"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

Abigail never believed in aliens. She always skipped passed the news articles and TV shows that podcasted their existence. Working on a ranch the thoughts never cross her mind about what lies beyond the night sky. Until one night she's taken. Zihers is a head warrior on Nastruapra, a distance planet outside of the Milky Way Galaxy. Like most of his kind, emotions are not common and often brushed off. His entire life is dedicated to his work, protecting his district through violence. In a world were humans as viewed as subservient, how will a emotionless alien react to a human suddenly sparking foreign feelings? ** I kept my mouth on hers as my hand ran down the side of her body. There was a soft curve to it. I followed until I got to her thigh, hiking it up so she pressed against my Diji again. She gasped. I moved my hand back up to the V on her suit. My rough movement and her desperation had made her breast push out more. I ached to run my tongue over them. With one hand I started popping open the pins. In her mind she stalled. She was so consumed by her desire she didn't register our position till now. And as I started undressing her she was wondering if she wanted to go this far. Her head spun, trying to decided what was the right decision and what was desired filled. I pulled my mouth from hers, kissing across her jawline until I reached her ear. "Come on Yi fling, don't get shy on me now," I muttered. I ran my pointed tongue along her pulse. A shaky sigh escaped her lips as her fingers fisted my suit. My body buzzed with her reaction. I kissed harshly right below her ear drawing a soft moan. My fingers moved to open another pin, her breast pushing the material further due to the lack of tension. I grazed the curve of her breast to reach the next pin.

"One kiss won't hurt, right? Just one, I promise" He whispered holding my face. "It's wrong" I said. I knew I was just lying to myself. "I've waited so long for one kiss" He whispered his lips a breath away from mine. "When you left I thought I meant nothing to you. You can't do this to me now" I said feeling vulnerable. "I'll show you just how much you mean to me"

Kinsley Wright didn't come from money, but her friendship with Mafia princess, Adriana Romano, flung her into a lavish world that was luxurious and intimidating all wrapped into one. When she gains the attention of wealthy mafia bad boys, Dane Moretti and Tyson Santoro, her world is knocked off it's axis and seems to stop turning all together. As her feelings grow for both deliciously dangerous men, Kinsley feels forced to choose between them, but what if she doesn't have to? What if they are ready and willing to share her...to make her theirs?

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

Heather has lived her entire life believing her mother is crazy. She doesn't believe the stories that were told to her as a child, the stories about men descending from the sky to take her. She rejects the false narratives and tries to help her mother the best she can even if that means constantly moving and preparing for the men to come back. She doesn't envision a life beyond this, never expected to leave her mother until she is forced to in the most unexpected way. When the men from the sky take her instead. *** It was a short debate but enough to push me over the edge. Pher was right. I was making this too difficult. I should just do it. I had been fighting myself on this for too long. I didn't care what he was, I wanted this. I stared at his lips as he spoke, my own tingling in response. "I could show you that if you wanted. Most of the other things you can do are outside of the esta-" I pushed up on my toes and crashed my mouth to his. My actions were unexpected and rushed. I could tell by his reaction. He reared back but not enough to separate us. His hand flashing to my arm to still us and then he froze. I thought for a second, based on his lack of response, I had picked the wrong time. Or maybe he had changed his mind from two days ago. I went to pull away, flushing lightly with embarrassment. I didn't get to disconnect our lips before he unfroze and reacted. His grip tightened, his other one going to my hair to hold my head in place as he kissed me back with more intent than I even had started with. My body flushed for a different reason now.

When Odette is attacked in her hometown by supernatural forces she is forced to flee across the country. Searching for a new city with no monsters under her bed she settles in a small seaside village. She believes she has found a new safe place, not realizing she moved to the same town her Lycan mate inhabits. Silas is a Lycan who lives within a normal werewolf pack. He spends his time running the Alphas warriors thinking he won't ever find his mate. Discovering her during his shift wasn't something he expected, but he'll do anything it takes to make her his.

"Uhm.. Sir? Can I help you?" I mumble while staring at him. He breaks out into a huge grin, the kind of grin you see on little kids when they get their favorite toy. He reaches out to me, and I start to fall backwards trying to move away. He latches onto my elbow, pulling me into his chest. He inhales deeply, mumbling something I can't hear. Before everything goes black. "This is turning into a good night after all.." ------------------------------------------------------- This is a dark horror romance about a young woman named Layla. Trying to escape her past, she flees to another city, hoping for a fresh start. Little does she know, that was her biggest mistake. That is where he sees her for the first time. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. His murderous obsession for her knows no bounds. What will she do when she finds herself trapped in his clutches?

*COMPLETE* [𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] A Dark Stalker Romance 🔪 ❤︎ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 (Masked Lovers Series #1) I leaned in closer, my masked face inches from hers. ❝You're mine now,❝ I whispered, my voice a sinister hiss. ❝There's no escaping me.❝ - Ghostface My tormentor. My stalker. The one who watches me, who knows my every move before I even make it. The truth? It's never what you think it is. But I didn't realize that not until he decided to show me just how twisted things could really get. I never asked for this, but somehow, I ended up here, bound by his dark, relentless torment. I can't escape it. I can't escape him. Ghostface isn't just a name. He's a presence, a shadow that consumes everything in its path especially me. He thrives on this torment, this twisted arrangement we have. He enjoys watching me fall apart, enjoys seeing me struggle with the fear and desire battling inside me. There's no escape. Not for me. Not for him. He's stolen me, and like any good thief, he won't give me back. He won't let me go. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want him to. Highest Rankings! #1 in serialkiller (3/12/2024) #1 in playlist (4/4/2024) #3 in eroticromance (4/7/2024) #1 in Tormentor (4/16/24) #3 in Psychopath (4/16/24) #2 in maskedman (4/22/24) #3 in explicitcontent (7/16/24)

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN