"The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are." --- Harry returns from the cave with Dumbledore, except this time they come back with somebody the world thought died years ago. Regulus Black is alive and saved, having been trapped in time by elf magic. Harry doesn't know it when they find him, but Regulus will be the exact thing The Golden Trio needs to help them win the war. Harry Potter AU | Begins at the end of HBP

**[AVALIBLE ON KINDLE + AMAZON IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK 1/10/2025]** Running from the captivity of an unrelenting sinister past, Lacy Summers falls prey to the fierce and mysterious forces of ex-con, Johann Silvetti. Unable to control their lust, she's thrust into his world of sin. As the addiction becomes dangerous, she finds herself battling between fighting for freedom and surrendering to her desires... Previously known as 'The Criminal'.

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

The claim of a king overrules everything. Except the heart. . "He's untouchable and there's a reason for that." "Why?" I press on, the lady gives me a scrutinizing look. "You ask too many questions." "And you don't give enough answers." I reply, sick of her word games. She huffs, placing her book down on her desk. "Listen here and listen good, there's a reason he's so alone. There's something inside him, something dark and twisted that caused him to snap all those years ago. Something that can't be cured, it's a sickness of the heart. Don't be foolish and try helping him, he's not just any man. He's The King." She motions me to come closer. "And he could have our heads for simply having this conversation."

THE NANNY by E.L. Beth Bella Rydges is a young, wild spirit with no qualifications and even less patience for rules. When she lands a nanny job in the English countryside, it's more out of desperation than desire. She's never changed a diaper in her life, let alone cared for children in a mansion run like a military base. Enter Caine Braxter-ruthless, wealthy, and a control-obsessed widower who expects order, obedience, and a nanny who knows her place. Bella is none of that. Her sass, defiance, and unfiltered mouth both infuriate and intrigue him. Caine doesn't believe Bella belongs in his world, but her fire is addictive. And what starts as a clash of wills quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more dangerous. He wants to mold her, tame her, own her-mind, body, and soul. Bella thinks she can walk away. But Caine has the money, the power, and the obsession to ensure she never does. In a house built on rules, chaos is about to become the new order. The Nanny is a twisted, seductive tale of dominance, defiance, and the price of surrender. Warning: This is an adults only book, it contains material of sex and submission. it is recommended for a mature audience 18 years and over.

Get married, meet, and then fall in love? Catherine Downey is a 24 year old nurse who has gotten herself into a large amount of debt when she meets a man who's family happens to have a lot of money she is made an offer that she just cannot refuse. All she has to do is be married for a year reluctantly she excepts intending on marrying a gay personal trainer but she is sadly mistaken when she ends up marrying his very straight younger brother. Rich, smart, sexy, and mysterious Beau Barrett has it all at just 27 he is the owner of a multi million dollar national conglomerate but even the rich and good looking have their secrets. When Beau's mother makes it apparent that he should marry a girl and settle down he has the perfect girl in mind.

"Turn around, Adelaine." Heart hammering in my chest, I didn't budge. "I said turn around, Adelaine." His voice, a grave, resonant command had me obeying completely this time without a second thought. My mind screamed to bolt out, to ubpush him away or slap him. But none of the three was going to happen, because I couldn't flee, and neither could I fight him. Closing the curtains behind him, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor. His hands came down to my shoulders, and very carefully, he started to lower down my crossed arms down to my sides. Slowly, he leaned in, and I had to tilt my head back to look at him. "This has to stop," Mikhail whispered. "I refuse to suffer another morning wood, Adelaine, not anymore. These...endless fantasies of you have to stop." He caressed my shoulders and his breath fanned warm on my neck.       "Get dressed. I'm taking you to my house tonight." (adult content: sex, mafia, substance-abuse related chaps® mature readers only)

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

" This can't happen. " I frown staring into his eyes. I don't who I'm convincing more, me or him ? " What can't happen ? " He leans down whispering into my ear. " You know what I'm talking about. " I mumble. " You're going to have to be more specific than that baby . " He says slowing trailing his hands up my my dress. " Wait. " He stopped, " Do you have on panties ? " He stared down at me. I couldn't look him in the eyes, so I kept my head down. " No. " I shook my head. " Good girl. " He groaned. Slipping a finger right into my dripping core.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*