Spicy Standalone Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

Bibliography Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Amazon books No Words Alone Amazon books Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Iron & Hemlock Iron & Hemlock Series: Iron & Hemlock Gargoyle Girl Gargoyles in the Attic Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers Anthology (includes The Golden Bell & Homecoming) Dark Warriors Anthology (includes Ghost in Her Heart & Beast Wars) Ladies in Waiting: The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Draconian Series: Ride the Stars Careful, He Bites Aliens Do it Better: Anthology featuring Careful, He Bites and Interstellar Lover Int

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

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Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Taking a few deep breaths, she too plopped on her back on the hardwood, her eyes focused on mine. “That was good, wasn’t it?” she asked, and I nodded. “Credits to my spanking.” “You’ve been watching too much porn. I’ll have to check your browser history.” “There’s a mode called incognito, genius,” she chuckled. “But porn has too much BDSM nowadays.” “I may be cruel, but I’m not into sadistic shit. I like plain sex.” “Vanilla sex?” “I’ve only had it once.” “With me,” she said proudly, and I bobbed my head in response. “What about passionate lovemaking?”

When she left, the vibrator returned to the low setting, and I was able to concentrate on other things much better. “So tell me about your sexual tastes, Tiffany. What have you done before?” He was cutting to the chase quickly enough. “I’ve had normal sex and given blowjobs. I’ve kissed other girls before.” Saying it like that seemed like I was really inexperienced. “Okay, then what would you like to try?” The vibrator had me going crazy. “I’m open to just about anything. I’ve never tried anal, but I’m not against it. I really liked the scenes in 50 Shades of Grey where the woman got tied up. That seems like it’d be really hot. I don’t know. What else is there?”

The creature lunged. Chaos erupted. Elior’s blade met shadow, sparks flying as the creature absorbed the blow. Bram swung his axe, but it passed through as if cutting through mist. Myrra’s daggers struck true, yet the wounds sealed as quickly as they formed. Then its gaze locked onto Rael. A surge of heat exploded through him as the book’s pages flared to life, the ink twisting, forming words that burned into his vision: SPEAK AND CLAIM. Rael’s voice shook as he forced the words past his lips. “The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.”

Sergio breathed, as my back hit the couch, and he held my legs, keeping them in place, while I arched my hips, and I watched him stare hungrily at my glistening wet cunt. I always loved the way he looked at me with so much hunger. “You are always ready for me,” he rasped, as he rubbed his finger on my core, slipping it in, and that earned a moan from me, but he removed it seeing how soaked I was. “Mhmm…” I moaned, as he slapped my pussy, teasing his cock at my entrance, and a gasp escaped my mouth as he pushed the tip of his cock in. But our fantasy shattered when we heard a voice behind us.

If any other man had grabbed me and hurried me back into my building, locking the door behind us, I'd be screaming and fighting for my life. But not when it's Arson. Instead, I'm excited, curious, breathless, and wondering what he’s going to do next. In the space of a heartbeat, I have my answer as he puts his lips down on mine. The kiss isn't sweet or gentle. Instead, his tongue slides between my lips, prying them open, making demands that I surrender to him. I don't want to fight. Instead, I melt in his arms and inhale his scent. He smells like freshly washed laundry, spicy cinnamon, and some thick, haunting scent I don’t recognize.