Publishing Deal Acquired. It's now exclusive to Galatea. A 5 chapter sample remains here. In ancient times, tribal love-making is rough! Yehseeka is determined to remain an independent warrior, refusing to surrender even when Callista chooses her to be his Queen. THEMES: Tribal Romance, Dark Romance, Warriors, Brothers, Shifters, Strong Female Lead, Shamans, Magic, 18+ A 5 chapter sample remains.

***MATURE CONTENT *** ***Rated R*** *****WARNING ******* CONTAINS: Lots of music, humor, sexy guys......SEX......sarcasm, swearing, and twists you won't see coming.... YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ~~~ They all think I'm crazy. So, why not act like I'm crazy? ~~~ After an attempted suicide, Angelina finds herself being forced to attend therapy and to throw away her last year in high school. All they want is for her to admit why she tried something so drastic but the backlash would be devastating. So she decides to torture therapist after therapist until her 18th birthday where she'll be free of it all... But she didn't forsee Gavin coming into the picture... ~~~~

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

She's the property of a King - • - After a fall from grace, Venus lost it all. She's forced into an engagement with a Rider King that's calloused both inside and out. Although she belongs to him in name and passion burns hot between them, this fiery human refuses to bow down.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

When an injured Alpha Kaden comes to my office, I do what any doctor would do and tend to his wounds. Somewhere along the light touches and eye contact, I ended flat on my back. We agreed to be friends-with-benefits. No attachments or drama, just pleasure. It should've been easy, but Alphas are greedy. Kaden got a taste of me and wants more.