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He calls himself the Prince. He is humanoid but not human--fascinating, sensual, at the cusp of maturity, and accustomed to getting what he wants. And Lydia has awoken in his world to find that she has been given to him--as a pet, a plaything, and, if he so desires, a lover. As Lydia comes to realize that the Prince is as much a prisoner to his culture's ways as she is, her resentment slowly unfurls into pity, understanding, curiosity, and a deep, unpredictable, consuming lust. She wants him too, on her own terms. But in a world fraught with hidden dangers, her terms are not open for discussion, not when their thirst for one another could doom them both. In a court where monarchs are obeyed and sexual hierarchies are strict, one wrong move could end the Prince for ever... and what would happen to Lydia then? * This novel was originally published by Circlet Press in 2015 under the pseudonym Peggy Barnett. This novel is erotica, so please read at your own discretion. Visit www.jmfrey.net for more of my work. Cover by Archia.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

***This short story will be partially removed on 9/14/2020! It is being made into a full length novel series which will be available for purchase starting January 2021.*** Devin needs a job, and fast. Let go from a string of positions, everything hangs on the balance of one newspaper clipping. Dancers and waitresses wanted. Wicked, one of the hottest clubs in town, caters to an illusion she doesn't think she can sell, but she's desperate. Jumping at the chance, she's intent on making an impression the night before the interview. Everything goes as wrong as it could. Now she's caught up in an Alpha's game, playing into his every move. He's demanding more than she's ever given and leaving her no choice. Everything is hanging in the balance. How far is she willing to let her desperation take her? This is a short story and is complete Original photo for cover by Emiliano Vittoriosi on Unsplash

In the near future, humankind has mastered the arts of peace, tolerance, and acceptance. At least, that's what we claim. But then they arrive. Aliens--the last of a dead race. Suffering culture shock of the worst kind, they must take refuge on a world they cannot understand; one which cannot comprehend the scope of their loss. Taciturn Gwen Pierson and super-geek Basil Grey are Specialists for the Institute--an organization set up to help alien integration into our societies. They take in Kalp, a widower who escaped his dying world with nothing but his own life and the unfinished toy he was making for a child that will never be born. But on the aliens' world, family units come in threes, and when Kalp turns to them for comfort, they unintentionally, but happily, find themselves Kalp's lovers. And then aliens--and the Specialists who have been most accepting of them--start dying, picked off by assassins. The people of Earth, it seems, are not quite as tolerant as they proclaim.