One innocent girl. Three dangerous men.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

A fish-out-of-water story about a New York City chef who inherits a ranch, discovers a family he never knew, and finds unexpected love with a fiercely loyal woman. For fans of western romance superstars like Lyla Sage and Elise Silver. New York City chef Jake West had it all, but a few strokes of a pen meant no more marriage. No more restaurant. No more big city lifestyle. Then he receives a call explaining that his long-estranged father, Brett, has died, and he needs to return to the Canadian ranch he left as a child. Jake expects to go, sign more papers, and return to the city and rebuild his future. Instead Jake learns that Brett's left the ranch to him-and only him. Things might have been hot in his restaurant's kitchen, but that's nothing compared to what he faces now: a family he didn't know existed, and a property he doesn't want. Tanner and Brady, his half-brothers, don't want him around. And while his stepmother, Peony, welcomes him, there's Liz, Peony's daughter. She's not a West, but her loyalties lie with the family, not an outsider. However, as Jake settles into the rhythms of the ranch, he wonders if he's finally found something that's been missing in his life-especially as he and Liz grow closer. At first, it's just attraction, but when a sudden kiss ignites a heat in both of them, they can't ignore this raging inferno. Maybe Brett West knew what he was doing when he summoned his eldest son back home-and gave him a chance to change his life forever. This is Book 1 of the West Line Ranch Series. Book 2 - Western Connection and Book 3 - Western Flame, are currently available to read on Wattpad In bookstores January 20th, 2026! Pre-order here: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/790665/western-heat-by-caroline-richardson/9781998341375/ Watty's Shortlist - 2021 Cover designed by Nora Inla

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| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

"You're gonna be a good girl, right baby?" "uh huh.." "What was that?" "Yes sir.." "Good girl... Now suck." - Warning - Mature content, read at your own risk.

Bellamy Orman is a florist in New York and when Vierra Morelli the sister of NYC's top Mafia leader asks for flowers for a party, her world spins into chaos.

To them she was a treasure greater than gold. She was an angel that came straight from heaven. To her they were life. They were the rainbow after the storm. They were everything to each other. - • "Lilly baby you should see yourself you look even better with tears running down your face" Luther said as he continued to fuck her hard. She tried sitting up but she couldn't move even if she wanted to. Alexander was under her holding her tight, his hands making an imprint into her skin as he went at a slower pace but just as deep as Luther. Her brain started feeling fuzzy as she felt herself coming apart. "Please please please I can't hold it anymore" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her legs shook uncontrollably. The two men smiled, they made her feel this way, the way no one else ever could. They new it and she knew it

"Tell me what you're thinking about." He demands, while still clutching her so close to his chest she can hear his heart beat faster and faster. She was the only reason he needed. "Nothing important." She replies, her words spoken as soft as can be. He shakes his head, frustrated he didn't know her inner workings. Didn't know how to soothe her thoughts. "Not good enough, I want a real answer." Her eyes widened at the sheer dominance in his tone, so she speaks, but with much hesitancy "I'm just-I'm scared that all of this will go away. I don't want it to ever go away. I don't want any of you to go away." She looks up at him with tears brimming her eyes. It killed him to see her with that pain in her eyes once again. "We are never going away, ever. I promise." "We promise," The three of them spoke with such certainty that would make anyone cower in fear. She could do nothing but believe them. And for all intents and purposes, that's exactly what she did. _ Tabitha, but she likes just 'Tabby' for short, Morreno is a sweet, quite radiant, hopeful being. Hopeful for a world she let go of long ago. Can they give her the life she so richly deserves? Add in rival gangs, a splash of chocolate milk, plus four broody men on top of a whole lot of love. Then, perhaps, we might just see.

A WHY CHOOSE NOVEL ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Can you withstand the pain and criticism? Hunter Anderson, Garrett Reid, Blaise Dawson and Ashton Hernandez are mine. They may be a little broken, hurt, and constantly distressed but they are unconditionally mine. They are mine but they have secrets. They are mine but have complications that they have been piling up throughout their lives. They are mine and I'm theirs but that doesn't mean we should be. How long can we pretend that living in lies is tearing us apart? How long till we realize that maybe we are better apart than we are together? How long till we ultimately break? ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BOOK 2 [ ONGOING ] [SLOW UPDATES] [UPDATES: EVERY OTHER SUNDAY] ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Started: 09/16/2022