became a living blood bank, just in case something ever happened to me. He cooked for her, took her on trips, made handmade gifts, and doted on her at every turn. He said he was doing it for my sake, building up good karma for me. Then, I got into a car accident. Rather than letting the intern donate blood to save me, my boyfriend had blood brought in from miles away. His explanation was gentle, almost tender. She had a cold. He was afraid something in her blood might be passed on to me. The very next day, Zoey was diagnosed with kidney failure. That was when he drugged me and had me wheeled into an operating room, forcing me to donate a kidney. His voice was warm as he explained, "Zoey is your last resort. She has to stay healthy so she can save your life in a real emergency. I can't use her up over every little illness or injury. Having you donate a kidney to her is for your future, too. "I don't want you overthinking things. Once the surgery is over, I'll marry you." What he didn't know was that I already had mid-stage leukemia. His decision to make me donate that kidney had caused my cancer to spread. I was dying. So, I would never get the chance to marry him.

Book 2 Big City Wolves Stand Alone Novel. Warning: BDSM, hot steamy, unsensored. Toronto looks all buttoned up on the outside, but when the night falls things always get hot. Tara Travers’ in a pickle. Her lowlife baby brother put her there. He’s been skimming off the top of the payments to his Alpha he was supposed to deliver to him. Then he took it to the Wild Wolf and gambled it away. Last night he lost big. Alpha Elmwood wants his money now, or Tara won’t have a pack or a brother. Eddie, her brother, has skipped town, but she wasn’t so lucky. Now, it’s up to her to get the money back. That means she has to cheat the house. A house run by a very shady Alpha. Alpha Calvin Nichols of the Crimson Nights. The Wild Wolf is a shifter only private members club where powerful shifters go to explore their vices. From gambling to a sex dungeon and everything in between Cal’s club provides it. He’s a dominant wolf and he’s got rules. Well, until he’s surprised by Tara, his fated mate, who might be just as corrupt as he is. Or too innocent for her own good. Then he’ll rewrite the rules as they go along. What will Tara do when she’s caught by the sexy, tattooed Alpha Cal and her plans go awry? Instead of being kicked out of his territory or killed. Tara finds herself chained to the club as Alpha Cal’s new personal submissive and her training begins immediately. Tara won’t believe the physical evidence of their fated mate status. After she can’t believe in fated or the Moon Goddess, her life sucks too much.

When Kaycie moved in with her cousin Brett she was trying to escape her abusive ex-boyfriend. She just wanted a fresh start from all the mental, verbal, and physical a***e that he had given her. What she didn't expect were his hot roommates. She was not looking for romance but it found her in the form of Darryn one of her new roommates. She is instantly attracted to him but with all the verbal from her ex-boyfriend, she believes that she is not good enough for him. She tries to keep her distance but Darryn makes it impossible for her. Darryn wasn't expecting much when Brett told him his cousin was moving in. He sure as hell wasn't expecting Brett's cousin to be a woman. When he saw her for the first time he knew he was in trouble. Kaycie was sexy as hell and he knew he wanted her right away. He and Brett had a reputation as bad boys but he wasn't. What he is, is the next mafia boss. He will gain the title as soon as he turns 25. He knows with her past that he has his work cut out for him to make Kaycie see that she is the woman he has been looking for. To him, she is his queen. What will happen when Kaycie's ex-boyfriend is released from jail and comes looking for her. He wants her back and wants to make her pay for putting him in jail. He believes that if he can't have her no one can. He knows no one can stop him since his father is one of the largest gang leaders on the east coast. What will happen when one of the largest gangs goes up against the biggest mafia family in the southeast?

Explicit content 🔞 Enemies in campus. Obsession behind closed doors. One secret that could ruin them both. Captain worked solo until an unexpected offer came from his favorite OnlyFans creator, Anonymous69, turns his world upside down. A collab offer? Hell yes. He’s all in. But when he steps into that hotel room, ready to meet his mystery crush, he comes face-to-face with the last person he wanted to see—Andrew Parker. The smug bastard who embarrassed him in front of his friends. The trash talk gets dirtier, the tension cuts deeper, and soon, every stolen glance feels like a challenge neither of them can resist. When their hate explodes into something far more dangerous, they’re left with two choices: keep playing it safe or risk everything—including their future—for a chance at something real. The only problem? There can only be one winner. And neither of them plans to lose.

BOOK ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! Dear readers, I'm really sorry for not being able to start updates like I promised. I spent the entire month of September trying to write this book, but it has been a real struggle. I have been battling a lot of personal and health issues (physical and mental), and it has been hard. Hence, I have decided to start fresh and let things progress naturally. I promise I'll start updating this book as soon as I can. Until then, please read my new book. -------- "Why did you save me then?" I sobbed. "You should have let me die instead." I screamed in a strained voice. I couldn't believe I was going through this again. Why is everyone so hell bent on hurting me? Did I offend the Moon Goddess that she is punishing me this way? "I wouldn't have bothered wasting my time if it wasn't for the safety of my pack." He replied. His voice was crisp, void of any emotions. "T—- To save your pack?" I stuttered, not able to comprehend what he meant. "I lost my mate before. Losing another would have made me weak. I can’t afford to put my pack in danger." He replied as his cold eyes continued staring at me. "Don't expect anything. You could be nothing to me. I will never love you." His words echoed in my head as he walked away from me. —------------ Miracle was ranked the weakest werewolf in her pack. She was blessed with powers, but it turned out to be a curse. The only hope she had was her mate. Can Miracle fight against all odds and win the love of her mate? Or will she forever remain unloved? All rights reserved! © Midnight Shines Books, 2021.

Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ “Yes please.” She begs. “Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. “Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.” “Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.” I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.” Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. “Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.” “Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads. “Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.” I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

All Tamara Jones wanted to do was go on one last solo adventure before starting college at the University of Georgia. Being an outdoor enthusiast, she had just the perfect thing in mind. Tamara had it all planned out, an overnight hike/camping trip through the Great Smoky Mountains. What she didn’t plan on however, was being hunted through the forest by a terrifying unknown predator while also getting caught in a mudslide. Thankfully, The Alpha of the Red River Falls pack, Elliot Bishop, rescued her from falling off a cliff just in time. He knew it the moment they met, Elliot had found his mate. After a chance encounter with Tamara, so did Luke Dunham, the Alpha of the Huntsman pack. With Tamara already having to deal with coming to terms that werewolves are real and having two mates that want to start a pack war over her, one sinister threat makes itself known and puts both packs in grave danger.

Alexandra 'The Duchess' Madden grew up loving MC life. She thrived on the danger, the closeness, the idea of playing on the wrong side of the law. What she didn't love, was being shut out of business and being denied being heir to the club due to the crime of having a vagina. Moving away with her closest friend, they went solo, and the Valkyrie MC was born. In all the hub bub when she was younger, the Duchess lost her chance at true happiness with Neil 'Ghost' Whitlock. When he reappears nearly ten years later as the second in command for a club she is allied with, it's like they never separated. Now, though. She's the ruthless boss of what is easily accepted as one of the most dangerous clubs in the country, and that means she has enemies, enemies that would love to take advantage of her being attached to someone. Can they get through it together? Or will her enemies manage to tear them apart?

“Next question.” His eyes locked on her. He was close. Too close. Emily raised the tablet between them. “If your brand—” Scott pressed down on the tablet. Emily backed into the desk. Nowhere left to go. Scott placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in. His face inches from hers. “Scott—” “Next question.” His voice was rough. Emily’s breath caught. Heat flooded her body. “If your brand was a person,” she whispered, “how would you describe her—them?” His eyes dropped to her lips. “Resilient.” His thumb traced her jawline. “Beautiful.” His breath warmed her skin. “Irresistible.” The word hung between them. Emily’s heart pounded. One movement—one inch—and his lips would touch hers. She wanted it. God, she wanted it. “I should go.” Her voice shook. Scott’s jaw clenched. But he didn’t move. “The contract says no physical contact.” His blue eyes burned into hers. “It doesn’t say anything about wanting to.” Emily’s arranged marriage to Ian Hunter was a transaction—his family’s money for her father’s freedom. For three years, she endured his coldness, his cruelty, his mistress. The day his grandmother died, Ian filed for divorce and walked away with everything. Emily’s business collapsed. Ian’s empire grew. Now, she’s desperate enough to make a deal with the devil’s half-brother. Scott Hunter is pitched against his half-brother to claim his billion-dollar inheritance. One of the three requirements is a wife. Emily needs capital to rebuild—and revenge on the man who destroyed her. It shouldn't be. It's unheard of. It's supposed to be a simple contract: one year of marriage, no feelings, no complications. Except Scott can’t stop touching her. And Emily realizes she’s stopped pretending.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING!!! Mature Audiences only. Open these pages and prepare to feel it between your legs immediately. Watch a pornstar pin a governor’s daughter against a wall during a private session, ripping into her slick greedy pussy as he rails her without mercy. Feel the burn as fingers plunge into a tight-dripping asshole, stretching it wide before a second cock joins in until she’s screaming. Solo scenes of desperate edging, vibrators buzzing against swollen clits until hips buck and juices flood the bed. Taboo quickies, forbidden office fucks over desks, and brutal degrading sessions where ‘good girl’ turns into ‘filthy cumslut’ as she’s used and covered in ropes of cum. Just graphic, hardcore pounding that leaves your clit pulsing, panties soaked and your pussy aching to be filled the same way. Fingers slipping inside yourself before you even reach the end of the first one, these stories are crafted to make you wetter with every line. DO NOT READ IN PUBLIC!