Make Her Nasty is a filthy, emotional, high-heat urban erotica where one week of pleasure turns a billionaire virgin into a full blown savage-and the man hired to please her might just lose himself in the process. Xena Alexander is 24, untouched, and uninterested in love. A billionaire CEO with a body made to ruin men and a schedule that leaves no time for them, she's done pleasing herself and done waiting for the right one. She wants to be taught. Broken in. Turned out. That's where Sire Obasi comes in. He's no typical escort-new to the game, all muscle, dreadlocks, tattoos, and that slow, deep voice that drips with sin. He's in it for the money. One client. One week. Easy. Until she opens her thighs... And her mouth. And starts asking for more. In private villas, on yachts, in first-class seats and outdoor showers, Sire turns Xena into his nasty little freak-teaching her every filthy thing her untouched body craves. But the more she begs, the deeper he falls. Because this job was supposed to be about sex... not feelings. Now he's possessive. Raw. Addicted. She wanted to feel like a slut. He wanted a paycheck. Neither expected to catch feelings in the middle of the filth. But when it's time to say goodbye, will they walk away clean or stay dirty forever? Make Her Nasty is a grown-ass erotic love story-packed with slow burning tension, filthy dialogue, raw emotions, and the kind of scenes that'll have your thighs pressed tight. He doesn't just fuck her... he changes her. And she loves every damn minute of it. Warning: This book is not for the shy. Proceed wet.

Rayne's mouth is reckless, her curves dangerous, and her walls built high. But Khalil's not just anyone-he's the man who's been waiting to break her down slowly... then bend her over and make her beg. They've danced around the edge for years-grinding tension, late-night stares, and filthy thoughts masked as jokes. But when hands start roaming and moans replace words, the game turns primal. He knows exactly how she likes to be touched. She knows exactly how to make him lose control. Clothes come off. Rules get thrown out. And the only thing left is sweat, teeth, and her voice trembling as she finally moans his name. Because once he has her, he's not letting go. Not until she admits who really owns that body. Some names sound different when you moan them.

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

Kensley wasn't sure what she wanted in life until she met Elijah. Elijah had everything he wanted in life, and then he met Kensley. Despite both their better judgment, a reckless romance ensues, leaving many casualties along the way.

"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

Sairose, a maid at the prestigious Chopard estate, finds herself entangled in a clandestine romance with Ledger, the boss's son. While Ledger worships the ground she walks on, he struggles to openly express his love due to his family's disdain for those beneath them. Growing weary of their hidden relationship, Sairose's frustration intensifies when a captivating stranger arrives, promising her the fulfillment of her desires and beyond. As secrets unravel within the manor's opulent walls, Sairose faces a life-altering choice - to hold onto her clandestine love or surrender to the temptation of a promising seduction.