A man begins an affair with his sons' girlfriend. Through both of their points of view, the affair gradually progresses into something altogether different. When they realize they're falling in love will they stop? Or continue further into their affair despite their feelings? _____ [PREVIEW] You didn't have to come." "I know that." "So why did you?" "To tell you to stop calling me, to stop bothering me. I have a wife and I'm happily married." It sounds so stupid coming out of my mouth because I know that's a fucking lie... _____ WARNING: Contains strong and graphic sexual situations.

"The Stripper and the Mob Boss" ❦ A sickness of Anastasia's sister leads her towards a huge debt. When her friend comes to her with a solution that would make her go from rags to riches, Anastasia immediately accepts even if that meant stripping. Everything was running smoothly until she was met with the scary notorious mafia leader, Valentino Romano. Valentino was a man with no emotion, but when he was met with Anastasia, he knew that he wanted the blonde gorgeous stripper---at no matter what costs. ❦ "You're not allowed to touch me. It's against Mr. Romano's rules," she said, her back towards him. Her long legs were on full display with her high black heels only making them appear longer. "You must be new. What's your name?" He chuckled out, licking his lips. Valentino grabbed her hips, turning her towards him as his eyes settled on her breasts. Slowly, his eyes trailed up to meet her eyes. "Anastasia. Who are you?" she asked, fear clear in her eyes as she stared. He smirked. "Mr. Romano. Now, open your legs."

"So... you don't tutor, huh?" • • • Fate has a funny way of being a bitch. Cassandra Berry thought she was done with a certain mathematical genius, after having just spent one whole summer in his alluring, pleasurable company. When time ran out and reality snapped back, however, all she was left with was a broken heart and a scholarship to a prestigious college. Now, months later, the last person Cassandra expected to walk into her college was the very same man she left behind last summer. The same man who swore on one solemn thing in his life; that he would never tutor. The same man now destined to be her new professor. As time progresses and schemes, secrets, and old friends and foes alike come out to play, it wasn't hard to predict that things other than numbers wouldn't add up. - Even to a mathematical genius. *This book is a sequel to The Mathematician and cannot be read as a stand-alone. But whatever, it's up to you, do what you want.

Madelyn Waters, eighteen, is not your typical high schooler. With a secret manipulative ability, as well as being charismatic and extremely promiscuous, she finds herself lost in a never-ending infatuation with older men. All of that stays in tact until her eyes fall upon a man with a daughter near her age, one in which she befriends to get closer to her main goal. She is willing to test her morals to no extent in order to have this man, while unintentionally discovering that buried deep within her soul is a girl who simply wants to be loved. She learns of love, rejection, and most of all, she discovers herself, while also igniting an illicit affair.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

Who knows what an elevator ride with a dangerously sexy man can do to your heart. Meeting charmers was a part of Nora's daily life. But never in a million years had she imagined meeting someone like 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Dangerous and tempting, dominating and powerful, Nora is drawn to him like a magnet. There's an undeniable pull and wicked chemistry between them that she can't explain, and she's fascinated. Well, fortunately for her, billionaires love strong and seductive women. In 𝘢𝘯𝘥 out of bed. No Lies Cover: happypappyme ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2021 happypappyme

[Editing] He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

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.