"My final letters, were they read? Or were they written in vain?" Although born in France, Juliette Villeneuve often spent her childhood summers in London. With the passing of each summer, her adoration for a certain Bridgerton boy grew. During their months apart, the two would exchange lively letters. That is until a family tragedy kept Juliette from returning to London. Soon after, the letters to Juliette abruptly halted. Three years later, Juliette returns to London in midst of the social season, in search of a dear husband. Despite her efforts, she could not rid herself of Anthony Bridgerton and the bitterness that closely followed. Anthony Bridgerton was a demon that plagued her dreams as well as her reality. BRIDGERTON FANFICTION Anthony Bridgerton x OC [COMPLETED] 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝:

*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] "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]

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

Sierra Lancaster has had an agonizingly mediocre life. She grew up in a happy home, made loyal friends, graduated college, and is now pursuing her dream of running her own bakery. Boring, right? A story like this wouldn't be one for the books. At least not until you bring a hot neighbour into the mix. A tall, brooding, shredded (like, wash your clothes on those abs shredded), and wildly successful sports agent. Interested yet? It gets better. Said neighbour isn't just a rando, but Sierra's childhood nemesis that made her formerly chubby days a living hell. Now we're talking, aren't we? Holden Rey has always been the golden boy. Holden...golden...you following? You'd think the bitchy universe would do its job and throw some karma his way but to no avail. Not only has he got it all, but he knows it too. He also still has it out for Sierra and resumes being a jack-ass of epic proportions (and his ass ain't his only epic proportion) as soon as he realizes who the new girl next door is. It's the same old story with these two except this time, there's unwilling attraction and sexual tension underneath all the hate. Is it just lust or does the bitchy universe actually have a plan? So maybe this story is one for the books after all. *A hilarious, enemies-to-lovers, romantic standalone. Rated 18+ due to mature content. All rights reserved to TheFeveredBookaholic.*

[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."

[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]

Is the phrase "Opposites attract" right? Maybe... But not for Sophia Mackenzie and Damon Blake. The phrase for them is more like "The opposite of attraction" Ever since the fourth grade Damon and Sophia have been sworn enemies. Now it's senior year and they're still throwing insult after insult at each other. Everyone knows that when they're in the same room all hell will break loose. Even the teachers knew not to put them in the same class. All but one. Everyone said Damon and Sophia being in the same class for a year would be a disaster waiting to happen. What they didn't expect was for them to grow closer than ever. COVER MADE BY @angelicapascoe check out her work she's amazing!!

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

**MATURE CONTENT** (Smut alert!) She felt herself lean back into him and he didn't move. "You've been avoiding me, Granger, I've missed you," he told her, his voice barely audible. She swallowed as his hand went around her waist and he brushed his lips along her heated skin. She let out a low sultry moan before she answered, "People don't miss their mistakes, Draco"