A scorching novel about sexy singles, intense competition, a cash prize—and no touching allowed. Lured by the promise of a million dollar prize, Tara reluctantly signs up for the new hit show Erotic Island, where sexy singles hook up on international television. It’s about as far from her scene as possible, but desperate times call for desperate auditions, and Tara is willing to do almost anything for the cash prize. The last person she expects to meet when she shows up in paradise in a thong bikini is Chris, a sinfully gorgeous barista with whom she shared a coffee—and an intense attraction. The last time she saw him, he was standing in judgement over her decision to audition. So why is he on the island? Was it all a ploy to throw her off her game and win the prize? And why is the ‘no touching allowed’ rule suddenly so very hard to follow? This book is available through all major e-booksellers. Please enjoy the first three chapters as a sample here on Wattpad.

The attraction was probably one sided. She admired Dave from a distance. It was something that Susie Williams had never been free to explore. Her husband had passed away in a tragic accident mid year and left her a widow with 2 children to support. There had been so much guilt and soul searching. Guilt that the children were without a father, and a secret guilt she couldn't share with anyone. This Christmas was going to be sparse, with the money she could scrape together going into the children's education. Will she be surprised this Christmas? Will joy return to her?Will Dave be able to break into her world of low self belief and have her believe that her beauty and attractiveness lasted long past her youth and child bearing? Christmas might just hold some joy and hope yet for Susie.

[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] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

Can he overcome his bitterness from the past to save the family he's always dreamed of? Doug Masters has watched his best friends, Thad and Camille, struggle their way to happiness and finds himself wishing he had a small piece of that for himself. When a blast from his past walks through his office door, he finds himself in a unique position to reach out and grab what he's always wanted. Will he learn that happiness can't be stolen in time to save a relationship that's been doomed from the start? Sequel to Between The Covers. Can be read as a stand alone. Between The Covers was removed due to people plagiarizing it. It will be published sometime in the future.

[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*

Professionals. Doing unprofessional things ^^ Warning: Rated M for Mature ^^ It contains scenes with adult language, funny violence, horrible sex, disgusting humor, and crackamolees which may not be suitable for younger audiences. Do not proceed if below 18 years of age.

Destiny Parker is a 31 year old African American woman stuck working a nine to five job and balancing the role of mother and the horrors of finding a good man. To make matters worse, she has a boss that she can't stand. Her new boss is evil... gorgeous but evil, and has a reputation around the office as a player. And unfortunately, she's stuck with him. Alex Hartford worked hard to succeed at his job, trying to branch away from his family's legacy. But something about his new secretary gets under his skin and makes his blood boil. Soon, his thoughts of work are replaced with using his desk in some very creative ways. Destiny may just be the person to tame Alex's wild ways. Having any sort of relationship with her boss other than a business one could get the both of them into a lot of trouble, especially since she could lose her job. But no one but them knows what happens AFTER HOURS...

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.