It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

Chris was once an affluent demon. Born in the Human Realm, he had everything, until his whole life got flipped upside down in a nasty divorce. To make matters worse, his parents, who were banished to Hell, have traded him to the Demon King in exchange for leniency on their crimes. If he plays his cards right, Chris might find a way to make this situation work in his favor. That is, if the Demon King doesn't grow tired of him first. ------------------- This is book 3 in a series, but can be read as a standalone.

"Careful human." The...thing said in a concerned voice. "W-What are you, what d-do you want?" I shakily asked him, curling up my body protecting myself. "Shh human don't be afraid. You are my mate." What is a mate? Why did he bring me here? Who is he? Why is he looking at me like that? From the distance I put between us I could admire him more, and his tail. He really is beautiful. It was a deep teal green colour with gold and blue blended in with it that reminded me of his eyes. He was holding himself up with his arms looking at me curiously, head slightly bent to the side and all. "What are you, what do you want?" I asked slowly, my heartbeat had almost reduced to normal again but I was feeling a strange pull towards the creature in front of me. "I am a Merman and you are my mate." His voice was deep and sounded like music the way he spoke. But mate? "Mate?" I asked hoping to find out the way in which he directed this word. "My love," he paused looking into my hazel eyes. "Come closer human you are beautiful...and mine."

What would you do if you met an alien? Stare, obviously. But what if the roles were reversed, and YOU were the alien? Unfortunately for Kade, stares are the least of his concerns. As the only human on Terra, he must dodge the curious hands of Terrans and Carnivores alike and prove his worth as more than a novelty to the Terran King's Royal Inventor. A typical Isekai story, only instead of being hit by Truck-Kun, he gets blown up by a portal. There will be smut, and animalistic behavior. Be wary of drama and heartfelt romance.

"Whatever this is between us... I'm not here to break it. I'm here to see if I can belong in it-if you'll let me." When Remi and Ash trade New York chaos for Southern calm, they expect a slower pace, a fresh start, and quiet nights in their newly rented Atlanta apartment. But when their car breaks down on a warm night after a spontaneous ice cream run, they meet Théodore - a tattooed, soft-spoken mechanic with low eyes, slow hands, and a charm that rattles the very foundation of their carefully built world. Remi is curious. Ash is cautious. Théodore is everything neither of them expected. As sparks fly and boundaries blur, the three navigate connection, desire, and the quiet ache of what if.

"Excuse me, sir. I think you may have dropped these?" It was the voice I noticed first. Smooth, a little amused, and low enough to draw me out of myself. Then I saw him. Dirty blonde hair that looked like waves crashing down the sides of his face, and freckles like splattered paint across his fair skin. A silver hoop in his nose, another in his brow, both catching the light. And those eyes... electric blue, staring into my green ones with intensity. - After a heartbreaking loss, Killian has spent two years shielding himself from love, or any human contact really-convinced that no one could ever replace the person he lost. Finn, on the other hand, is caught in the throes of a toxic relationship, knowing he's not getting what he deserves but is too scared to walk away. When their paths cross, the spark is undeniable, but both are hesitant, scared of getting too close. Killian fears the pain of loving and losing again, while Finn's relationship has made him lose hope all together-almost. Will they let their pasts define them, or can they find the courage to bloom together in the wake of their ruins?

Morgan is the epitome of rainbows and sunshine. His favourite part of the day is knowing he can spread his positivity to his loved ones. Beyond his crazy stories and fluorescent wardrobe, he's a guy of warmth and comfort. Brooks is going through the toughest time of his life. Whilst running a multi-million pound company and finalising a divorce after finding his husband in bed with someone else, he struggles to keep an optimistic mind for the future. He swears off falling in love again and vows to spend the rest of his life alone. When Brooks desperately needs an assistant to help with his chaotic workload, Morgan comes bounding into his life like a bowling ball wrapped up in Christmas lights. Brooks has never met anyone like Morgan before and has his patience tested wildly on a daily basis. But when Brooks looks into Morgan's vibrant and colourful life, he wonders how different everything would be if he allowed himself to be happy. Especially when his life started becoming a lot brighter since Morgan walked into it. What to expect: - CEO x assistant - grumpy x sunshine - millionaire - mental health rep - cheating ex and trust issues - forced proximity - jealousy/angst (lots of it) - spicy scenes - dual POV

Book 1 of the Fall Series This story takes place after the events of Submission for Two. It is a follow-up series to the TPS series. It can be read alone, but background from Submission of Two can be helpful. FBI agent Leon Graves has been stuck on a sex trafficking case for years. He has been desperate to get in on the inside and gather evidence of what they need. He would do anything if it meant saving others from a fate worse than death, even suffering that fate himself if that it was it takes. When he puts himself undercover, he doesn't plan on his buyer's brother who is constantly there to keep an eye on him.

"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

This is book 4 to the TPS series. It takes place prior to TPS. *4th book in TPS series* MM; Completed; Book 4 in Series Each book can be read as a stand alone, but the characters will be seen again in other books. I recommend reading in order for the best experience. 18+, BDSM Luke is a college professor who is strict and follows the rules. He is a firm believer in doing what is best for his class and helping them the best he can. However, this is only when he is in the classroom. Outside of the classroom, he has been looking for a dom. Somebody who can take control, who can please him and dominate him. Humiliate him in the best of ways while respecting him outside of the bedroom. However, he has had little luck finding somebody who can manage that. That is until he meets Wes. All characters viewed in a sexual manner in this story are 18+