R-Rated story - for mature audience only. Leila is rich, beautiful, smart and wanted by both men and the police. She is used to getting want she wants, when she wants. But when she meets her mate - a shy, scarred girl from England - she is upset to find out she has to share her with someone else. But her mate's other mate, is also a little bit tempting... (girl x boy x girl) Part of Saxondale Series - don't need to have read other stories

This is a book full of different fantasies and desires, designed and written to please anyone and everyone. Some are romantic, some are dangerous - hopefully one is to your liking~ Read at your own risk~ (For my fellow fans, I am aware that I had a book and it did hold some good one shots. Unfortunately, either the book was removed, or I accidentally deleted it. However, I do hope that this will satisfy you guys and should be much better than before.)

Her Master held up strong leather cuffs and a chain, a knowing smirk full of mischief streaking across his face as she lay there, her body both exposed and screaming defiance. "Come here, Sabrina. You've been a very naughty kitty, and you need to be punished badly." ********** Parker thought he had it all. Good looks, money, fame, and, not to mention the countless streams of women seeking his affection. But he wasn't after a relationship. He was looking for someone he could trust, someone he could dominate as his little kitten. And he just might have found the perfect partner. Sabrina. She's gorgeous, she's blonde, she's witty, she's the perfect size for Parker. That first night on the club where he met her, the way she begged for attention, he had to taste her, have her. He had to make her his, and only his. But Sabrina is trouble. Her stubbornness is a problem. Still, all good things come from the challenges. And Parker craved a challenge. He craved to make her, his.

*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...

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake