Warm Bodies Boneys

Ariel and I married into the Jahn family—and got knocked up around the same time. I landed Edmond, the older brother and a hotshot forensic pathologist. She got Philip, the cop. At six months pregnant, I started bleeding. Instead of rushing me to the ER, Edmond dragged me into an OR. "Keyla was in a car crash. Messed up her leg. Whatever this is, deal with it later. Help her first." Ariel tried yanking me out, but Philip was already outside, blocking the door. "Keyla's the patient. If you've got an ounce of medical ethics, you'll save her." We were trapped. So, we did the surgery. Then Keyla had someone cut us open and dump our bodies in the woods. We died hating them all. Edmond and Philip didn't figure it out till they dug us up—too little, way too late.

Alexandra is hated by her father and treated like a slave by her stepmother, while her stepsister Tracy is adored as the pack’s perfect princess—and the future Luna destined for Alpha Damon. Until Bond Night. When Alexandra unexpectedly bonds with Damon, the pack turns on her and Tracy takes her own life. Blinded by grief and rage, Damon makes Alexandra pay—publicly breaking her, branding her as his possession, and keeping her as the pack’s plaything. Then Damon’s uncle, Alpha Chris, returns with enough power to challenge him—and a hunger for Alexandra that’s anything but noble. As buried secrets surface and bodies start to fall, the fight for control of the pack becomes a fight for her. And when someone everyone believes is dead reappears, the bond between Alexandra, Damon, and Chris threatens to ignite something forbidden: a tri-bond that could either save her…or destroy them all.

CAN LOVE SURVIVE IN A WORLD OF ZOMBIES AND ALIENS! In a dystopian world that is struggling to recover from a nuclear war and that is dominated and ruled by aliens, Kendra manages to find love, peace, and harmony. Sadly, her domestic bliss is shattered when she and her husband are captured by the alien regime and placed into the breeding program. With the help and sacrifice of her gentle caretaker, they manage to escape. Their bodies are free, but what about their minds? Has too much happened for them to come back to each other? To add to the story, their son is taken to Center Land in inner earth and placed in the child program. Now, they must find a way to get him back! “The Regime” is Book Two of Kendra's Journey in a world that offers steamy romance, nail biting peril, thrills, a bit of horror, and a paradise-like sanctuary within its core. All she has to do is make her way there.

For nearly five centuries, no child has drawn a first breath. The Creator sealed the womb of the world, and humanity learned to live without its future. But in the depths of Triune, another kind of genesis rose. From the Middle comes a child with power and lineage to rival the Creator. Not born, but woven. Not raised, but awakened. Bodies shaped by design. Souls coaxed from silence. Each one a crafted echo of what humanity once was. Those who survive their emergence ascend to the Upper. Those who falter are reclaimed by the dark. On the night meant to mark their passage into adulthood, five friends stumble upon a truth older than scripture and sharper than prophecy: The first humans were not what they were told. The gods were not who they claimed to be. And the Children of Triune were never meant to ask why. Some truths don't set you free, they come for you.

“As a financial forensic, I'm trained to uncover traces of fraud in numbers. But nothing prepared me for discovering my own husband's secret accounts... and the bodies buried beneath his transactions.” In the heart of glittering Amsterdam, where ancient canals hold modern secrets, Sofia Van Der Meer is a renowned relationship therapist who seems to have it all: a successful practice, a beautiful canal house, and a perfect marriage to hedge fund manager Marcus Dekker. But behind the glitter of their elite Dutch society life lies an intricate tangle of lies that threatens to destroy everything they've built. When Marcus' dangerous secret is revealed, Sofia is drawn into a dangerous game of passion and revenge with charismatic psychiatrist Dr. Julian Reeves. As the line between professional ethics and primal desire begins to blur, Sofia must confront a dark truth: sometimes those who heal others bear the deepest wounds.

The company holds a management meeting. My wife's secretary, Lisa Carter, is checking IDs at the conference room entrance. She greets everyone who enters with a warm smile. But when it is my turn, she lets out a scornful laugh. I frown and pull out my Cybersecurity Department Manager's ID, but she doesn't even glance at it. "Mr. Torres, Ms. Shaw took pity on you and made you a manager. Do you really think you're somebody important?" I ignore her and dial the CEO's direct line instead. "Someone's saying my position is just charity from you. Is it true?"

In the bustling tapestry of life, Maurvi shines as a beacon of beauty, intelligence, and boundless innocence. Her magnetic charm and warm heart make her the epitome of the ideal friend. Yet, her desire to protect her dear friend from a toxic relationship is misconstrued as jealousy, leaving Maurvi in a quandary. Enter Gautam, a dashing doctor with a quick wit and a heart of gold. Facing his own dilemma, he proposes a solution that could unravel their lives in unexpected ways. A fake relationship seems like the perfect ruse, but as they navigate this charade, lines blur, and hearts entwine. Join Maurvi and Gautam on a journey where friendship blossoms into something deeper, defying expectations and igniting a love that was always meant to be.

A woman is taught to be invisible, not to raise her head too high lest she hits her husband's jaw. Dusk descends and Kamsi's orientation is changed. The thought and hope of giving life to a new being could change anyone. Kamsi, a woman in love, realizes that even love is not enough; The institution of marriage needs a lot more. Her story is just one voice amongst other women who are married to loving, overprotective and dominating men. It had been easy to believe one could get a blanket when cold hit but what about a time when the heart turns cold? How warm could love be at dusk?

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

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.