Tackling her had been a mistake. The feel of the soft curves pushed up against him was overwhelmingly sensual and he'd been too damn long without a woman. Jesus the lass was as soft as a kitten. Mumbling a curse; he held her down and warned, "Don't move lass, I won't hurt you" There was something dark and promising in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He felt oddly familiar and some of her tension eased. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked breathlessly, trying to force air back into her lungs.....

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Mika has spent most of her life in a submissive role to a man whom she believed was her brother. With this role Mika has known nothing but hate, revulsion and disgust for herself, till she decides in a heated moment to take back control of her life. Mika is now on on her own lost and malnourished and left for dead, till she is found by the all powerful Phillip whom is dominant by nature and knows only of being and taking control. Phillip is the most powerful man in Europe and one of the most powerful Alpha's in the world with the strongest pack in the western hemesphere known as the Silver Scarr pack. Phillip has searched many years to find the one that will complete him , his true submissive until he comes upon Mika who is frail, broken and afraid. We follow the story of these two individuals to see how Phillip show's Mika what it means to truly be owned by a Master and what it means to belong to him and be loved. On Mika's Journey she discovers the joy in being a submissive not only to a man but to her true nature and Mika's sexual nature is then awakened and we get to enjoy her truly blossom back into the woman she once was. **Sexual Content***** This story will contain alot of BDSM only over 18's need apply.

He was a prince. She was a guard. When Isandra's past catches up with her, her job of protecting the royals gets harder and protecting herself in the process was near impossible. Her duty was to him and the throne he would be sitting on, but things get a bit out of hand when she gets assigned to be a royal guard. Men from the past, needed to stay in the past.

"My dad sold me to a pack of werewolves to settle his gambling debt." ❀ "I'm going to count to three," Logan growls. He doesn't have to say the rest. If I haven't come to him by then, he'll come to me... and I'll regret it. I know this game, and I know there is only one way it can end: with broken bones. If I don't come to him, his wolf will take over and he'll make me pay. If I obey, his wolf will still take over, and I'll still be the one suffering the consequences. "One," Logan snaps. A tear slowly rolls down my cheek and I dig my nails into my palm until they draw blood. More tears join the first and my lower lip trembles. I want Logan to see how much he's hurting me. "Two," Logan counts, gesturing for me to come to him. I know that he's filled with anticipation. He's hoping for 'three,' craving it. ❀ Three Books in One: Sold to a Wolf Pack | ✔ Saved by a Wolf Pack | ✔ Loved by a Wolf Pack | Ongoing ❀ A fake Omega: Saffron is a rogue, but when her dad sells her to a pack of werewolves, she also has to pretend to be an Omega. Good thing she has a plan: to escape the first chance she gets. A not so mean Alpha: Logan just wants to find his mate and his happily ever after, but instead of the perfect Luna, he gets a weak, frightened Omega. Good thing his dad has a plan: make everyone in the pack mistreat Saffron so she'll finally stand up for herself. An epic romance: Saffron and Logan are meant to be, but will they realize it before it's too late? Not everything is as it seems, and with an enemy threatening to destroy the pack, time is running out. ❀ 167,102 words ❀ Has been ranked #1 in: Werewolf, Paranormal, Romance, Teen Fiction, Humor, Fantasy, General Fiction, Action and even Vampire!

Abandoned by society, her parents, and school mates, young Autumn finds herself a hobby in roleplay. While roleplaying, she learns of a rather risky and sometimes dangerous lifestyle: the life of submission. After much researched and true devotion to the lifestyle, she decides to try and get into the BDSM roleplays. Finding a rather charming and dedicated man himself to the lifestyle, Autumn finds herself finally lost in her fetish; however, they go far beyond roleplay and she begins to partake in real life submission to Him. Will Autumn question her devotion to the lifestyle she's gotten herself into, or will she find herself a real life Master?

Do you know how it feels to have feelings for your step brother? To want him, but to know he would never feel the same? How it hurts to see him with his girlfriend-the way he touches her, loves her, cares for her? The worst is to hear them having sex in the next room, only wishing it was you. I know that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but ... I fantasize about him touching me. Making love to me. Only me. I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I want him. I want my step brother. Warning: Contains Sexual Content ;) (Rater R)

Ambrose. The name is not only feared, but shunned and reviled. He's a monster sentenced to a life of desolation and loneliness, and no one but his tormentor knows his whereabouts - at the bottom of the ocean. A creature of the sea cursed because of one simple mistake... Mari. Her life was a small happy bubble until it's popped by the finding out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her - just as the cruise ship she's on starts to sink! She's sure that death is near until she drowns upon an underwater cave...and a hulking man with swirling eyes. Seeing a chance to escape, Ambrose forces the terrified Mari to help them both, but not before ultimately changing her life...and her legs. Their worlds turning upside in the matter of minutes, Ambrose is on a mission to clear his name and Mari's on a mission to return to land. But how can she do that when she slowly starts to fall for the dangerous, damaged man who only wants to be free...and heal her own heart in the process? THIS IS A FREE SAMPLE