Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

Emma Winters spent five years being the perfect wife — the devoted mother, the quiet woman who asked for nothing. What she didn’t know was that her husband Bruce had been using her all along: a convenient prop to secure a $2.3 billion inheritance. When Emma overhears Bruce and his mistress celebrating their plan to discard her the moment the deal closes, her world shatters in a single night. With her five-year-old daughter in her arms and nowhere to go, Emma runs — straight into the path of Enzo Romano, a hard-edged biker with more ghosts than he’ll admit. He offers her shelter. She offers him nothing but trouble. But Enzo knows what it looks like when a woman is fighting to survive. He’s seen it before. He won’t watch it end the same way twice. Bruce has money, connections, and lawyers. Enzo has loyalty, a brotherhood, and a possessive streak he can’t quite explain — not when it comes to Emma. She was disposable to one man. She’s becoming everything to another. Some obsessions start with a rescue. Others start with a war. This one starts with both.

"You’re afraid of what you did? No, Jax. You’re afraid of how much you liked it." Ryker has always played to win. On the ice, in the locker room, even when it comes to protecting Jaxon, the best friend he’s wanted for longer than he’ll admit. But Jaxon is off-limits. Not just because he’s straight, not just because he’s Ryker’s teammate, but because he’s with Erin, Ryker’s sister. Then one night shatters everything. A mistake. A moment of weakness. A touch that should have never happened. Jaxon won’t talk about it. Won’t look at him the same way. Won’t break up with Erin. And Ryker? He should walk away. Should hate him for it. But instead, he keeps getting pulled back in, because Jaxon may be lying to himself, but his body tells a different story. Lust turns to obsession. Friendship to something jagged and raw. And as their secret spirals into something darker, Ryker realizes one thing. Some forbidden things aren’t just dangerous. They’re inevitable.

Five minutes before the graduate admission exam began, the campus heartthrob quietly slipped a crumpled piece of paper into my pencil case. Lines of floating text drifted across my vision. [The paper is filled with answers. The school heartthrob has reported it, and the proctor will be here any second!] [As long as they find it, his admission slot will be canceled immediately!] [Serves this bookworm right for standing in our heartthrob’s way. The proctor is his aunt. He’s doomed today!] The next second, the proctor stormed into the classroom and headed straight for my seat. “Someone has reported you for cheating,” she said sharply. “Empty your pencil case. We’re checking it.” Without a word, I turned the case upside down. A few pens fell onto the desk, but there was no paper. The campus heartthrob’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How is that possible? I–” Before he could finish, a slip of paper covered in answers slid out of his own pocket and dropped onto the floor. What they didn’t know was that I was born with a weird power called “Misfortune Rebound.” Anyone who tried to harm me would end up suffering the consequences themselves.

THE SWEETEST OF SINS WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY This collection delivers raw, unfiltered erotica, no gentle buildup, non- stop. Expect filthy dirty talk, domination, taboo risks, power exchanges, creampies, threesomes, and lust that consumes everything in its path. These stories plunge straight into forbidden desire where the wrongness only makes the pleasure sharper and the orgasms harder. In THE SWEETEST OF SINS, you'll sink into worlds of irresistible temptation: a college girl awakened by her hot new maid and her stepbrother in a shocking threesome; a nurse breaking her no-doctors rule for a surgeon from her past in a post-surgery office fuck-fest; a Step brother spying on his step sister while he touches himself; and more. From family homes to hospital on-call rooms, secluded cabins to private balconies, every setting cranks the danger and the heat to unbearable levels. No punches pulled. Domination, oral, gangbangs, BDSM, taboo creampies, age gaps, cheating, deep throating, MILF power. If it makes you throb, this collection will ruin you. Hold tight, because once you start, there's no stopping until every filthy page is consumed. Rated: Extremely Adult – No Limits

Isabella Cohen had better things to do than listen to her father go on and on about her getting married to the latest man who had impressed him, as if her father wasn't fucking his assistant every Thursday and Saturday. So, when she was given the choice to either marry Ethan Hawthorn (the biggest asshole on the planet with an even bigger ego), or be disowned, you better believe she packed her bags, transferred money to her secret account and took the first plane from New York to Italy. Stephan Ferrari was bored. Now you might think being head of the Italian Mafia was exciting and full of adventure, but you would be wrong. Stephan had killed all his enemies, partied for a week straight at the best clubs in Italy (which all belonged to him) and fucked women of all types, yet he will still left with an empty feeling inside. So, when he got report that the leader of the American Mafia's daughter was seen at Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport, well he may have found his new Queen. And if he could ransom said queen to toy with the Cohen family, then that was an added bonus

The admissions office calls and says my daughter's admission fee has been paid, asking when I'll come to handle enrollment. I'm completely stunned. My daughter, Natalie Steward, is top of her class. She's already guaranteed a spot in the city's best high school, Dream High School, with no admission fee required. Upon questioning my husband, Arnold Lewiston, he claims the admissions office must've made a mistake. He says, "I just wanted to surprise you, so I pulled some strings with the principal to get her into the accelerated track. You should talk to the teachers and make sure we get the best homeroom teacher so I can look good." As soon as I end the call, I slam the accelerator and head straight to the admissions office. On my way there, I call Lynn Warrens, my best friend who works in the State Department of Education. "Help me check under whose name Arnold paid the admission fee for his illegitimate child. I'm going to withdraw them from the school!" I say.

Aria Blackstone spent three years praying for a miracle. The day she finally saw two red lines, she thought her life was complete. Instead, it ended. Dragged out of her husband’s mansion. Accused of trying to kill another woman’s child. Humiliated. Thrown away like nothing. And on a cold, lonely roadside… Aria lost the baby she had begged the universe for. Her husband never looked back. But someone else did. Aiden Blackstone... Gabriel’s estranged and untouchable billionaire stepbrother. A man who should have hated her. A man she barely noticed standing in the shadows of her broken marriage. A man who carried her bleeding body into his hospital… and into a world she never knew she deserved. With nowhere left to go, Aria must rebuild her shattered life inside Aiden’s mansion, unaware she is stepping straight into the heart of a man who has silently watched her fall apart for years. Gabriel wants her back. Aiden wants her safe. And Aria must choose between the billionaire who destroyed her… and the billionaire who saved her.

I never imagined that my scholarship to Nocturne Academy would lead me straight to my mate. At eighteen, I was supposed to focus on my studies, carve out a future beyond the limits of my modest upbringing, and leave behind the life I once knew. But then I met Elias Grey—my enigmatic professor, the man fate has tethered me to in ways I can’t begin to fight. He's everything I shouldn’t want: older, untouchable, born into privilege, and bound by expectations that would crush a weaker man. As the heir to the Grey legacy and the son of Nocturne’s powerful dean, Elias knows what’s at stake. But how do you turn your back on something that feels inevitable? The pull between us is undeniable. But desire alone isn’t enough—not when Elias faces relentless pressure to marry Claudia Castille, the woman chosen to secure his family’s influence. Caught between obligation, longing, and fate, Elias and I must decide: How far are we willing to go to hold onto something everyone tells us we can't have?

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.