‘Lyla could hear the screams as the sound of cloth and flesh ripping echoed in her ears. Yet she stayed focused on the dark woods that spread out before her as the lift carried her up and away from the terror down below. The iron gate that caged her in was her only savior.’ Lyla Owens: ‘The Village Idiot’ as most of her townsfolk referred to her as, was no doubt, a simple minded girl. Alone and friendless til the mysterious nobleman 'Claude DeCuir' came to town. Things seem to be looking up for Lyla, that is until Halloween when a group of the towns youth invite her out for ‘special gathering’ at the old Mill. What starts out as a cruel joke quickly turns in to their worst nightmare when the group finds they are not the only ones gathering there on this particular night. ©2013 R.K.Anne. All Rights Reserved.

**Warning: This Book Contains Mature Content** **SEQUEL TO THE MILL** Lyla lays in bed, silently praying for one nights rest. Of late, her dreams have turned dark…dirty. Within the last fortnight Claude DeCuir had played in her mind for hours, giving her no reprieve. She would wake in sweat, frustrated by the endless torture he would put her body through. His hands running over her, caressing softly as he toyed with her. He would stroke the flames of her body until she was trembling with need, begging him to satisfy her. But in the end she would wake with the burning still between her thighs. The need to release so strong even her own fingers couldn’t bring ease to the pain. Nine months have passed since that terrible Halloween night and with less than a week left before her 18th birthday, Lyla finds her body begging for Monsieur DeCuir to come for her, but her mind is dreading....His Return. © 2013 R.K. Anne. All rights reserved

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

*Want a paperback copy? Go here: https://goo.gl/forms/lhJx5X63RTGG90T93 (The link is also on my profile)* Terrified of being sent off to marry a man who would only control her, Saeran Sinclair disguises her identity by posing as a male. Instead of being the renowned beauty that she really is, she must help her sister gain "The Lion" of the Highlands favor, even though the feat seems impossible, for every word and look coming from him shows just how feral the man really is. A deadly Highlander shouldn't be forced to marry-but that's exactly what's happening to Kane "The Lion" Shaw. With a new squire, a leper of a lady living in his keep, and his neighboring highlanders beginning to stir with unease, Kane has a lot on his plate. But a Highlander never surrenders...and ignores the odd feelings his squire stirs inside of him. When Saeran, posing as a squire, is forced to be around "The Lion", the roughest, meanest, most barbarian man she's ever met, she is sure her ruse is hanging by a thread. When he begins to suspect what she really is, she makes the most dangerous decision...and finds that this Highlanders touch makes it harder and harder to deny what is happening between them, even while danger wars around them. The complete version of this book is available on Amazon! Message me if you want a signed paperback!

"You are never leaving my side again. Not until I know you won't run." He told me. "And I will make sure of it." Then he leant down and started kissing my neck. "Your MINE, and only MINE." He said, slamming me into the wall, and grabbing my hands, putting them above my head. "The only person that will touch you is me." He said, rubbing my pussy with his free hand. "the only name you will be screaming is mine." He whispered in my ear. He took pleasure in torturing and taking lives of rogues. He decided to start a war against them and wipe them all but when his mate turns out to be a rogue, will he stop for her sake or continue with the war that will make her hate him?

[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."