I gazed at him with a mischievous smile. I looked him directly in the eyes. Daring him to let go. The feeling of being the one in control felt overwhelming. Exhilarating. Empowering even. Just as I thought I had an upper hand, the words he uttered next reminded me of who I was dealing with. "Come sit on my face." *Short sexual stories are the focus of Luna Fantasies. So, if you're a sucker for these kinds of stories, you've come to the correct place. Have a fun time reading!

Deep in the Arizona desert live a girl and her dad, burying secrets--and bodies. ***** Mesa Kingston's first memory of burying a corpse was at eight years old. Back then it had been the carcass of a large lizard her dad found that they buried in the backyard of their isolated cottage. At age fourteen, the body of a young lady accompanied the reptile's remains, and ever since, an accumulation of female bodies began to grow. Now, the only way Mesa can stop the haunting screams of the dead is by drowning them out with flames. Or is there more to the blaze than even she can perceive? ***** ** Trigger warning for survivors of abuse for final chapter. ***** Copyright © 2016 by L.L. Sanders

"You were all over me, Eunice! You stripped both of us of our clothes." She looked shocked, placing her hand against her chest, her eyes dazed as if she was trying to remember last night when his now serious tone interrupted her thoughts. "Did you take any drink from any stranger at the party last night?" She gave him a bewildered look. "...and where is this question coming from? Did I come home drunk?..." She then flashed a contented smile. "...because the party was so much fun." Richard continued glaring at her. "You're certainly too naïve to be out there on your own, especially a gathering." "Hey! Don't you call me naïve or lecture me on how to live my life, I'm not the one who brings sluts home!" She fired. "You were drugged goddamnit!" He spat. "Someone in the party drugged you, spiked your drink with two different stuffs, one to knock you out, the other to heighten your sexual libido." ©All Rights Reserved.

After being trapped in a women trafficking society in the guise of a Convent and auctioned to the highest bidder, Sarah finds herself at the mercy of a Ruthless god, a mafia boss who is unfeeling and has a lust for blood but never would she have guessed that she would become his kryptonite. ★★★ "Look at me, Sarah." He appealed softly and lifted her chin with a curved finger and she reluctantly lifted her head and looked into his eyes. His head slowly descended and he captured her lips. She couldn't do anything, she just stood there and let him run his hands down her body, especially the sides. His kisses were soft and tender. The taste of liquor was still on his lips and demanding tongue and the smell of tobacco still lingered on his breath. He wrapped his arms around her slim form, bringing her body against his and kissed her deeply but passionately, running both hands up her back to under her neck to lift her full curly hair and feel the smooth texture in his palm. Despite all this, she didn't respond to him. She was rather too stunned to even return his kisses and his demanding caresses. Sensing her reluctance and her non-responsive attitude to his kisses, he stopped kissing her and stepped back.

After Evie Harper spends the day pining after her unrequited childhood crush, Harley, she drowns her sorrows in a bottle of stolen wine. But the next day, and one glorious hangover later, Harley is found with a very naked-very strangled stripper in his bed. Naturally the police assume that it's some kind of erotic play gone terribly wrong, but Harley swears that he left her alive and "orgasmically" happy when he went on the ill fated booze and condom run. And Evie knows Harley isn't a violent man. When the Chos ask her to investigate the murder, and possibly clear their son's name, she reluctantly agrees. But as Evie digs deeper into the dead woman's life she discovers that the exotic dancer had quite the past; one that involved drugs, prostitution, and gangs. Who knew the life of a stripper could get so dirty? Evie Harper Mysteries: Book 2

Evelyn's day couldn't get any worse, until a local news anchor drops dead in her café. If that weren't bad enough the police suspect her former drug dealing cousin as the culprit, and Evie's not someone who just sits by while her family's in trouble. Putting on her sleuth hat she's in a race to find the true killer; not an easy task considering the deceased was a total ass to just about everyone he knew. Was it his neglected wife, sick of the constant verbal abuse? His pretty assistant, tired of being sexually harassed on a daily basis? Or was it his brother, jealous of the success he could never find himself? Hell, maybe it's that strange new guy that's only a quarter-step from being a bum. If Evie thought today was a hot mess, she's in for ride of her life. Evie Harper Mysteries: Book 1

The twists and turns will keep your spine nicely chilled until the very end. Following the death of her mother 11-year-old Tamicka Moon and her father move from Canada to Eastlake in England, where they both struggle to come to terms with their grief. Jack Moon becomes engrossed in writing about Munford House, the estate where they are staying, while Tamicka is left to explore the house that no-one in Eastlake, save the housekeeper, Mrs Hughes, will go near. Why is everyone so afraid of the old house, and who is the spirit that offers to make everything better for Tamicka - friend or something else? When Tamicka befriends a local girl, Penny, the spirit warns her she can't be trusted, and that seems to be true when Penny's friends play a cruel trick on her; but is the spirit telling her the whole truth? And what is the dark secret of Munford House?

****NOTE: This novel is completed ... Enjoy!***** Working as a journalist at a small weekly paper in rural Idaho, Cal Murphy begins losing his big city dreams of writing for a metro paper before his passion is reignited after three high school star athletes are found dead in a 24-hour period. As he and fellow photographer Kelly Mendoza attempt to make sense of bizarre circumstances that led to the teens' deaths, Cal makes a chilling discovery, uncovering a vast conspiracy that grows darker with every twist and turn. With a mastermind determined to silence Cal and Kelly for good, the young reporters ultimately must decide if their lives are worth the risk to reveal the truth.

Aurelia, a Noble Roman woman, had heard of the savage British tribes, their mystic Celtic ways, and the battles the Roman army was fighting against them on their shores. The battles her soon-to-be Husband, Quintus Acquilla, was fighting in the name of the Eagle. But she could not have predicted that, when she crossed the ocean to be with him and fulfil the marriage contract between their families, she would be captured by a Barbarian War Lord and made to be his War Prize...

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.