★ Wattpad Featured: #FreshReads #InHerWords2022 ❝You're not taking me to bed. Ever.❞ ❝...Who said it had to be on a bed?❞ A disgraced immortal and a legendary folk hero are desperate to locate a blacksmith who can break the enchanted handcuffs that bind them before they drive each other absolutely mad. Or kiss. Whichever comes first. (spoiler alert: they don't.) SONGS OF OURSELVES Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

❝No star in the sky will ever fall as hard or as fast as I fell for you...❞ ☼ When the universe exploded, the atoms of Salva and Jem split and were forced to the farthest reaches of space. They're just trying to find each other again. [ t h e s u n s b e t w e e n u s ] Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

❝You have exactly one year to kill me and not a single day more.❞ ❝And what happens if I don't murder you exactly as you demand, princess?❞ ❝I'll demand a full refund. Customer dissatisfaction guaranteed.❞ melanie enderby can't bear the thought of ending her life. so she hires an internet assassin to do it for her. then the universe brings her phillip knox, a quirky photographer who wears rose-tinted sunglasses and somehow talks her out of it. melanie doesn't want to love him. knox knows he shouldn't crave her. but they're drawn together for reasons they can't explain. because knox is a sweet mystery, a loveable conundrum, and quite possibly... her soulmate? unfortunately, melanie's already married to her first soulmate. and now that she's changed her mind about dying, she can't seem to get a hold of her assassin. an assassin who just might be the man she fell in love with. it's a race against time. hop in. [zoom] Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

AFTER THE SMOKE CLEARED AND MANHUNT BEGAN BEAN PROMISED HIMSELF HE'D NEVER KILL AGAIN... ..:::.. Set where the Urban edge mingles with the Suburban sprawl, Kay Elle's second novel follows the story of Olive and Bean Downes -- scrappy siblings forced to flee their home and hide deep in the city after an assassination gone wrong. Over the course of two weeks they'll encounter citizens just as colorful as the country they live in, complete with a bigoted fruit enthusiast, a corrupt concierge, a stingy gun peddler, and a Korean mercenary named Elmo. It's an America where oranges are valued more than gold and homemade lip balm is as addictive as crack. It's an exploration of loyalty, glamorous nightclubs, and the well meaning pastors who inhabit them. The Illumination of Sorrow is a raw, touching story about weird love, old wallets, and the humor that can be found in true meaning of sorrow.

"The chances of that happening are unimaginable for someone like you." I said, trying to picture Nolan as anyone other than the humble, easygoing man before me and utterly failing. Another sip, and a relaxed sigh. "Just because it's never been done before doesn't mean it's impossible." I couldn't argue with that. Back in Training I thought I was untouchable, forged out of pure titanium. Infallible. But there I was nine years later with a mottled chest scar the size of Texas and several bottles of prescription anxiety pills stashed under my desk, having unofficial sessions with an adorable, gay therapist who seemed to think I, of all people, had all the answers. What happened next was a natural progression. After nearly a year digging inside each other's heads, it only made sense to understand each other's bodies. I looked up at Nolan in confusion, a question prepped on my lips. It immediately deflated once I saw him staring down at his hands to the curve of yellowed skin where his wedding ring used to cling. Ours was a quiet grief.

Hajo ar Hame never wanted to purchase a human. Ever. Just the thought alone was enough to hackle her quills. She didn't care if toting an alien around the village like a purse was fashionable. She didn't care if collecting humans of all different colors and sizes was a remarkable status symbol. And she definitely didn't care if anyone gave her crap for not owning one. Her work as an independent salal dealer didn't allow for frivolities. With no parents to answer to, no hatchlings to care for, no suitors to seduce, no mates to fawn over, no glamorous courts to show face at or royal festivals to host, Hajo's transition to life outside the palace was more pleasant than she could've ever imagined. And yet, despite her practiced apathy, after a perfect storm of greed, mutated biology, blood lust, and destruction, Hajo winds up as caretaker of a frail human addicted to the very drug she sells, stranded on a planet that considers him no better than cattle. Property. Less than. Between hunting for the Maruq who betrayed her family, searching for a cure to her genetic defect, and nursing her alien... Nathaniel Flores... back to health, Hajo barely has time to wonder when she grew a conscience. It's just her luck she's saddled with the one human who is physically incapable of shutting the hell up.

"Don't tell me you love me. Save it for your girlfriend." Rosaline eased him back onto the bed. Her molten eyes never left his. A clutch of black rope hung over her shoulders like a python. "If you're not my girlfriend then what are you?" It was a joke, but not really. He needed her to define him in concise terms, to stretch his finite limits in a world that'd labeled him "too much" and "too dangerous" since the day he could walk. She had to give him permission by degrees. In mind-blowing hedonistic excess. Until he was glowing and weary and blissed and exhausted and couldn't remember his own name. But only hers. Rosaline. Sebastian automatically spread his legs so she could stand between them and had trouble remembering a more debilitating arousal than this. She unbuttoned his cream dress shirt, unconcerned. His gaze touched where his hands couldn't. Control was hers and hers alone. "I got a better question." Rosaline teasingly drug a leather strap across his cheek as she straddled his lap. "What do *you* want?" Bas was a man of simple needs and even simpler desires. He could deny her nothing. It burned him to admit as much. "....You." He growled with heat, and a bit of borrowed shame. "I want *you.*" [Black/Latinx, Fem Domme, BDSM Lite, for older audiences]

BLACK AVENUE, EASTERN AMERIKA Everything's the same. But just a little bit different. Magic. Love. Entropy. All lawless. All wild. In 1876 a talented matchmaker is kidnapped and trapped inside an ancient genie lamp, forced to coerce beautiful women into sleeping with their unsavory captor. In 1954 a closeted professor is tangled in a violent conflict when he accidentally falls for the one soul he can't have: an androgynous D'Jinn stripped of their wings. In 2022 an overachieving college student discovers he's been crowned King of the Damned and stubbornly denies the title. But his new daemon servant won't leave him the hell alone. And Remi? Well, Remi just wants to see the World's Biggest Cowboy boot with her brother without losing a(nother) leg. This is fury. This is life. This is Hellacious. Where everything's different. But more of the same. //Highest Rank #616 Fantasy//

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The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.