"He'd pay me two grand a month to sleep with me?" "No. He'd pay you two grand a 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬." ... Maggie is a college student working as a stripper in Las Vegas when a close friend approaches her with a proposition. High-end escorting. Desperate to gain independence and pay off a variety of debts, the offer seems more than tempting. Cut off from her family and their illegally-gained wealth, she decides to make money with the only thing that is truly hers: her body. As she pursues a profession in sex work as a way to regain control of her life, her dark past comes back to haunt her, throwing quite a wrench into her plans. Maggie tries to mask her previous losses with love in its various forms. But what is the reality of finding true love when your job is getting paid to sleep with other people? ... *Frequent explicit sexual content, intended for 18+ audiences ONLY. This story is stand alone. You DO NOT need to read the first story to understand this one, but there will be a major spoiler in the second half. Please remember to vote and comment!

"Call me an assh*le all you want. It won't stop me from making you the best doctor you can be." . . . . . Naomi Reece's life was complicated long before starting her residency. As a woman of color at the beginning of her medical career, she has enough to overcome without people discovering her invisible illnesses. When her path crosses that of a pretentious and self-proclaimed "damaged" attending, Milo Corbin, complicated takes on a whole new meaning. While caring for a young patient named Grace, Naomi and Milo find out they have more in common than previously thought. As they attempt to save Grace's life, they start to realize it is Grace who may save them both. . . . . . Trigger warnings: The story revolves around serious illnesses and contains mature content including language, sexual situations, and other difficult themes. Intended for mature audiences only. ©2020 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from. I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with. But there are all the witty comebacks, the unplanned meetings at the bar, the rides on his motorcycle, all the laughs we share before the morning ... It does something to both of us. It changes us to the extent where we suddenly can't live without all of this. He is not a good guy. He's as bad as it gets. But he's perfect for me. I want to believe our story is a modern fairy tale with a more realistic ending. You won't get the princess-prince bullshit from me. You'll get it how it is with no sugar-coating. I was no princess and he was no prince, yet we still had something beautiful going on. For a while, at least.

Aftertaste, noun Af·ter·taste : persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or an emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone There was once a time she was running away from her life, from people, from everything and everyone; running as far as she could. Now, she's running towards it. She's running towards happiness. Towards love. Towards him. She got to experience a different life. With him. She got the taste of being with him. Now this is the aftertaste; the taste that lingers afterwards. This is what it's like to be loved by Sin.

ʻʻWhat's forbidden is always the sweetest.ʼʼ This is a story where you're going to hate him. You might even hate her. The two people who are doing something very wrong in other people's eyes, but to them it's the most right thing they've ever done. He consumes her whole. He's a bastard and she hates him at times. But there's a thin line between hate and love. And she can't help herself but fall in love with him. Even if her love should never happen, even if she loves the man she should never have. He's not the man for her, she's not the woman for him. Yet they still let themselves get sucked into the depth of forbidden pleasures.

She wants to escape it all. She runs from it. She gets a chance to leave it all behind. And she does, without thinking twice. Gabrielle leaves France, her home country, when she finds an offer to babysit in London. She doesn't have a lot of experience with kids, but she's willing to do whatever it takes to just disappear from the world she somehow got sucked into. She comes to a rich family, who has a daughter and a son. She gets a big surprise when she arrives there. The little girl might be little indeed, but the son is nothing like she expected. He's all tall and broad with tattoos marking almost every inch of his skin. And he screams bad news. Alexander shows he doesn't like Gabrielle from the first time he sees her. However, they somehow just can't ignore each other as much as they'd like to, even though Alexander told Gabrielle to never involve in his business. But her being stubborn and fearless, she quickly finds out why people call him 'Sin.' *WARNING! This story contains a strong language and violence.* *The Literary Awards 2017 winner Cover by @ForeverIsland

After 10 years of not seeing him, Katarina still adored Dominic Bianchi her brother's best friend, even though Dominic only saw her as a little girl, a sister that was nothing more than family without blood ties. When Dom finally does return home will he be able to resist a now full grown ferocious Kat or will his past and her present destroy any chances they ever stood of being together? With sex, lies, and secrets is it possible this couple never really stood a chance in the first place? Cover by -alecias

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS CAPTIVE OF HIS BED. IT WILL BE REWRITTEN UNDER A DIFFERENT PEN NAME WITH A NEW PEN NAME A A DIFFERENT PLOT. When Emilie catches her boyfriend of three years cheating on her, it sets in motion the cataclysm for her to explore her darkest, deepest fantasies. In a realm where lust knows no bounds, Asher Corvington, the Devil of Manhattan and Connor Hill, the Playboy Baron emerge as the enigmatic figures of her sexual awakening. Soon, Emilie finds herself working with Asher to reform his public image after a toxic leak at one of his manufacturing plants leads to a massive environmental disaster. But amidst the glitter and wealth of the upper echelons of Manhattan, where every whispered secret is a currency of power, Emilie is aware that should her plunge into a world of decadent pleasure become public knowledge it could unravel the carefully cultivated "good girl" façade she's worn for years. The two men she shares filthy nights with could be her ruin. A PR princess... A Devil... And a filthy Baron what could go wrong?

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.