* * * Rough, hard hands, now soft, caressed my back, pulling me close. His fresh, musky scent entered my nostrils, calming the hiccups assulting my body. "Sh, Lys. Calm down. It's okay. I've got you. There's no need to be upset." Anger coursed through my veins as I sprang up and spoke to him in a deadly whisper "No need to be upset? No need to be up-flipping-set? The boy I loved died to save me. He sacrificed himself to the ocean. To you, to you oh great and powerful Poseidon, to you. So when you go through that and get upset well boo-frigging-hoo." * * * Allysia cut herself off that day. Never spoke another word after those 6 words. Blocked all emotions. Until Poseidon DO NOT, I repeat NOT, expect updates to this story to be quick and regular, I merely write when I fancy. Also this is unedited and therefore imperfect, when I have completed it I will go through and edit it thoroughly. #709 in fantasy - December 12th 2016 #460 in fantasy - June 29th 2017 #288 in fantasy - July 16th 2017 #578 in fantasy - October 6th 2017 #519 in fantasy - December 5th 2017 #203 in fantasy - December 12th 2017

[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."

(Reapers Chronicles Book I of III) (Watty Awards Paranormal Story of 2012) I know I'm supposed to be dead. But for some reason, I'm not. I am Aramis Rayne. Occupation: Personal Assistant. Sounds boring, right? But the job description is a lot more complicated than that. Well, maybe because my boss is an Immortal. Now, I'm bound to him. And it all started on the day I died. From childhood, Aramis already knows that she's different. All her life, she had isolated herself from everyone, but when she moves into a small town and meets an obnoxious, mysterious boy named Vincent Sinclair, her world is turned upside down. Her dream of a normal, boring life becomes out of reach when she is plunged into the world of 'Immortals' who are the keepers of balance between death and the living. Now, Aramis is forced to choose: the world or her love?

**X-Rated!** MATURE SCENES HIGHLY ADDICTIVE 18+ **This story is currently being split into 3 separate books. This part is all 3 books into one as a "rough-draft" in a sense. So it may read rushed with LOTS of changing dramatics and scenes. Just a heads up to future readers.** Much love. Molly was an IT grad who moved clear across the country and into a house that neighbored a famous porn star. She had never seen a man like him with her own eyes. And being the shy girl that she was, she always watched him from the windows, careful not to be caught. But when they meet for the first time, the fantasy Molly had created about him was destroyed and she was about to be torn from her comfort zone into a world she had never experienced before. **I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PHOTO'S PROVIDED IN THIS STORY**

Next-Door Incubus is PUBLISHED on Amazon as a paperback and an ebook. This is just a preview. Dani never expects to meet her hot new neighbor, Eros, for the first time wearing only her underwear. And she definitely never expects to dream of him as a demon with large, curved horns and an insatiable hunger for her. For the sake of her boyfriend and for her own sanity, Dani's determined to avoid Eros at all costs. But there's one problem: she can't seem to stay away from him. He's haunting her nights with his devilish black eyes and he's hiding a dangerous secret that may cost Dani her life. Next-Door Incubus is a paranormal romance novel written by Destiny Diess. It is the first book in the Becoming Lust Trilogy.

"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath. "Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew. "And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting. "Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car. "Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information. ------ When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance. *Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex* Full description inside!

[THIS STORY IS FREE WITH EXCLUSIVE BONUS CONTENT] A fake relationship, a diabolical plan and a threat to the human race. The only thing that ties them together is an eighteen year old girl's choice, that could change the course of everything. *** Every year five hundred children are abducted from planet Earth and taken to Pluto to serve as slaves to aliens who are far superior to the human species. When a slave turns eighteen they are allowed to choose their fate for the rest of their lives. They are only given three choices; remain a slave, become a fighter or serve as a Plutonian's lover. For the past eleven years, Aria has spent every second waiting for an opportunity to escape and when she's offered a dangerous but rewarding arrangement by a prominent Plutonian, she is quick to agree. But when the lines between love and hatred blur, will Aria ever be able to escape or will her risky circumstances kill her first? Editor's Picks 2021 *Winner of the Spotlight Awards* *Highest rank so far: #4 in Aliens #1 in dystopian #3 in romance (10/2/21) Cover by @Greenteadragon