Sukuna Mc Skin

BLURB Clara Langford once had everything until a plane crash stole her family and her future. Now she’s broke, alone, and fighting to rebuild her shattered life at Westbridge University. She promised herself no distractions. No love. No more heartbreak. Then she meets Alexander Robert, arrogant, magnetic, dangerous. He gets under her skin with one look, one smirk, one touch she should never want. And just when she thinks trouble has a name and a face… Adrian Hale appears. Gentle. Charming. Hiding secrets that shake her world. Two men. One girl with a past built on lies. Because the boy she’s falling for is linked to the man who destroyed her life. And Clara is about to learn that nothing about her tragedy was an accident.

My mate, Carter, sent me to a werewolf prison for four years. On the day I was released, he arrived holding the hand of his pregnant mistress. “This is what your parents owe me.” “From today on, you’ll take care of Amelia.” I nodded obediently. She made me pick roses with my bare hands. Made me plant a hundred pots under the scorching sun. Made me scrub my allergic, ulcerated skin with alcohol. And I did everything she asked. Until the day they brought me back to my old home. The house was gone. In its place stretched an endless rose garden. And my only sister— had become nothing but a box of ashes. That was the moment I understood. I survived not to atone. I survived to take revenge.

Born the "weak" disgrace of the Moonridge bloodline, Selene was always an afterthought—until she was gifted in an arranged marriage to the man she secretly loved. . .Magnus Lancaster, the cold Alpha of the North. But hope turned to horror when Magnus chose her sister instead, leaving Selene humiliated and discarded. Broken and hunted, Selene vanishes into the lawless West. There, she finds Rage Lancaster, Magnus’s exiled brother. In the heat of their sheets and the blood of the wild, they forge a dark, "no-labels" pact of skin and survival. The fragile girl dies in the dirt, and the Vicious Conqueror rises in her place. Now, Selene returns to raze the empires that once scorned her. As Magnus and Rage both seek to claim a place in her new world, Selene must decide: will she reclaim her title as Luna, or burn everything to the ground as a ruthless Queen?

Heat: Fifty Erotic Fictions for the Fevered Mind By Gem-Ma No fade to black. No soft focus. Just the edge of pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries melt, clothes fall, and fantasies ignite. From secret pillow fights and forbidden fittings to rough backseat confessions and whispered sins behind bookstore shelves, HEAT delivers 50 scorching tales of seduction, kink, and raw, unfiltered desire. Whether it's soft sighs in a steamy bath or the slap of skin in a dark alley, each story plunges you deep into lust, longing, and the edge of surrender. M/F. F/F. M/M. Threesomes. Strangers. Exes. Teachers. Brides. Bosses. No fantasy is off-limits. Multiple kinks. All orientations. One rule: never look away. Perfect for readers who crave vivid scenes, dirty talk, and characters who always cross the line-again and again.

My family home accidentally catches on fire, and my father risks his life to save my sister. He ends up with severe burns and urgently needs a blood transfusion to save his life. I'm not in the vicinity, so I ask my fiancé to help. He tells me the hospital doesn't have enough blood stored and mobilizes the city's blood banks—he does it to save my sister, who only has minor burns. Leonard Gallagher shows up when I'm at my most desperate. He takes 600ml of my blood and rushes back to my hometown. Meanwhile, I pass out by the roadside due to severe blood loss. When I wake up, Leonard tells me my father has died due to significant blood loss. I'm disfigured after knocking my head on a sharp rock. He holds my bandaged face tenderly and tells me he'll use his life to make it up to me. After three years of marriage, I'm six months pregnant when I lose consciousness and need to be rescued. That's when I overhear Leonard's conversation with a doctor. "It's been three years. Can we do the skin grafting procedure again? Zoe needs it for her cosmetic surgery." "Mrs. Gallagher has recovered very well, so it's okay to proceed with the procedure. However, even if she's Ms. Lore's sister, there's still a chance of rejection." "Her blood already flows in Zoe's veins—what does the skin matter? It's already the second time, anyway." It turns out the help I've given on the brink of death only leads to Zoe Lore's enhanced beauty. To Leonard, I'm nothing but a source of flesh and blood for Zoe. I'm tired. I think it's time to be reunited with my father.

Five years ago, I woke up naked beside my husband’s beta, and in that moment, my entire world burned. My mate, Draven, the Alpha of Midnight MC, looked at me like I was filth. He didn’t let me speak. He didn’t believe me. He stripped me of my title, my name, and everything I was, and he banished me. I rebuilt my life from the ashes as a mechanic. A woman learning to live without the bond that once defined her. Until the day he walked back into my life, not Draven, but his estranged stepbrother, Calix. The same man who used to torment me in college just to get under my skin. Cocky, reckless, and infuriatingly charming, the kind of danger that made my heart forget how to beat. He offered me a deal to pretend to be his girlfriend in a three-month biker tournament and he’d rebuild my shattered shop. I should’ve said no. Because when I walked into that tournament, I saw Draven again, he looked colder than I remembered... and standing beside him, heavily pregnant, was my best friend, Lauren, who betrayed me. Now my past and present are colliding in flames. The mate who abandoned me wants me back. The stepbrother who once bullied me wants me. And the lies that ruined my life are unraveling faster than I can breathe. I’m torn between two brothers, one who broke my soul and one who pieced it back together. And I don’t know which one I’m meant to love... or which one will burn me in the end.

***The cover is taken from Google*** I wince when my bangles dig into my skin,forcing a smile,hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements. I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions. What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros? I hiss when my sister steps on my foot,making me looking up. I glance at a middle aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her, hoping it was just a bad dream, my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person, the person looking back at me, but not quite acknowledging me.

He doesn’t knock. He breaks the door down—and your back with it. In Nailed: Men In Heat, the men are ruthless, brutal, and always hard. They bend you over desks, shove you face-first into pillows, and split you open like they paid for the right. No sweet talk. No cuddling. Just cum, bruises, and the sound of skin slapping skin. You’ll gag. You’ll drool. You’ll beg. And he’ll just keep going. Spit-soaked. Ass-up. Throat-fucked. He’ll ruin your hole, coat your insides, and leave you leaking for days. If you’re not shaking by the end of the chapter? You’ll be begging for the next man to finish the job. These are raw, relentless, hole-filling fucks—and they always finish deep. One thrust and you’re addicted.

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.

Being the heir of the Han Empire means Jordan has to be perfect, flawless, untouchable, and Alpha to the core. But he’s hiding a dangerous secret… He’s an omega. If anyone finds out, he’ll lose everything. So Jordan hides behind a cold mask—sharp suits, sharper words, and a wall no one gets through. Until he shows up. Alaric Wren. Jordan’s fiercest rival. The man who was never supposed to matter. The man who threatens everything just by looking too close. And when Alaric discovers the truth, he doesn’t use it to destroy Jordan. He uses it to get under his skin… and into his bed. Now Jordan’s perfect life is cracking. Because Alaric doesn’t want to expose him. He wants to own him. And Jordan might let him even if it costs him everything.