He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

*Sequel to Reaping the Red Heir* After leaving Nefarium, Skyla Ashforth is more sociopathic than ever. Living among the blind vampire clan who feast on apex predators rather than humans, she struggles to rebuild a home while battling the darkness growing within her. But when ancient scrolls reveal the location of wyvern nesting grounds, Skyla sees an opportunity to turn the tide of war in the Reapers' favor. These magnificent beasts could be the key to protecting her people - if she can figure out how to control them without getting barbecued in the process. The Sanguinists are closing in, her mother's watching her every move, the Red Heir continues to haunt her, and her own mind might be her worst enemy. But with a little less sanity, a lot of violence, and maybe a wyvern army, she might just survive this mess. That is, if the ice in her heart doesn't melt first... *A dark fantasy romance filled with morally grey characters, deadly creatures, and a sociopathic heroine who's really trying her best not to fall apart (or in love). Contains violence, dark themes, and complicated relationships. Sequel to "Reaping The Red Heir".*

"Again, do you think that's... wise? The others should be able to control themselves, but Fallon..." Gideon let the words hang in the air. Fallon wasn't the most stable in the best of times and sometimes, he questioned his decision to bring him into their home. "I'll watch out for him." Sebastian stood. "Damn me, why did I have to save her." "Because you were bored." ********************************** Most children are raised to have a sense of wonder. A feeling of awe at the unexplainable, delight at the thought of hidden worlds and fantastical creatures. Eve was not that child. She was happy in her logical life and didn't need the unicorns and wizards. To her, magic simply didn't exist. Until the night it tried to kill her. After she is saved by men of fiction, Eve soon discovers that binding an eight-hundred year old vampire to herself is the least of her worries. An unexpected reunion with her mother exposes secrets and she quickly learns that what she didn't believe in could be the death of her. ******** Warning******** THIS IS A REVERSE-HAREM NOVEL. THERE WILL BE SEXY TIME INVOLVED. It's also 107K words but only 16 chapters long. This means hella long chapters. Sorry about that, it's just the way the story wanted to be written. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please comment and I will do my best to reply :) If there are questions that might lead to spoilers, I'll try to PM or DM the answers.

I hate having to write these... I don't know how to describe a book I haven't finished yet. But, based on what I have, here it goes. Please, keep in mind, this is book two of the trilogy. If you haven't read the first one yet, you can find it in my profile, Bound by Destiny. Barely living through the trap set by the Fae that wants her gone, Eve imagines the worst is behind her. A change of location brings hope and sadness. But when one of her vampires is taken, she realizes that the fight will never be over. Not as long as she lives. Armed with magic she doesn't know how to use and her lovers, she enters a world she had never believed could exist, on a rescue mission that would see her take the Unseelie throne, or her and all those she loved dead. To those who have read book one, there are a few changes. Nathaniel's name is now Naiel. And Gabe is dark blond with gray eyes. There will probably be other changes as I go, because that is the type of writer I am, lol. I am going back and editing the changes into book one. I'm terrified, but will be entering Bound by Destiny in the Watty's. Pray for me!

Eve's been through a lot, but prophecy isn't through with her yet. Not yet ready for what it asks of her, it drives a wedge between her and the love her heart claims. With no time to recover, Shadow makes its move and her and her men must fight their way through a dying realm to free the only one strong enough to save all of faerie. Balance needs to be restored, and the cost of that balance might be their own lives. ***Warning!!! This is a reverse-harem novel! There WILL be sexy time! Some of it kind of pushing to bounds in this one. Not too much, but I will put warning on the couple of chapters that contain "Not normal" sex. WARNING***

BOOK 3 "Dance with me Tallulah." His whisper slithered over my skin, tempting me to comply. I smirked as I brought forth my current, allowing it to course my skin. I put my hand in his expecting him to fall to the ground from my immense shock. He only smiled, clasping his long fingers around my hand, tugging me up from my chair. I gasped as he pulled me in, forcing my body flush with his. I called on my full power, letting my electricity flow through him. Why wasn't he reacting? Anyone else would have been screeching in paralyzed agony. He hummed as I tripled the amount of electricity that would normally kill a man. "I suggest you stop. All that powers making my cock hard." He whispered, letting his blood stained lips graze my ear. ~~~ Tallulah has been in hiding since she was a baby. As the first half demon child to walk the earth, her father, demon rebellion against the vampire royals, wanted to shield her from supernatural backlash. But it was her fate that worried him most. The fate that a certain horrible, emotionless royal would take her as his own. Her father preferred a mortal life for his precious Tallulah than suffer eternity mated to the heartless blood thirsty Augustus Vercelis. Augustus is formally known as Augostino Vercelis, royal throne holder of the undead. Although he is indeed a murderous vampire, he hadn't enjoyed the bloodied kill of his thirst in over 200 years. His curse had him bound to good nature. At least until he finds the mystery creature that holds the ultimate gift of soul-mated love. If he can have her, he is free to lead the life he pleases, with zero constraints. And he is determined to make Tallulah his when he feels her blade deep in his heart. She's a feisty little mouse, but he likes the chase. (Warning: This book has intense mature scenes! Kink shaming comments will be deleted. Augutus has lived almost a thousand years with zero emotional attachment to anyone, his love is an acquired taste and doesn't come naturally.)

EXCERPT It begins with sultry dreams, a shadowed apparition relentlessly seeking the sweet heat of her body no matter how Sable resists. Powerful, dominant, and with a touch like fire, the demon will stop at nothing to get what it wants. But this is only the beginning for Sable, who thought she left the world of magic long ago. Because this demon who demands her body is only the first of the Sins, Lust... and the rest are bound to follow. Her body is far from the only thing in jeopardy. They want her soul, her dormant powers, her secret birthright that she has been unaware of for so long -- and most dangerous of all, her heart. In the mad dash for power, the Sins will fight tooth and nail for both Sable and the throne of Hell. Somehow, she must bring them together at her side to fight the true enemy, and save the kingdoms of Hell, Heaven, and Earth. This is the Age of Sinners. Thy Kingdom come. *** A DARK REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE. CONTENT WARNINGS: Heavy dubious consent and varying themes of dark romance. Includes overstimulation, forced orgasms, somnophilia, and more. Thank you for following The Book of Lust! It is now complete, and the full ebook is available on Amazon Kindle.

"Say another fucking word, I dare you." He snarls in my ear as his hold on my throat tightens. "You're a very kinky man. First knife play, then choking, what's next Archyn?" I smirk up at him, looking into his dark black eyes, "Are you going to fuck me to keep me quiet Archyn? Or are you just all talk?" "Mikaia stop it or I'll push you to your knees and fuck your mouth right now in front of everyone." He says, his hand that's not choking me coming up to brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Again, you're all talk." I breathe out, keeping a moan in. "I'll fuck you better than that vampire did." He whispers against my neck, "I'll show you what you've been missing out on your whole life." His hand on my neck squeezes tighter, effectively cutting off my air supply. "I bet he doesn't know what a slut you are." He says and I nearly moan but force myself not to make a sound. I will not give him that satisfaction. Besides, nothing can happen anyways. He has a mate. COMPLETED! SEQUAL IN PROGRESS :)

As I push Zaid backwards onto the bed beside Axis, his hand wraps around my waist pulling me down with him. I put my knees on either side of his hip and lean down to wrap my lips around his nipple piercing making him groan. I place my hands on his chest and then lean over to Axis. I smash my lips onto his and moan into his mouth as I feel Zaid brush a finger over my nipple. I break the kiss with Axis to turn back to Zaid. I look at him, his deep blue eyes boring into me as I push up onto my knees and move back slightly. I lift his dick in my hand and rub my thumb over the tip of it. I bring my finger to my mouth and lick it, smiling as Zaid groans. "Just fuck me already, Silver." He says as he props an arm behind his head, waiting for me to move. I rub his dick over my slit, moaning as he brushes against my clit. I begin to push down on him and suddenly his hands are at my waist. He pushes me down and thrusts up into me. "I thought I was in control." I say and he grins. "Sorry, Silv." He says as my hands drop to his chest to support myself, "When it comes to you, I just can't help myself." I know I shouldn't be doing this with them here, but right now, I don't even care what will happen if I'm found. Because I know that with my men by my side, I'm unstoppable. And I would do anything to keep them safe. No matter what it may cost me. ---- This is the sequel to escondida, but don't worry, you don't have to read escondida for this one to make sense :) As always, if you're only here for the smut (so real) I'll put the chapters containing it in the A/N at the beginning ;)

» 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 « ~ The Salieri's are so venomous in this world that people in this city don't dare to touch us but you, Aletheia... You made me sink my teeth into you and people shall know that - Donovan Salieri. ° ° ° ° Aletheia Sokratés isn't what you call sweet or innocent - She's a proficient pickpocket thief who is careless of others and doesn't care what anyone thinks, She steals and lies for a living however there is always a price to pay and Aletheia must finally succumb to that when she happens to steal from a notorious mob boss, 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐢. 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐢 is her biggest punishment yet and Aletheia is on a forever wild ride and maybe an illicit affair? _________ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 » 𝐴 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⚠︎ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝:12/30/2022