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Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try. “But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart. Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion. “Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself” Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

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He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool, dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. PREVIEW: “If you don’t want to kiss me then... let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping. And I really want to get out of these clothes.” “What if someone catches you... me, both?” “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.” His eyes darkened, and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken...” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

Book 1 Saints and Sinners She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching. This time I won’t let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Book 2 Judge and Jury I can’t stop watching her. I’m not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in. She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought. The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time. I know I should execute her. After all that’s what I do. I am the Judge. I eliminate threats to The Family. And Taylor is a threat. But I don’t want to kill her. Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous. “Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.” His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through. “On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.” Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along. These are chances to watch good girls give in, bad girls take control, and men break every rule to have them. Stepbrothers, bosses, best friend’s fathers, priests, professors, dangerous strangers each story pushes the line between resistance and surrender. Dirty, addictive, and impossible to put down, this mature collection will leave you wet, aching, and hungry for more.

What if your next filthy favorite story started with a moan… and ended with “Yes, Daddy”? Then take a deep breath… •ON MY KNEES, DADDY• is ready to leave you soaked, breathless, and aching for more. This is a raw, erotic collection of dominant men who don’t ask—they take. And their submissives? Oh, they beg. They kneel. They come apart, over and over. Inside, you'll find stories that cross every line: hotel-room threesomes, forbidden stepdaddy fantasies, one-night stands, rough office sex, taboo roleplay, and the kind of dirty stories that will have your thighs clenched and your fingers wandering. Warning: These pages drip with sin. Read in private, or get caught dripping. 18+ only.

No momento em que Luana Tavares perdeu o bebê, Henrique Ribeiro estava comemorando o retorno de Bianca Monteiro ao país. Três anos ao lado dele—cuidando, se dedicando, sendo parceira—no fim, pra ele, Luana era só uma empregada e cozinheira dentro de casa. Ela se cansou, perdeu a esperança, e decidiu se divorciar. No círculo deles, todo mundo sabia: Luana era famosa por ser igual chiclete, difícil de desgrudar. — Eu aposto que em um dia a Luana volta correndo. — Um dia? Meio dia já é máximo. — Disse Henrique. Assim que assinou o divórcio, Luana decidiu: nunca mais olhar pra trás. Se jogou na nova vida, correu atrás da carreira deixada de lado, se ocupou em conhecer gente nova. Dia após dia, Henrique já não via nem sombra dela em casa. Quando o desespero bateu, numa conferência, Henrique finalmente a viu—ela estava cercada de gente, diferente de antes. Ele foi direto: — Luana, até quando você vai continuar com essa palhaçada?! Dante Siqueira entrou na frente, empurrou Henrique com frieza: — Não encosta na sua cunhada. Henrique nunca amou Luana. E, quando finalmente aprendeu a amar, ela já não tinha mais espaço pra ele.

Warning: THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Inside these pages are stories that will make your pulse race, your skin tingle, and your thoughts turn deliciously wicked. There’s dominance and surrender, sweetness and sin, soft whispers and rough hands. If you don’t like being teased, tempted, or broken in the best ways possible… TURN BACK NOW!!!!! ... Each story is a taste of something different — tender, wild, sweet, rough, soft, filthy. They’ll make you blush, gasp, and crave more. These are not just tales of lust — they’re stories of connection, of losing yourself in the moment, of bodies that speak louder than words. Some will make you sigh. Some will make you squirm. All of them will leave you wanting another page. So if you’re ready for a collection that makes your heart flutter and your skin burn… Step into the world of Touch Me Tender, Break Me Wild. Because love can be gentle... But sometimes, it’s so much better when it hurts just right.

No dia em que fomos registrar o casamento, meu namorado Eder Leite mandou que me expulsassem do cartório civil e entrou de mãos dadas com sua amiga de infância. Ele olhou para mim com indiferença: — O filho da Rosana precisa ser registrado. Depois que nos divorciarmos, eu me casarei com você. Todos achavam que eu, tão apaixonada, aceitaria esperar por ele mais um mês sem reclamar. Afinal, eu já o esperava há sete anos. Mas naquela mesma noite, aceitei o arranjo da família e fui para o exterior em um casamento combinado. Desapareci do mundo dele. Três anos depois, voltei ao Brasil acompanhando meu marido para visitar a família. Por causa de um compromisso de última hora, meu marido pediu que a filial brasileira da empresa enviasse alguém para me buscar. Jamais imaginei que reencontraria Eder, desaparecido da minha vida há três anos. — Já chega dessa birra, está na hora de voltar... O filho da Rosana vai começar a frequentar o jardim de infância, e você ficará responsável por buscá-lo e levá-lo.

No dia do casamento, Afonso entrou tarde no salão, de braço dado com sua primeira paixão, vestindo o traje de padrinho. O terno do noivo? Jogado de qualquer jeito no sofá, num claro sinal de desordem. — Afonso, hoje não é o nosso casamento... — Júlia. — Ele interrompeu, com uma voz fria, cheia de aviso enquanto olhava para mim firme. — Você sabe muito bem o que pode e o que não pode dizer. Seja madura, não me faça te odiar. Só pude soltar um sorriso amargo. Tudo isso aconteceu porque a primeira paixão de Afonso perdeu a memória. Desde então, todos ao redor entraram nesse teatro coletivo para ajudá-la a recuperar as lembranças. Ninguém podia permitir que ela se sentisse perturbada. Para manter a paz, Afonso até tentou me consolar, aproximando-se para um abraço e murmurando ao meu ouvido: — Juju, você entende meu lado, certo? Acenei em silêncio, e fui capaz de me desprender de tudo ao segurar a mão do verdadeiro padrinho e seguir de cabeça erguida rumo ao altar. No entanto, mais tarde, enquanto eu, grávida, fazia compras no shopping, Afonso apareceu diante de mim, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas. — Juju, não estávamos apenas atuando todo esse tempo? Como você pôde engravidar?