(18+) *Complete/Unedited* Nova Bara is a twenty-three year old mix breed. Between necromancy and vampirism, she belongs to no one but herself. At least, until someone shows up at her door asking for her help. (18+ for graphic sex, language, and violence) ***** Rankings: #1 Paranormal Romance - 03/21/2022 #1 Omega - 03/18/2022 #1 WerewolvesAndVampires - 01/05/2022 #1 Necromancer - 11/27/2021

I clamped my hand over my mouth, biting down on my palm to trap the moan clawing up my throat. "What's wrong?" Elias whispered again my ear, rolling his hips harder into mine. "Am I fucking you too good?" I shook my head frantically, pressing my fingers tighter over my lips as a whimper escaped. "Scared your fiancée will hear how well you take my cock?" He paused, delivering another deep thrust. "Or maybe you do. Maybe you want him to watch me fuck what's always been mine." I shouldn't be doing this. I knew that. Not with my fiancée ten feet down the hall asleep. <~~~~> At sixteen, Vesper Crane was supposed to die. Kidnapped, brutalized, and left for dead, the president's daughter survives only because the man sent to kill her showed her mercy. Four years later, her mercy still hasn't let her go. She knows he watches her from the shadows. Forced into a political marriage she never agreed to, she becomes the center of a dangerous power struggle. Now she stands between two men: the one who spared her life, her stalker. and the one she chose to marry, her fiancée. Mercy isn't a kindness. It's the most dangerous debt of all. (18+) Mercy is the darkest book I've written. It is an MFM why choose romance where the female main character will not have to choose between the two. This is not a gentle love story. Please read with care.

"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

In which, a blind business tycoon gets assigned to a nymphomaniac nurse _____________________________________________ Copyright ©️ 2021 ssybahz (Started: March 7th, 2021, Completed: September 26th, 2021) After losing his eyesight in an accident, Ares Elliott Estevan distances himself from everyone. Fortunately for Adrianna Blair Campbell, who happens to know just the perfect way to cure him. _______________________________________________ ***Warning: Heavy and explicit sexual content. Recommended for 18+ and above. Do not proceed if you don't like these kind of things. Read the preface.******* #1 in hot #1 in seduction #1 in adultfiction #1 in nymphomaniac #1 in lust #1 in plottwist #1 in sensual #1 in matureaudience #1 in age-gap #2 in fiction #1 in passionate #1 in mysteryromance #1 in badgirlgoodboy #1 in desire

"You are mine. I am yours. We are one." **** Running away on your wedding day is inevitable, especially when the Alpha pack you were born into is notorious for abuse. After years of torment, Myra Emerson escapes on her wedding day, only to land straight in the arms of the Rogue King. [TRIGGER WARNING- talks of suicide and rape. Moments of abuse, and strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Your mental health comes first. ]

"So... you don't tutor, huh?" • • • Fate has a funny way of being a bitch. Cassandra Berry thought she was done with a certain mathematical genius, after having just spent one whole summer in his alluring, pleasurable company. When time ran out and reality snapped back, however, all she was left with was a broken heart and a scholarship to a prestigious college. Now, months later, the last person Cassandra expected to walk into her college was the very same man she left behind last summer. The same man who swore on one solemn thing in his life; that he would never tutor. The same man now destined to be her new professor. As time progresses and schemes, secrets, and old friends and foes alike come out to play, it wasn't hard to predict that things other than numbers wouldn't add up. - Even to a mathematical genius. *This book is a sequel to The Mathematician and cannot be read as a stand-alone. But whatever, it's up to you, do what you want.

"Where the hell are your shoes?" The stranger asks. "I sleepwalk." DISORDER SERIES: INSOMNIA DAMAGED ADDICTION Notice** These books do not have the same characters. They follow a new relationship each time. There are crossovers, though. They are in the same universe. You also do not have to read them in order. Dedicated to Benson R, who lost his battle with depression in November 2021. A fellow hopeless romantic who had no idea how loved he was. Suicide hotline: (800) 273-8255 www.psychologytoday.com

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

*MATURE* Don't let anyone ever fool you that mating is easy business and all soft kisses and cuddles. Because it's not. Especially if you're mating a breed of shifters whom are suppose to be extinct after the last Great War thousands of years ago. Say hello to my mates-yes-plural as in two ferocious, sinfully sexy, deadly, arrogant, beast who both have sexual drives that surpassed an alpha rabbit in heat! Damien and Axial, men not to be taken lightly and are deeply feared even by the high court are my mates. With more secrets shimmering in those identical golden eyes than there are stars in the night sky. Their mere presence is trouble impersonated. No wonder the king-their uncle- wants them dead. And I've somehow gotten myself mated to both brothers. How the hell did I get myself in this mess!? And wegmatches mates? They must have been sky diving off ogf the moon while intoxicated off dog crap because do they seriously expect me to be a mate to two giant mythical creatures when I don't even know the first thing about Dragons?! Well scratch that, there is two thing I know about Dragons. Twin male dragons to be precise. They are wild untamed beast who thrill off driving me bonkers and yet bring forth the wildest most untamed desire I never knew I possessed. They are beast. Wild ferocious beast! More accurate of what is expected when mating two arrogant Dragon's would be exhausting, confusing, and infuriating. And you better quickly learn that getting a dominant jerk of a male Dragon angry will lead to your house catching on fire 'accidentally' and some hard, pounding of two giant mates into you at supernatural speed later. Some mind blowing, carnal thrust after enraged thrust of knee buckling sex that guarantees at least a week of soreness and the impossibility to even blink much less move afterwards. DO NOT. EVER. MATE WITH DRAGON'S! WARNING *Explicit language and mature themes*