SEQUEL TO DARK! DISCLAIMER: I am not the original writer if this story. All credit goes to Hannah. The original writer, please do not think I am stealing her work when I am not. She does not have wattpad so I just post it in here from her tumblr for people to read it. One again. ALL credit is given to Hannah.

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Berkley Roberts is a college student in an abusive relationship until one day BJ pushes her too far. Betrayed by Laura, Dane Knight is a single father, struggling to balance work, women and his troubled son. He desperately needs a full time Nanny on site 24/7 to help him with his troubled 3 year old Ethan. Seeing Ethan struggling and falling behind, Danes mother takes matters into her own hands and hires Berkley to care for her grandson. Considering she is a beautiful brunette with stunning jade eyes instead of the middle aged prude of choice, Cybil hires her under the condition that she not fall prey to Dane and his charms. Soon Berkley finds her heart wrapped around the little finger of a small boy who clings to her to fill the void left by his mother. Dane wants nothing more than for his son to have a mother, someday, but his work is challenging him more and the last thing he has time for is a relationship. Berkley is emotionally scarred and hiding from her past, accepts Danes generosity taking refuge in his home. Battered and broken, can Berkley let her guard down and leave her heart defenseless? Can Dane learn to trust again? Will their 'Love of Ethan' pull them together or are they both too damaged?

Lauren Taylor is an ordinary girl with extraordinary friends. When her glamourous friend Emily invites her to her wedding, Lauren has no idea that an encounter with an irresistibly handsome stranger will shape her future. The gorgeous Henry Banville, 7th Duke of Brecktonshire, is a controlling and arrogant man, and when Lauren loses her way at the wedding and finds herself in his private quarters he has her removed immediately, despite feeling an intense physical attraction to her. Soon afterwards, Lauren loses her job and has to move from her rented flat, unable to pay the rent. In an effort to help, Emily tries to convince Henry to take her on as his Personal Assistant...and that's when things really begin to change.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]