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Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about—tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever written about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, and I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. Dallin wants to share me.

Aspects of Aries: Creative, Dominant, Energetic, Fiery, Free-Spirited, Fun, Independent, Intelligent. Her element is fire and she ignites her spark into every encounter.

According to the legend, The Pied Piper lured children to their graves with his evil, enchanting flute music after town leaders refused to pay him for ridding Hamelin of rats. One question: When did the children of Hamelin stop being children? At what age did children become immune to his tune? Twelve? Sixteen? Eighteen? Or was it a more gradual process?

Step into a collection of 17+ raunchy encounters where temptation overrides restraint and curiosity leads the way. Across sleek professional spaces and private, invitation-only worlds, desire unfolds in bold, unapologetic ways. Each story invites you deeper into moments where rules dissolve and passion takes control.

Tess Snow has everything she ever wanted: one more semester before a career in property development, a loving boyfriend, and a future dazzling bright with possibility. For their two-year anniversary, Brax surprises Tess with a romantic trip to Mexico. Sandy beaches, delicious cocktails, and soul-connecting sex set the mood for a wonderful holiday. With a full heart, and looking forward to a passion filled week, Tess is on top of the world. But lusty paradise is shattered. Kidnapped. Drugged. Stolen.

Abducted from a life of privilege, she was sold into slavery in a distant land. For Lady Janet Leslie there would be no escaping the harem of the wealthy and powerful Sultan Selim. But from the moment the handsome ruler spied his breathtaking "Cyra," he was captivated—by the fiery desire that coursed through his veins. She belonged to him, body and soul-yet it was he who was enslaved.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

Ivy Noelle Winter is content with being a thirty-one-year-old unbonded omega with no prospects of a pack. She adores teaching fifth grade, she has wonderful friends—and that baking show marathon isn't going to watch itself. Until a snowstorm and power outage traps Ivy in her classroom after hours… with three men. Rome, the new alpha music teacher. James, the flirtatious beta vet he's bonded to. And Logan, the town's grumpy alpha electrician. Their scents call to Ivy and her body answers, setting off her first-ever mini-heat.

Un chef-d’oeuvre de la littérature érotique contemporaine ! Ecris en 1940, les éroticas sont « Les efforts premiers d’une femme (l’auteur Anaïs Nin) pour parler d’un domaine qui avait été jusqu’alors réservé aux hommes ». Troublantes évocations des sensualités masculine et féminine, ces fables explorent leurs félicités, leurs ambigüités, leurs extases et parfois… Trouve l’amour.

In the midst of war, love might be the deadliest weapon of all. For ten long years, Angels and Demons have waged a brutal war, with one man standing between the Demons and total annihilation: Rokath, the cruel and merciless general feared for his power to raise the dead. A prophecy whispers of a woman with eyes of devious burgundy who will shift the balance of power, but Rokath has plans of his own. After a deadly plague wipes out millions of Demons across the realm, Rokath issues an unforgiving command—every family must send one male to the front or face being put to the sword.

Returning to my hometown, to normalcy, after all I've been through feels strange, to say the least. Returning to the friends and family who have all moved on with their lives while I'm still trapped with demons of my past haunting me is the worst kind of torment. I'm safe now. Lydia, the woman who stole me when I was just nine years old, is in prison. I'm free. But I don't feel free. I don't even know who I am anymore. The child I was is dead, and the man I've become is lost.

雇い主はかつての同級生だった。男女両方の視点で描かれる大人のエンタメラブストーリー アルファポリス恋愛小説大賞読者賞受賞

After three long months in a new town with a new job, things aren’t going exactly to plan for Cosima Lockwood. The job? Not at all what she thought it would be. The town? Deader than ever, and just when she decides it’s time to pack up and move on, the local shape-shifter packs start closing in. Not only that, but her partner is nowhere to be seen, which robs the entire trip of its salacious prospects.

I can’t believe I agreed to go to this silly, gender-swap Halloween costume party dressed like a sexy female witch. And even worse, my friend, Chelsea, is dragging me to a stupid fortune teller. What a scam. Magic isn’t real. What, is she going to turn me into a real sexy witch? Hah! Yeah right.

I’m the first omega king in a land previously ruled by alphas, and I’ve had the audacity to remain unmarried. Of course, all kinds of outrageous tales surround my palace. People say I’m a sorcerer constantly in heat, the orgies in my bathhouses never end, and every so often, a young alpha expires in my arms from exhaustion. According to one legend, I choose three men to knot me every night because I can’t sleep empty. Another story says that I keep virgin omegas at the palace and organize games where the best soldiers get to deflower the boys as a reward while I look on.

Something has changed with the heat. Not just my body but my soul has changed too. I can’t sleep without Jonah in my bed or touch my belly without my mind drifting to him. This wasn’t a part of my plan—I wasn’t supposed to care for this man at all, let alone crave him by my side constantly. Rumors circle that a peasant has become my favorite lover, but nobody knows the truth. Jonah means so much more to me. Can a commoner become the king’s true mate?

Vintage-style erotic story "His Willing Toy" follows a woman's complete surrender to her dominant lover as she discovers the exquisite pleasure found in submission. From the moment she kneels before him, a leather collar tight around her throat, she is drawn into a world where pain and pleasure intertwine in a dance of desire and devotion. Through blindfolds, ice, floggers, and intimate toys, he pushes her boundaries, testing her obedience while awakening parts of herself she never knew existed.

My moral compass is broken. That’s why I need rules. They keep me from killing people I shouldn’t. They keep me from crossing certain lines. I’m possessive. Obsessive. Deviant. And I like to fight. That’s what I see in Tristan when I spot him working in the swanky nightclub. His cool detachment is a mask. He’s angry, he’s lost, and he’s totally new to what he’s feeling. I want to feel that anger.

Keep the cold. I’ve always understood my duty. As heir to the Winter Court, I must be ready to take my father’s place and keep the realm safe under a blanket of frost. But my father never taught me how to protect my people. That role has fallen to his best friend, Ronan, who agreed to serve as my guardian after my father grew ill. Charming and dangerous, Ronan hasn’t let illegitimacy or family tragedy stop his rise to power. A master of the elements, he’s a faithful ally. Until my father dies.

Ever since I was a child, my father taught me to fear the elven kingdom that borders our lands. A place of twilight and falling leaves, the Autumn Court is rumored to be beautiful and deadly. No one knows what kind of creatures live in the thick, undying forests. No one knows what haunts the shadows. But now those shadows have a name. And they’ve come for me.