C O M P L E T E D In which a Puerto Rican woman with a strong exterior (and a rather weak interior) learns that her past yields no power over her, and she can learn to love the man that she just wants to fuck. ~*~ Published: 12/09/2016 Cover: _salacious

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"Don't touch me, darling. Not unless you suddenly want to find yourself with my cock in your mouth." • • • Sins come in all shapes and sizes, but she never expected it to come in the shape of him. He was what you called a Sinner; His touch made you sin in every biblical way possible. One touch was all it took; one catastrophic sin. Cara had always lived the virtuous life as a faithful Catholic. She never expected her life to be abruptly turned upside down when she yelled at a rude man with sinfully wandering hands. But when you've lived your whole life as a saint and start to mess with a Sinner, you're bound to do something bad; You are bound to (do) Sin.

Laura couldn't recall a single incident which would result in the cruel hatred Chris had apparently developed just for her. It was like her every breath, every move would offend him. To the outside world Chris was a drool worthy, composed, intelligent person but in Laura's eyes he was a disturbed individual with the perfect disguise. Yet if he hated her with such unexplainable, meticulous passion then why were there moments where his lips would come crashing down on hers. This ignited physical desire was nothing more than an unnatural upheaval. Even though she knew it was wrong Laura fell defenseless against the sweet jaded temptation. What happens when they need that sick twisted comfort to survive? When they depend on each other like a drug? Because the only true solace Chris got from his pain was when he was kissing Laura. Could it be true? Can love really spring up from the depths of hate? Hating You Sweetly is a TWISTED Romance. ***** This is a new edited version of my original "Hating You Sweetly" story. This one also has a few new extra scenes. I hope you enjoy.**** Thank you MLAddix_ for the bookcover. I love it 😁😚

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]

Erotica *MATURE* [COMPLETED] Book 1 Ellie Taylor is hiding from her past, trying to fix her broken life piece by piece. She has no intention on being in a relationship, even when Maddox enters her life. *** Maddox Bouchard is the fuckboy every girl dreams of fucking. When he set his sights on Ellie, he knew he had to have her. "Maybe I want to prove you wrong." His hand tugged at the hem of his shirt that laid on my body. "About?" "I can definitely make you cum." His lower lip snaked between his teeth as he eyed my annoyed expression. Max dipped his head to the nape of my neck, his breathing warming my cool skin. *** #5 in romance #1 in eroticromance #2 in BoyxGirl #7 in College #3 in eroticastories #3 in Collegeromance #1 in Hook-ups) *As of 11/15/2020 this story is undergoing editing*

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.