When Katie visits the graveyard on Christmas Eve to visit her twin brother's grave, she meets a mysterious, yet handsome guy named Ezra. At first, she is startled, but when he tells her that he is homeless, she invites him to come spend Christmas day with her. No one deserves to be alone on Christmas. They begin to drive back to Katie's house when suddenly, the car hits a patch of ice and spins out of control. Although Katie begins to notice supernatural and strange things about him, Ezra helps her through a difficult time after the accident, as she is still processing her brother's sudden death. Soon, they begin to piece together the details of Ezra's death and realize that there is something that they should be doing. There is a purpose to why they have crossed paths. Will Katie be able to help Ezra find justice though, and could there possibly be a way to bring him back?

Astrid, a French student on a six-month internship in London, thought she had found the perfect flat. Affordable rent, charming flatmate... only one rule: never go to the second floor. Curiosity leads her into a world of ropes, gags, and secrets she never expected. A playful, suspenseful story in three parts.

"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"

"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're always so wet." Alecio slammed two fingers deep, thumb crushing my clit, fucking me hard and fast until my thighs shook. Emeric's control finally snapped, eyes molten as he locked his gaze on my pierced nipples. Seven's mouth found my neck, biting in perfect rhythm with Alecio on the other side. "Imagine my cock splitting you open while Seven fucks your mouth," Alecio growled against my skin, "and Emeric decides which hole we ruin next." ----------------------------- Five boys. One lie. No forgiveness. I lied on the stand. Not by mistake. Not under pressure. I did it on purpose, and I did it for something I wanted more than justice. A billionaire went to prison. The world moved on. I disappeared. Now I'm back. Enrolled at the same elite university his son and his best friends attend. I thought I could stay quiet. I thought if I kept my head down, the past would stay buried. I was wrong. They remember me. They know what I did. And they want revenge served cold, cruel, and up close. So they drag me into their world of power, privilege, and manipulation. They move me into their house. Watch me. Corner me. Study me like I'm just another secret to uncover. But I've kept darker things hidden than they can imagine. And the more they try to break me, the more they start to fracture. Because obsession works both ways. And none of us are walking away clean. A dark, slow-burn reverse harem where enemies blur into lovers and lies are foreplay.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢? 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸." "𝘖𝘩 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦." - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 Lilia Elise, a beautiful and talented dancer, captivates everyone with her strikingly unique appearance-two different colored eyes and bright blonde hair. Little did she know about the man who hides in her closet. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 He watches and lurks, always seeming to be where Lilia was. Like a rock in a raging river. He always found a way to control his emotions. But what happens when he finally snaps? - 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒑 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈/𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒚 + 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆

Amara must move in with her enemy Jayden Delgado, as her parents are going on a business trip for a whole year. But when they start to catch feelings, is it worth the risk? #1 abusing 12/06/25 #1 daddyissues 08/06/25 #4 onebed 08/06/25 #3 richgirl 09/06/25 EXTRACT OF BOOK 🌶️🌶️🌶️ I reached up, hands on his belt, ready to flip this moment back in my favor. He caught both my wrists mid-move, pinned them again above my head, his hips pressing into mine. "No," he said roughly. "Not tonight." He tugged his shirt over his head in one swift motion. I stared. Broad chest. Hard stomach. Tattoos across his ribs I hadn't seen before. "Like what you see?" He smirks Before I can retort, he's undoing his belt, tying my wrists with it. And for some reason unknown to me, I don't fight back. With one strong thrust, he slid inside me - slow enough to feel every inch, deep enough to punch the air from my lungs. My head tipped back with a sharp gasp. My legs locked around him instinctively. "Say it," he groaned against my throat, moving deep and slow. "Say you're mine." I shook my head, defiant even as I clung to him. He quickened his pace, hips grinding into mine with ruthless precision. My back arched, my nails dug into his belt, but I still didn't say it. "You're going to break," he whispered. "And I'm going to love every second." His pace turned punishing, powerful, relentless. My body met every thrust with equal heat, equal fury, until I was panting, shaking, teetering on the edge of something blinding. "Say it." I wanted to fight him. I wanted to win. But when my release crashed over me - hot, devastating, unstoppable - the word tore from my lips in a broken cry. "Yours." His groan was feral, raw. He followed me over the edge seconds later, pulsing inside me, hands gripping my hips like he never wanted to let go.

My name is Abby Blair. I write erotic romance. I don't practise what I preach, though. With a string of failed relationships behind me, my books are now the only passion in my life. I create fictional men, because the real men in my life often let me down. I create a woman's perfect fantasy, because my fantasy doesn't exist. My female leads luckily get what I don't. Devotion. Love. Sex... A happy ending. So when I meet Yate Sheridan at my very first book signing, he makes me question a lot of things. He is like one of my leading men, jumping out from a chapter and jumping into my real life. He is charming and wickedly sexy, with a smile that could cause a roomful of knickers to drop in an instant. There is no question; Yate is appealing. He is also a cover model...a definite no-no for me. I don't like my men to be constantly drooled over, I leave that for my readers to do with my fictional men. So, as much as I like Yate, I can never date him. I'm way too insecure to go out with a guy like him. I have a painful past regret that has chipped away at my confidence. Being with someone like Yate, would only feed those insecurities. I write about sassy, confident, and bolder than brass heroines. They are sadly, everything that I'm not. When Yate kisses me; I know that I need to walk away. I need to walk, whilst my knickers are still on and my heart is still in tact. Only he doesn't want to leave things there. After that single kiss... He wants more. I'll admit, he gets under my skin, but I don't think I can give him what he wants? Yate Sheridan, well let's just say, he has other ideas. This is our story. ***DOES CONTAIN SWEAR WORDS & SCENES OF INTIMATE AND GRAPHIC NATURE*** WRITTEN WITH HEARTS Published by K B Mallion Copyright © 2016 K B Mallion All rights reserved

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling

''I hate the way I'm a slut for you'' Him? A heartless member of the Italian mafia known for loving attention from women. Rumored to have never slept with a woman more than once. Her? Gorgeous and kind nothing like him, an intellectual woman with secrets of her own, and also the only woman he slept with more than once. Antonio Giovanni Ricci and Laura rose west are complicated, after the night on New Year they spent together they continued their intimacy although it was never more than sex. Antonio never kissed her nor held her hand and never stayed after the deed was done. She's confused and he's heartless. The deal was they could see who they want when they want no strings attached. Laura's mother was one of the best assassins before her murder, never attached to a mafia. Everyone in the streets knew her and feared her. Will her mother's existence bring these two together or push a wedge between them. mature content🤭 ps, I have re-modeled the first chapter and created mood boards for the characters so feel free to take a look:)