Wet And Wild Nightmare Before Christmas

If you’re a delicate little flower who clutches pearls and believes sex should only happen in the missionary position with the lights off and your spouse’s permission, close this book immediately. Seriously. Put it down before you ruin your boring little life with uncontrollable wetness and questionable morals. Still here? Good girl. Welcome to Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet — a ruthless, dripping-wet collection of one hundred filthy, plot-driven taboo stories that don’t just flirt with the line… they bend you over it, fuck you senseless, and leave you leaking.😉 💦

All Bethany Blakes wanted was to graduate from college and marry her childhood sweetheart, Clement, running an art gallery while living a happy married life but things went haywire when she realized she was nothing but a bet to her beloved sweetheart.  In an attempt to get rid of a urinary tract infection, she got inseminated with the sperm of a cold and ruthless billionaire, Falcon Gray who has wealth, power, a dark past and was desperately in need of an heir to secure his inheritance.  Unable to let his only chance at securing all he had toiled for slip off his fingers, he struck a deal with the final-year student to keep the baby and spend the Christmas holiday with him at his family's annual get-together but as their bond grew stronger, his dark past and undying love for his supposed fiancée Leonie Winters threatened to tear them apart. 

After catching Gideon Hawthorne cheating on me for the 99th time, he decides to sleep with the fake heiress, Helena Fairchild, just to get back at me. When I catch him and Helena together in bed together red-handed, instead of feeling guilty for what he's done, he just grins at me maliciously. "Ophelia, your sister feels a lot tighter than you." In my previous life, when I heard Gideon's comment, I broke down on the spot and started kicking up a huge ruckus over the matter. I even spread intimate, racy photos of Gideon and Helena all over the world on the Internet. Unable to endure my lunatic tendencies anymore, Gideon chose to divorce me. As for my parents, they completely gave up on me and cast me out of the family. I thought things would be better for me, and yet reality taught me otherwise. I practically had to raise myself in the countryside for the past 18 years. Even if I got reunited with my biological family, I still had no survival skills to fall back on. On top of that, the Hawthornes kept exacting revenge on me, causing me to starve all the time. A few years later, I died from cancer. As for Helena, she ended up marrying Gideon and became a rich aristocrat in the upper crust. To think that I, the ex-wife, was reduced to everyone's laughingstock at the end of the day… When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Gideon and Helena have slept together.

"Open your legs for me, Anna!" "You're crazy! My husband is outside, Diego!" "That was the deal, right? You have to serve me whenever and wherever I want!" Diego exclaimed, immediately slipping his hand under Anna's skirt and playing there. *** Six years ago, rich Anna married poor Diego. Anna's family separated them by slandering Diego and throwing him in prison. Six years later, Diego, a former convict, has become a successful businessman, while Anna's family has gone bankrupt. In order to save the company and to pay for her mother's medical expenses, Anna had to be willing to satisfy her ex-husband's wild desires.

While we're having our dinner on Christmas Eve, my mom suddenly asks me loudly, "Do you have your chastity?" I look confused. "What?" My mom just smiles very smugly. "I knew you were the adventurous type! You must have lost it because of someone else!" After that, she shoots my husband, Louis Hartson, a knowing look. "You don't know about this yet, right? Before Yvonne married you, she was an absolute player in the dating pool. Her father and I couldn't keep her under control at all!" I widen my eyes in shock. "What are you talking about?" My mom is even happier when she sees how angry I am. "Oh? You have the guts to do it, yet you're too cowardly to admit to it?" I can only clench my fists tightly under the table after hearing my mom's slanderous accusations. Since she likes spreading baseless rumors about me this much, I'm not going to keep her secret for her anymore.

Cassidy Young is what most people compared to a wildfire - she has sass, beautiful looks, and knows how to make anyone turn in their grave but she has a dark past... In fact, she chasing both ghosts and murders, forcing her way from town to town, hoping to redeem her faults and somewhere along the way she meets a handsome and dangerous stranger... Dodge Moore is called the Reaper, he brings death and calm anger everywhere he goes; he has always been alone and even though he seems to care for no one, a new and beautiful stranger walked herself into his life, taking him in a whirlwind of emotions he has never felt before. Not only is he faced with a new challenge called Cassidy, he's also searching for a murderer... Will they help each other or will their feelings scare them away? Is love real on the Wild West frontier or is it just infatuation? Will Cassidy's wildfire burn her or Dodge? Will Dodge's Reaper presence kill him or the girl he's quickly falling for? Find out in Searching the Wild Lovely West to find out!

WARNING! This book is not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Some parts contain graphic sex scenes, adult language, and situations intended for mature readers only! BLURB She saved herself for the man she thought would be her forever. She believed in love, in promises, in happily ever after. Until she caught her fiancé tangled in another woman’s arms. Betrayal burned through her veins, leaving behind only one desire. REVENGE. And what better way to break him than to seduce the one man who could shatter his pride—his powerful, dangerously handsome billionaire uncle? He’s older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. But she’s willing to play dirty, willing to risk everything, just to watch her ex suffer. But what happens when the game turns on her? Because the moment she steps into his world, she realizes he’s not just a pawn in her twisted little plan. He’s a man who dominates, consumes, and makes her feel things she’s never felt before. And the worst part? She might not want to escape.

We agreed we were going to spend Christmas together as a family of three. I briefly stepped out to grab my daughter’s Christmas gift, but quickly realized that I had forgotten my keys. However, when I came back, I was locked outside the villa. I rang the doorbell countless times, but no one came to let me in. Through the glass window, I saw my daughter happily smiling in the arms of my wife’s childhood friend who had returned from overseas. “Uncle Jones, you smell so nice. Not like my dad. He’s always sweaty and smells so gross. I don’t even want to spend Christmas with him!” My wife, Lily Quinn, looked at them indulgently and agreed. “Your dad hasn’t seen much of the world. He really doesn’t know how to celebrate holidays properly.” I froze in place as my fingers turned cold. Yara turned and saw me outside the window. Her face was filled with disgust. “What are you staring at? Why are you standing outside like some monster? You almost scared me to death! You’re not like Uncle Jones at all. He’s so elegant and well-mannered!” However, ten years ago, I was a top sales director at a well-known multinational company. Back then, I had the chance to be transferred to New York. Yet Lily unexpectedly got pregnant and suffered severe reactions. She was at constant risk of miscarriage. I voluntarily gave up that opportunity to take care of her and our daughter. Now, that sacrifice had somehow become undeniable proof of my uselessness. I took a deep breath and threw the Christmas gift I had bought for my daughter into the trash. Then I messaged someone saved in my contacts as “Apprentice”: [Is that overseas position you mentioned a few days ago still available?] The reply came almost instantly: [Of course! Mr. Lane, as long as you’re willing to come back, you’ll always have a place waiting for you!]

Mature Audience Only (18+)Welcome to Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection — a scorching hot anthology of short, addictive erotic tales filled with raw desire, forbidden encounters, and intense passion.From a heartbroken woman finding mind-blowing pleasure with a mysterious hotel stranger, to a speeding driver getting deliciously punished by a dominant cop on the side of the road, and a tenant who pays her powerful landlord in the most sinful way — each story delivers unfiltered heat and toe-curling satisfaction.Steamy, dominant, possessive, and extremely explicit, these quick reads explore dominance, submission, power play, and sizzling one-night stands that will leave you breathless and craving more.If you love filthy, no-holds-barred erotica with strong chemistry and unforgettable nights, this collection is your ultimate escape.Warning: This book contains highly explicit sexual content, graphic language, and mature themes including dominance, submission, and taboo elements. Intended for mature audiences 18+ only.Tags: Steamy, Dominant, Badboy, Possessive, Affair, Erotica, One Night Stand

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.