"The risk shouldn't matter when I need you. And I do need you Luke. The fact that I I need you, that's what should matter." I look up at him meeting his eyes, and he looks conflicted. "What do you want Abbey?" "I want you to kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it. I want you to take me. I don't care where: here, the couch, floor, my bedroom. I don't care. I just need you. You decide the rest." "There's one thing." "What?" "I'm not going to take you, fuck you, or have sex with you. I'm going to make love to you." *** Dr. Abbey Cartwright is trying to make it in a big city as a doctor without revealing her past to everyone. One day she gets an email saying she needs to come home because her cousin and his friend are coming in to her hometown and need a place to stay. Abbey goes back to place that has haunted her for years. Luke Roberts is an architect going on vacation with his best friend. He only knew that the woman he was staying with was his friend's cousin. He had met most of his family, why hadn't he met her? Once these two meet sparks fly but can they both overcome each other's past....

[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]

"Stay away from him, not only is he danger but he's the Master. He will either make you or break you, but the way that Zebastian looks at you is unusual for Wonderland." Sasha said as she let the water trickle down her chocolate legs. "What do you mean?" Vera asked innocently. "Zebastian is one of the men we warned you about, he dangerous, out of control, and more powerful than everyone combined here." Nina said fanning herself. "He's got his sights on you, so he's planning something: either to kill you, or to kidnap you and make you his. Master won't let that happen, especially since he's taken a liking to you." "Not to mention Xephren." Janet said. Vera just frowned. "What should I do?" She asked. "What we do best." Nina said looking at her. "Seduce."

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

© Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved. {Currently revising, editing & changing storyline off Wattpad} Daniella Monroe . Got married at the age of seventeen with the consent of her parents. They wouldn't dare disapprove anything multi billionaire Andrew Monroe did or want? Because what he wanted, he was surely going to get. When he saw Daniella for the first time, he knew she was his and only his and when she first meet Andrew when he was twenty-four, she fell head over heels in love with him. What she didn't know, was that her love for him would eventually come to pass and disappear. Now eleven years down the road she is unhappy and is tired of the same old stuff from Andrew and wants something new and exciting. Seeking romance and great sex out of her marriage is something that Daniella has always despised and said that she would never do. Too bad she just couldn't turn away from a tempting offer and 'exchange'. But when she gets caught in her lies and everything starts to unravel, can Daniella get back on track and save her marriage. Read to find out what, when, and why Daniella is a 'Wicked Housewife'.

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Do you know how it feels to have feelings for your step brother? To want him, but to know he would never feel the same? How it hurts to see him with his girlfriend-the way he touches her, loves her, cares for her? The worst is to hear them having sex in the next room, only wishing it was you. I know that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but ... I fantasize about him touching me. Making love to me. Only me. I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I want him. I want my step brother. Warning: Contains Sexual Content ;) (Rater R)

*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...