When a scandal forces hockey star Amelia Bennett into a fake relationship with guarded photographer Harper Lane, neither expects the headlines, or the feelings, that follow. What starts as a PR stunt begins to spark into something real, threatening to expose more than just their hearts. *** She's the world's best hockey player. She's a heartbroken photographer with nowhere else to go. And they were never supposed to fall in love. At 24, Amelia Bennett is the most talented hockey player on the planet-chaotic, impulsive, and the last Bennett standing without a ring on her finger. After a very public scandal threatens her sponsorships and reputation, the team's PR crisis plan is simple: clean up her image fast. Step one? A fake relationship. Something that should be easy, right? Harper Lane has no interest in fame, or falling for another golden boy-or girl-with a spotlight stitched into their skin. After catching her long-term boyfriend cheating, she's sworn off chaos and charm. But when her best friend Audrey begs her to stay with Millie temporarily, Harper finds herself in the middle of a media storm-and somehow agreeing to pretend to be Millie Bennett's girlfriend. It's only for the cameras. Just long enough to fix Millie's image. Just enough to keep Harper's ex boyfriend off her back. But fake smiles turn into real moments. Cold shoulders warm under shared blankets. And the girl Harper was warned about-the reckless, beautiful mess, is nothing like the one who makes her tea when she's anxious and kisses her like she means it. In a house built on secrets, one accidental love story is about to make headlines.

Ever since Madelyn chose herself her life turned into a roller coaster. She struggled for a while considering she had her daughter and no one else. Five years down the road Madelyn is living her best life. She is living in London and has an amazing job that she started from scratch but worked its way up to the top. She isn't exactly rich but she has a beautiful house where she and her daughter Marie live. One night at a dinner party that her friend invited her to, she sees someone from her past that she misses more than she thought. Not only that, but just as her life was going great, a few days later Skylar and Melanie show up and things go back to the way they were five years ago. What happens when Skylar and Melanie want to be in Marie's life?

26-year-old Madelyn Cooper is a simple girl. Normal if anything. She has a stable job, a nice home, and good friends. Her job is like her favorite place to be and she loves it more than life itself but she soon finds out she is the only one who feels that way. Madelyn gets special treatment from her boss. 37-year-old Skylar Royal is a high-up woman. She gets what she wants and has the respect from everyone. She is happily married and yet she is attracted to one of the many people who work for her. And she doesn't feel guilty one bit about it. 36-year-old Melanie Royal. Happily married to Skylar but yet is attracted to her wife's assistant and is jealous that her wife gets to spend the day with her. What happens when Skylar and Melanie take their shot at Madelyn?

"What is your problem?!" I yelled back. She is starting to piss me off with these damn mood swings and it's messing with my head. "Excuse me." She snarled as she walked up to me. "I don't know who messed you up this damn badly but whoever it is needs to be put in jail, because the way you treat people is not fucking acceptable. None of us have done anything to you and yet you are acting like we ruin your life. I just-" I didn't even have time to finish because a hand was on my throat and my back was against the wall, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine. I was so lost but at the same time content. She put her hands on my waist and dug her nails into me. My hands went into her dark hair and she lifted my right leg and pressed herself against me. I felt something touch my center and that's when I realized what it was. I moaned as I pictured what it would feel like inside me. Her lips moved down to my neck and with no time she was biting down on it leaving marks. Her lips found my soft spot and started sucking on it. I felt my center start to throb as I tried to bring her closer to me, but just as I started to rock my hips against her, she put her hand back on my neck and tightened it. My lust was very high right now and as I looked into her eyes I knew hers was too. "Get the hell out." She lowly growled at me. ******* What happens when a little fun game becomes more and someone starts to get possessive?

The Empress of the East was known to be cruel, heartless, and just pure evil woman. She'll kill anyone over the smallest mistake and go to war if you annoy her. She was the most feared and dangerous woman in history that had everything a man could want plus more. But, a little fox from a neighboring Kingdom caught her eye and now this Empress will stop at nothing to have that little fox as hers. Until a ring is on her finger. No matter what.

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller

Sequel to Burn The Devil A single creak of a leaf makes my body jolt up in fear. My body freezes once my eyes travel over the top of Genevieve's tombstone, Carmilla's body is leaned against the willow tree in the distance. A shiver slithers down my spine as our eyes meet. Her once pale skin is now painted in a bronze glow. Can you tan in hell? It would make sense. Her body is still shaped so godly, her skin wrapped in a light gray suit, accompanied by a brown trench coat. She's not real, Jane, snap out of it. But she's still there. Carmilla's head tilts slightly with her famous smile, her hand slowly lifts and moves in a greeting motion. I always see her in my dreams - or should I say nightmares, but this is the first time I'm seeing her so clearly. She feels so real. The way her eyes wrinkle ever so slightly when her top lip raises to the sides makes me shudder. I want her to leave. I want this horrible hallucination to disappear. My body slowly retreats away from Genevieve's tomb as I spin my body into the direction of the exit. I'm not taking any chances, just in case she's real and I'm not losing my mind.

"You don't want me to fuck you then?" She whispers, pulling me forward as her thigh presses against my core. "I need to find someone my own age" I whisper back, biting my lip to hide the moan that's trying to escape as she grinds her thigh on me. "Firstly, no one your age can fuck you like I do, let's get that straight, and second." Carmilla places her palm on Jane's bra, forcing a moan out of her. "Don't deny me of hearing your moans, Mon amour, or I'll have you bent over this desk before your pretty little mind can come up with an excuse" This is smutty, I can't lie. This book is not vanilla one bit, so be aware! lesbian thriller mafia kidnapping 18+ trigger warning: mention of rape violence blood torture weapons Some scenes depict heavy mentions of violence, viewer discretion is advised

Blaze is a hybrid, part wolf and part vampire, she's been treated unfairly all her life. Her pack abused her for being an omega and for being the reason of the Luna's death. One day she decided it was enough and left to the human world, away from the pain and away from the abuse. First night in the city, she wanted to go to a night club to drink her sorrow away has lead her to meet, not one, but two women who'll change her life forever.

"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especially with me bent over her desk with my hands held behind my back. "Oh so this..." she trailed off, suddenly running her fingers along my damp underwear, "Is all for someone else?" I drew in a deep breath, feeling the needy ache between my legs grow as she caressed her fingers back and forth against my covered core. "Anyone else," I forced out tightly. ♤ There's a delicate balance between law and order. And Milena Azhari fought ruthlessly for that balance as a defense lawyer, who is on the brink of achieving her lifelong dream... Making partner at her law firm. But she quickly gets lured off track, dipping deeper into the criminal world she once assumed she understood, until it all crumbles away from the surface. Milena's number one priority was always her family, but that quickly lands her face-to-face with her demons and the corruption that binds them. How far is she willing to go for her family? More importantly... how far is she willing to blur the lines of everything she once fought so hard for?