"It's like he's a different breed of werewolf. Something... beyond us." • • • Adrienne Gage has spent her entire life being shunned and punished for her mouthy attitude, and being loyal to a pack which doesn't deserve her loyalty. It's been a year since her last punishment, and she's been walking on eggshells to keep herself in the clear. But now, that's all being threatened to be taken away if she doesn't abide by what the Alpha's son wants; and that's her as his Luna. At the same time, terrified whispers are circulating around. Mentions of a tyrant Alpha looking for a new pack to conquer. Adrienne thinks nothing of everyone else's paranoia. That is until she finds herself half conscious and being dragged away deeper into the woods with canines around her neck. Highest Ranking #1 in Paranormal Highest Ranking #1 in Werewolf Highest Ranking #1 in Romance Cover made by @Silverless COMPLETED

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

Enslavement was sudden and forced for Chyronex, who is the sole Moon Priestess of Swendula. Within her Moon Tower, the insufferable warlord has deemed her residence is now his and she is his war prize. It would be a simple tale of slave fighting against master, but her warlord holds many secrets behind his carefully chosen words. Later, when the King arrives after months waiting, Chyronex will soon find out the real purpose of her enslavement. Unfortunately, Chyronex will only learn her true nature while everyone around her tries to control it. Overtime, as she realises the power she holds inside her soul, she will have to choose risking everything fighting for her beliefs. The smart way to do so is staying quiet and obedient until the moment is just right... and even then, she'll have to prepare for the consequences of fighting back. A warlord, a prisoner, an insane witch and a King will be a part of the tightrope Chyronex has to navigate, in search of her true identity. *Fantasy/Romance/BDSM/Magic/* Draconess Series. Chyronex Vol 1. is also published as an ebook on Amazon for $2.99 USD.

**WINNER of The People's Choice Watty Award** Finn Harlow met his soulmate in kindergarten, but fate wasn't kind and she ended up marring his best friend. After years of watching in silent agony, he's certain he's met a girl who can finally mend his broken heart--until he finds her in the arms of her lover. In walks Holden Drake; dark, mysterious, and dripping in confidence. All the things Finn wishes he was. He promises to turn Finn into a modern-day Casanova and offers a guarantee that no woman will leave Finn again. But something about Holden doesn't seem right and the deeper Finn pries, the more he stumbles into a world of sex and scandal, leaving him forced to decide if he will risk it all to chase his first love, or succumb to the invitation and join Holden's club.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"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...

Artemis Rhodes had been working a shift at her minimum-wage waitressing job when two unfairly attractive patrons handed her a flyer inscribed with only a phone number. They told her a better job awaited her, and they left a generous tip. A promise. An English degree and school debt equivalent to half a house haunted Artemis more than any real ghost she'd never seen. After all, as an over-qualified waitress with her rented room in the city, alone, watching Netflix, ghosts were rarely a problem, but bills were downright damning. At least, until she dialed the number and spoke to Michelle, an owner of two businesses: ghost-hunting, and The Secret Hotel, an upscale companion service that catered privately to actors, politicians, entrepreneurs, and anyone with money. The two men Artemis served were not only part of the ghost-hunting team, but also companions. The job of Michelle's personal assistant would end the fear of bills, but bring the supernatural into her life like never before, beginning with an illegally kept ghost named Skylar who protected the companions from ill-mannered clientele. As an Empath, every sound and every glimpse of naked flesh, even the sensation of lust in the air, consumes her. But she can also connect with ghosts and become a prime member of the hunting team. She has a chance to conquer her fears of the world, of herself, and to let others conquer her in ways she never knew she wanted-as long as they survive their ghost-hunting missions. (For ages 18+. Contains mature content.) ♦ Completed! ♦ [Copyright © 2015 Sarah Godfrey & Victoria DeRubeis] Check back on our Tumblr for updates on the sequel: http://sarahandvictoria.tumblr.com/ Or just check out our Secret Hotel tag for other art and things: http://sarahandvictoria.tumblr.com/tagged/the+secret+hotel Also, check out the super sweet swag store where you can get original art on fancy things like mugs and bags and shirts: http://www.redbubble.com/people/sandv

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.

"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.