Harmony Jordan is a sweet-natured, carefree sophomore with a heart too big for her own good. At twenty years old, she's just trying to survive college, keep her grades up, and avoid the chaos that seems to follow her two best friends. But one rainy morning changes everything. While taking an unfamiliar shortcut through the woods, Harmony stumbles upon a wounded man-tall, terrifying, and barely conscious. Against every instinct, she helps him. Nurses him. Hides him. And unknowingly brings a monster into her home. Eros Varric is no ordinary man. He's the last surviving Lycan King, feared for centuries, lost to time and legend. Cold, merciless, and shaped by war, he awakens in the care of a fragile human girl... and realizes something that shatters his world: She's his mate. Bound by fate and ancient magic, Harmony is everything Eros never wanted-but everything his soul craves. As he heals, danger stirs. Old enemies resurface. And the quiet life Harmony once knew is swallowed whole by a world of secrets, pack politics, and creatures that go bump in the night. Now hunted and claimed, Harmony must decide: will she run from the beast in her bed-or rise beside the king who would burn the world for her?

"Not My Type" follows Riley, a sharp, outspoken architecture student in her first year of university. She has her life planned out-good grades, the perfect image, and zero distractions. But when she crosses paths with Simone, her authoritative, introverted professor, her carefully structured world begins to unravel. What starts as an unusual connection-one Riley swears isn't her "type"-quickly spirals into something more magnetic, undeniable, and forbidden. Torn between her growing attraction to Simone and the life she's built for herself, Riley must navigate a complex web of emotions, boundaries, and desires. And with every glance, every conversation, the line between right and wrong begins to blur. This isn't just about falling for someone unexpected-it's about Riley confronting who she really is.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

"If it makes it less awkward i don't want to do it either," "Really? because I think you're too far up your own ass to give a shit about what people have worked for so fu-" she doesn't get to finish because I grab her arm gently spinning her so she can face me. She was walking too fast anyway. "Curse at me one more time and I'll make it my personal mission to to uphold this branded reputation," I say before she removes my hand aggressively. "The plane leaves in an hour, I suggest you pack some clothes,"she says before striding away •••••••••••••••••♪•••••••••• Ahvi Reynaud, a 32yr old with a huge secret that finally comes to light at the cost of her failed marriage, the heiress to the most global company owned by the business mogul, Louis Reynaud, is forced to step up and join the family business, something she's loathed since birth despite being coached for it her whole life. Odessa Murray, a 26yr old married executive assistant with a dream far more than managing another Nepo baby, is given an ultimatum to either keep working for the Reynaud family or face the consequences of her secret being exposed by Mr Reynaud, What happens when the demands of their roles forces them to put their differences aside and work in close proximity?

You.gave.me.a.fucking.hickey??!what are you, twelve?" I yell at her because it's a huge one and not even enough make up can hide it because of my brown skin. "Yell at me again and i will give you a reason to scream,"she says lifting my chin up unphased and I'm not sure if it's a threat or a promise. "And that's to let people know that you're mine,Sweets. Now do you want me to zip your dress up or not?" She asks glaring back. Two pollar opposites of almost everything make a deal to get what they both want and go their separate ways, but what happens when they start to break each other's walls? Please vote and comment!! :)

New Orleans isn't just a city-it's a pulse. A rhythm. A hunger. And nobody knows that better than Arielle Washington, a tired single mother grinding just to make rent in the Desire Projects. Love left her a long time ago, replaced with diaper bags, house keys, and survival. That is, until a new housekeeping job drops her into the home-and world-of ICE the most dangerous man in the streets. ICE doesn't do mess. Doesn't do feelings. But there's something about Ari-her fire, her silence, her scars-that draws him in. And when business gets bloody and loyalties are tested, the line between protector and predator blurs. Because in the Dirty South, nothing comes clean... not even love.

🐎 "I'm done runnin'." His jaw ticked, his fingers tightening around the rope in his hands. "You sure?" His voice was rough, like he was holding himself back. Jamila nodded. Slow. Certain. "I want this," she whispered. "I want you." ____________________________________ Jamila DuBois never planned on falling for her best friend's older brother, but coming home to Aurora Valley changes everything. Donovan Moore-the rugged, charming cowboy she's spent years trying to ignore-is suddenly looking at her like she's the only woman in the world. What starts as undeniable tension turns into late-night confessions, heated dances under the Texas stars, and stolen moments that leave them both breathless. But with family ties, past heartbreaks, and the weight of unspoken feelings between them, crossing that line could change everything. Set against the backdrop of horseback rides, wild trail ride parties, and Zydeco-fueled nights, Forever Moore is a steamy, slow-burn Black country romance about love, loyalty, and risking it all for the one who's always been right in front of you. Released: 03/05/2025

|COMPLETE| 18+ I was a struggling mother with a pretty bleak outlook on life. I was jaded. Cynical. And always dripping in sarcasm. Men were full of shit. There were three things men always wanted. Money. Sex. Control. And you know what? I'm never wrong. Meet Alexander Xavier Tipton, a man made of millions. A collector of sorts. A man who didn't mind a pretty face. A man who was used to getting everything he desired. A narcissistic asshole. In the end, I fell. I fell hard. I had no idea it was just the beginning of a never-ending nightmare and ultimately my demise. How? I thought you'd never ask. #1 New Adult #713 Thriller FIRST DRAFT © 2016 JALISSA PASTORIUS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED