[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

Elyse, a trauma surgeon who owes a debt to the mafia, finds herself in an arranged marriage with infamous mafia don Alessandro and discovers unexpected love as they navigate his dangerous world together. ***** Dr. Elyse Romero is used to dangerous house calls. Ever since her father's debts to all the wrong people fell to her, she's been the doctor on call for the mafia, and at this point, she's lost count of how many criminals she's had to heal. But when a handsome stranger is brought to her apartment in the dead of night, Elyse knows this assignment won't be like the others. There's no doubt in her mind: if he dies, she dies too. But it turns out surviving the night is the least of her worries. Her new patient is none other than notorious mafia don Alessandro Vitale, and he's not done with Elyse just yet. Presented with an offer she truly can't refuse, Elyse is forced into a new kind of danger and it turns out she's only scratched the surface of this criminal world. After all, when an angel saves a devil's life, there will be hell to pay. Book One in the Devil's Playground Series. Content Warning: This story contains mature sexual content and themes of crime and violence.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

New Cover Made By: ColourFluff They tell you in high school that real life is hard, but no one ever thinks it's as hard as it really is until reality sets in. Aiden Holland was smart, came from a nice family, and was determined to be a doctor. At twenty-one he packs up to go to school on the east coast; proposing to his girlfriend of Seven years and bring her with him. He was on top of the world, but that just makes the fall farther. Fast forward two years and his fiance left him and he needs a roommate and quick. Chelsie Alexander worked her ass off through community college and as soon as she turned twenty-one she went through bartender school to learn all she could. With her degree freshly printed she's packing to head off to the one place she's always wanted to live; New York Aiden see's Chelsie needs a place to stay and it was a perfect match, the two old friends can share an apartment and not have to deal with strangers. Aiden was expecting the silly girl she used to be; bubbly, weird, shy and he still see's her as the barley eighteen year old girl she used to be and Chelsie expected the nerdy and dorky guy she crushed after, even though she knew he was unavailable. But everything's changed in two years and Neither of them expected unbearable sexual tension they just couldn't ignore or fight which just grew with every argument, movie night, and talk they had. There's nothing wrong with a little bit of fun between consenting adults. He was newly broken up and she wasn't looking to be his rebound relationship, but as always nothing is as expected. Emotions fly high and there is always that intense jealousy there with every date one of them go on. Will they ever be more than friends with benefits when someone's past blows back into their lives? General Fiction - 131 Romance - 153

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

Explicit Context... Successful, hard working, and no tolerance for non-sense attitude made Khloe Sparks the sophisticated, and cold hearted woman people feared. She never minded the loneliness her hard image brought and preferred the unattached life, that is until she blurts to her family that she in fact does have a boyfriend. Desperate she turns to her flirtatious neighbor Wes, a well known womanizer. Determined not to look like a fool in front of her family she makes a deal with Wes to pretend to be in a relationship with her, except this player doesn't want money, he only wants one thing. Her.  Too deep to back down Khloe plays along while keeping the icy walls around her heart up but can she keep Wes from capturing her heart? 

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]