Behind the Barrier, Jillian's life is tidy enough: follow orders, keep the illusion of peace intact-and, in theory, fix her personal life, which remains an ongoing disaster. That is, until things stop making sense-and she starts recognizing faces she's never met. Her job? Eliminate the creatures that slip through from the Astral. Easy enough-until one of them, a charming bastard who calls himself a Wishmaster, starts slipping into her dreams and peeling back her defenses like he's done it before. Maybe he has. Then there's her new partner: engineered by OptiMate to be her perfect match, tailored to her needs with unsettling precision, and wearing a face that feels just a little too familiar. And maybe that's not a coincidence either. As reality unravels and memories begin surfacing in all the wrong places, Jillian starts to wonder if the real threat isn't what lurks beyond the Barrier-but what's already rewriting her from the inside. A blend of sharp-edged romance, warped memory, and twisted magic-for readers who love stories where love feels wrong, the past refuses to stay buried, and the truth hits like a sucker punch.

INSPIRED BY REAL LIFE EVENTS DRAMATIZED by the author. ⚠️ Content Warning: This book contains scenes of physical and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Hailee had it all - a charming husband, a picturesque marriage, and a life most would envy. But behind the curated perfection was a woman silently drowning. Years of emotional neglect, controlling compromises, and one devastating proposition shattered her trust: an open marriage, his idea, never hers. Then came Stiles - magnetic, powerful, and everything Sam wasn't. What began as a reckless escape ignites into an all-consuming affair, one that blurs the lines between love, lust, and liberation. With Stiles, Hailee finds herself seen, touched, and wanted in ways that feel dangerously real. But the truth doesn't stay hidden for long. And as her two worlds collide, Hailee must confront the wreckage of her choices, the ghosts of her loyalty, and the terrifying freedom of finally choosing herself. Untamed Affair is a passionate, heart-wrenching tale of betrayal, desire, and rediscovery, it is a gripping exploration of what happens when a woman dares to choose herself. Raw, seductive, and emotionally riveting. This story is inspired by stories of many people I've met in my life. This is dramatized, so most of it is not real. STILES is loosely based on a man I interviewed who was in a similar predicament as the character. HAILEE is a collection of many different stories told to me by women and their experiences in marriage and relationships. SAM is another collection of many men with similar traits that women have shared with me.

TEASER: "No fiancée of mine needs to learn how to fight." His breath flows upon the prickling skin of my neck. I close my eyes, involuntarily shuddering in response. "All you need to know how to do is satisfy me." "How exactly am I supposed to satisfy you?" The answer to such a question is obvious, yet, like the idiot I am, I still asked him. "Blood...and of course, other means." BLURB: When college student Cyra finds her life falling apart after a brutal breakup, she wishes for an escape-only to awaken in a realm filled with sword-wielding vampires, deadly elves, and more fantastical creatures. Unfortunately for Cyra, she's been chosen to marry a powerful vampire prince... and kill him. Trapped between survival and a dagger with a destiny, she must navigate a world where fairytales come soaked in blood, sarcasm, and forbidden attraction. WARNING: This story contains scenes involving sexual assault/harassment. The chapters containing these potentially triggering subjects all have warnings at the start of them! Please read at your own discretion! RANKINGS: ⭐️#3 in adult - 12/28/23 ⭐️#9 in werewolf - 12/28/23 ⭐️ #4 in mature audience - 4/2/24 ⭐️ #1 in werewolfandvampire -5/27/24 ⭐️ #10 in unrequitedlove - 8/2/24 ⭐️ #1 in adultsituations - 8/5/24 ⭐️ #10 in -romance - 1/4/25 ⭐️ #7 in -romance - 3/18/25 ⭐️ #8 in vampireromance - 5/14/25 ⭐️ #4 in -romance - 9/25/25

What happens when the Greek god of dreams grows tired of his job? Easy. He trains his replacement so he can finally quit. But on a routine dream inspection, Morpheus runs into Gwen-Stacey Reynolds, a regular mortal whose dreams are anything but, and like her dreams, Gwen-Stacey is funny, outrageous, and has the uncanny ability to see right through him. Morpheus will spend his final days with Gwen-Stacey and in her dreams, he'll discover what he's been missing all this time. Dreams may not be reality, but this jaded dream god is about to find out that true love can find you anywhere...even in your dreams. **Copyrighted Material: God of My Dreams (Formerly titled: I Only Date Superheroes) Copyright © Wendy Nelson 2012 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. ***All images, videos, photos, superhero and movie characters belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement or violation is intended by their use.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.