BOOK 2 of the Alpha Charming Series. Nel knew the moment she stumbled upon the naked werewolf in the kitchen, her life would become both significantly more interesting...and utterly more complicated. ***** Chanel Leroy may seem like your average, smalltown woman running her own bistro and catering business, but she carries a deep, dark secret that's haunted her since childhood: She's a werewolf who can't shift. After suffering rejection from her mate and disappointing her alpha father once more, she finally decided to pursue her happiness among the humans. After traveling Europe for years, Nel planted her roots in Direfair, a small village in Scotland, where she opened her own business. But she never anticipated being booked to cater for the upcoming wedding of the year: The wedding of Rheon Balfour and Ashlyn Grace. And she certainly never anticipated stumbling upon a naked man in the kitchen on her very first night at the castle - or for the impossible to happen. That he is her mate. Despite getting a second chance at love, Nel feared that her inability to shift would lead to another rejection, thus forcing her to keep her secret to herself. Unless a deal she made in the past could help fix her problem. A deal she made with a witch.

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

Angelina's life took a turn when she left her father's country for New York City because of a scholarship she received. With her drowning in her self-insecurities and anxieties about being a curvaceous biracial. Nathaniel, one of the eligible bachelors in the State with a killer smiling face and body. The sole heir to his family's companies and a loyal fiance to his girlfriend. His fiance left him on his wedding day with a breakup letter. Due to the paparazzi and public eyes, he needed a replacement. #notyourtypicalbwwmbook

I promised to take care of him until he didn't need me anymore. I made a mistake. I was twenty-two. Just a broke artist with a pair of scissors and a flashlight, hired to be his nanny. I did my best. I built him a sky out of cardboard boxes. I held his hand when the thunder was too loud. I taught him that he didn't have to be alone in the dark. But children grow up. And Silas Vane grew up... different. As the years passed, I started noticing things I couldn't explain. My dates getting cancelled. My debts mysteriously paid off. The feeling of eyes watching me while I slept. I thought I was raising a lonely boy. I didn't realize I was becoming the center of a dangerous obsession. Now, he is a man. A genius who controls everything around him. And he has finally solved the only equation that matters: How to keep me forever.

"What are you doing to me, Mila?" He asks against my neck. - "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks softly. I want to kiss you. I don't break eye contact as I ask. "Like what?" She stays quiet for a second, and then looks away from my gaze, like she was afraid to see my reaction to what she was about to say. "Like this is real.." - 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚 is a single mother trying her hardest to provide for her kids, after a one-night stand five years ago Mila was left with one of the biggest responsibilities of her life, at only 18 she hooked up and got pregnant by a guy whose name she didn't even know, what happens when five years later the two reunite and their mutual attraction ignites once again, only this time, stronger. 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 was a busy man, he had a mafia to run and it didn't help that his father was always breathing down his neck to find a bride to marry so he could have an heir to his not so glorious throne, deciding to satisfy his dads orders he sends out his men to find him a bride, what happens when the women he's faced with happens to the the women that has put an imprint in his mind for the past five years, the women who has left him with more then a memory and a hangover. Five years later, when they encounter each other again, his life and hers are thrown into chaos as they find themselves forced to confront the unexpected consequences of that one night. In this intense and emotionally charged story, two lives, two worlds, and two souls collide, and nothing will ever be the same again. ©️𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story: I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten years now, and these things, you just don't overlook. I've known my best friend since we were fifteen. We've lived together since we were sixteen. It's hard not to see the changes in someone when you see them every day, every night. But he seems to believe that he's had me fooled. But that's alright. I had my own secret too. I was in love with my mobster best friend. A/N: This is a story of a romance between three men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #1 in malexmale #1 in gay #1 in threesome #2 in hurt #9 in comfort

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino I gasp into his mouth, my hands fisting in his soaked shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer and needing to feel every inch of him against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, my knees going weak. But he doesn't let me fall. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, grounding me, anchoring me to him. The rain pours down around us, but all I feel is heat, his body pressed against mine and his hands in my hair, on my back, everywhere. When he finally pulls back, we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together. "You're mine" he murmurs, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it." "I'm yours" I whisper. "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aaron." Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

Avery and Andrew have been best friends since middle school; they're close. But they're about to get a whole lot closer when paired up for the project like no other: the baby project.

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?