"How long did you watch? Be honest," he whispered, as though he were half embarrassed, yet he desperately wanted to know the truth. I was turned on by the blush of his cheeks, because I knew he rarely talked about these things. My heart rate quickened and I felt myself grow instantly wet at the memory. I remembered him sitting on the couch, pants pooled at his feet as his hand gripped his erect cock in his hand, watching the images on the television screen that was right next to the peephole I was watching him out of. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and now he was asking how long I'd been watching him? I couldn't lie to him, though. "The last ten minutes," I whispered, looking to Locke for his reaction. Locke closed his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky, just so he wouldn't have to look at me as he said his next words. His face was flushed, and his words came out a low growl when he asked, "Did you like it?" *** After her entire world shattered her senior year in high school, Rowan Faye has avoided love. Now, she wakes up in the beds of men she doesn't know, and never lands in the same place for too long. But after one too many strange men in the apartment, Rowan's roommate has had enough. Soon, Rowan is desperate to find an apartment to finish her last year of college. Enter Locke Emerson. The shy, nerdy student who rides a motorcycle to class, and never speaks to women if he can help it. He posted an ad and had started to lose hope when Rowan texts him about the apartment. Everything should be easy, right? She needs a place to stay, he needs someone to pay half the rent. But as Locke will find out, nothing is ever simple when it comes to Rowan Faye. When everything they build comes crashing down around them, will Locke be able to convince Rowan to stay?

**COMPLETED*** This is book 2 and can be read as a standalone but I recommend you read "Fated" first. Something caught my eye and when I looked up in the mirror I saw Rykan stepping inside, shutting the door and sliding the lock in place. My heart hammered in my chest as he approached me. He came right up behind me, setting his hands on my hips, never breaking our gaze through the mirror. "Kora," he murmured, stepping closer until my back brushed against his chest. His hand slid down to the end of my skirt and he flattened his palm against my bare leg, sliding his hand up my skirt. "I'm married," I blurted, swallowing hard and trying to ignore how much I liked the way it felt having his hands on me. "Hm," he grunted, narrowing his eyes as he continued his ascension up my outer thigh. His touch sent tingles all over my body, sending heat right between my legs. He gripped my leg and suddenly turned me, his hand now palming my ass as he pulled me against him, his teeth scraping against my neck as his other hand up to my neck. "Didn't seem to bother you when you had me down your throat last night," he said, wrapping his hand around my throat and lifting his head to give me one of those heart-stopping stares. "In fact, I believe you started that, angel." Koralie always felt that there was a part of herself missing. A part she hadn't yet discovered. Stuck in a toxic marriage, she's navigating her way out of it when she meets Rykan, a mysterious stranger she feels an undeniable draw towards although she isn't sure why. Things become even more intense when he starts showing up in her dreams, claiming he is a werewolf and they are mates. An even more unexpected turn of events comes when Kora starts looking into the supernatural world and finds it is not as foreign to her as it should be. Warning: This story contains very mature themes including brief mentions of abuse, mature language, mental health and sexual content.

|HIGHEST RANKING| #4 in Werewolf. #1 in Mate. * "He's dangerous. He's invincible." "He can take on hundreds of werewolves all by himself." "Because of his crebrous sins, he's bound to live alone forever, without a mate." "The moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate as a punishment to his atrocious ways." "Who will even be his mate?" But the moon goddess wasn't unfair and biased. She had indeed blessed the most feared Alpha King with a mate, and she wasn't just a normal she-wolf. WARNING:- This story will contain mature scenes. Enter at your own risk. ***

"I know you're a virgin but have you never been touched?" He asked, sliding his other hand down onto her leg. "What makes you say that?" Kat breathed, bracing her hands on the counter. "You react like someone who's never felt another's touch," Nex whispered, slipping his thumb under the band of her shorts. "So, have you not?" Kat opened her mouth to speak but stopped when his hand slid up from her leg, gliding up her stomach and stopping just below her breast. "Not even here?" He asked, following the curve of her breast with one finger, not touching, staying just below as he dragged it back and forth. "What about here?" He asked, sliding his hand down from her ribs to the bottom of her shorts then around to her butt, fingers nearly grazing it as he inched them up, under her pajamas. "I can say with certainty, never here," he said, lowering his other hand under the waistband of her shorts, touching the top of her underwear. "No, you've definitely never felt that before. I can hear your heart racing, I can feel your breathing, I can smell your body responding like it's never experienced these sensations before," he whispered, sliding a finger just underneath the band. "Should I answer its call?" #1 in demons on 6/15 -6/17/20! Again on 6/20 and 6/22-6/23! Sweet and innocent Katherine has a routine and is a little tightly wound. She was simply trying to rehearse lines for an audition. Next thing she knows, she's reading out loud her Latin lines and suddenly someone appears, claiming to be a demon she summoned to kill someone for her. Turns out demons can be hot. And he's getting pissed off she won't give him a name so he can kill and go home. The problem is, pissed off turns into something else and before he knows it, he wants to take away some of that innocence and loosen her up, or better yet, tie her up make her his. This is only available until Nov 1st, after that only on Patreon until published

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

❝Let me make that tingling sensation in between your thighs disappear, it will take only a moment, Red.❞ Only 60% of book is free / Sample only Red lived in a small town in Pennsylvania with her grandmother. The town was known to invite supernatural creatures every year. Whenever the mating season struck, it was a ritual for young women, human or not to stand partly dressed in the town center, blindfolded and ready be taken by the wild beasts lurking in the forest. Things take a twist when Red turns eighteen and she's ordered to participate in the ritual. Blindfolded on the night of evil, innocent Red is devoured by a man who called himself the Alpha. 18+ mature themes are included regularly.

Mia Patterson Daughter an Alpha, and only child. She had almost everything she ever wanted, except one major thing she dreamed of since she was just a child. Her mate As soon as she became of the mature age of 18 to take over her position as Alpha and still found herself mateless she went mad. So like a madwoman, she went searching for him. Why couldn't she? Every male were allowed to search for theirs when they became of age. She moved in with her crazy Aunt in Oregon, where she would have to pose as a senior at Prairie High School. She runs into trouble, but that trouble brought her right to her mate. But another problem accrued. He's human. Landon Mason A 19 year old deadly underground fighter known as Hades Cold Mean Heartless After doing a year in jail, he was ordered to return back to Prairie High to complete his Senior or face his full sentence of 6 years. With a dark past he didn't care about anyone or anything, not even himself. People were afraid of him; even the teachers were afraid of him. Until one dark night he hears screams coming from the ally, stumbling upon a helpless beauty who he suddenly feels the need to protect from everything. And he couldn't be more confused. *** EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT ***

I sat on the desk and looked up at them, my cheeks reddened at the proximity and depth of their gaze- quite momentarily, I was left speechless. Xzaviar and Damien were otherworldly, ethereal even. Both held so much power and dominance, just their gaze upon you- it'd leave you breathless. They were Gods personified. Xzavier leaned on the desk, his arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles were visible. He wore a white turtleneck, with black ripped jeans and his combat boots, he paired the look with the schools white varsity jacket. 'B L Y T H E' Written on the back. Damien however, sat on desk, his strong gaze affiliated on me. There was something about him today that made my heart flutter, his usual good boy aura completely diminished and now a whole person erupted. He wore a tight white sleeved síhirt, dark denim jeans and a black leather jacket, he paired it up with black vans. I loved it, I loved both of them. Damien stared at me intently, his once ocean eyes now a midnight blue. I chose the wrong place and time to get aroused. "Jacqueline-"He spoke, his voice low, smooth and alluring. It sent shivers through me. "-speak," he demanded. Guess I've been staring too long.

"One day, you'll be begging me, begging me not to kill you, to not take you as mine." He said while smirking. Monserrat Aguilar was caught up in some trouble that her family had caused with the inferior mafia 'La Diabla'. Even though she lived in Alabama, away from her mafia family. She didn't want to be in it with them so she left them, trying to not get involved with them because she knew that would become her death. But death found her anyways and you can't escape it.