Kayla Branson is the daughter of the Alpha of the Goldenmoon Pack. She is beautiful and stubborn, but also brave and strong. Cameron Johnson is the Alpha of the Bluegrass Pack. He is sexy, ruthless, possessive, and has deadly a secret about his parents. What happens when their packs team up and they find out they are mates? WARNING// STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND MATURE LANGUAGE

[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.

[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]

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

Needs editing and will be editing soon Alexis Miller is a 23 year old who is freshly out of college. She was hired right on the spot, when the owner 30 year old Levi Matthews was away on business. When he returns he is shocked to see that he has a different personal assistant. He's very arrogant, intimidating and demanding. Alexis thinks he is one of the biggest assholes she's ever met, but once she gets to know him she see's a side of him that she never thought was possible. Does she fall in love with him? Does he fall in love with her? Who pursues who? PREVIEW: "Tell me this doesn't feel right." As he leans in for another kiss, I let out a soft gasp as my heart is pounding. His kiss so warm and gentle, making me feel week at the knees. His tongue slipping inside my mouth so gentle but yet so demanding. I suddenly feel drunk from his kiss, I feel like I'm melting. He lifts me up carrying me to the bed, gently laying me down. My heart feels like it's going to explode. His body laying on top of mine is satisfying I feel all of him pressed against me. His hands all over me his scent is electrifying, sending jolts all through my body. My fingers run through his hair as they entwine in his hair pressing him harder against mine. He softly grabs my hair pulling my head back for access to my neck. Placing soft kisses along my neck and softly sucking the soft spot behind my ear, as my breathing becomes so erratic.

*BOOK TWO* (Can he read as standalone) **THIS BOOK IS FULLY PUBLISHED NOW ON AMAZON. FIFTEEN CHAPTERS FROM THE END OF THIS BOOK HAVE BEEN REMOVED!! ** ••• Mara always assumed her mate would be a man from her own Pack. A good man. Not a sadistic, sinful Alpha named Kaden. Alpha Kaden. He's a man of riddles and cryptic puzzles. His identity is one of them. His touch, another. And what he loves most in this world, is a game. And one night, he steals Mara from her bed, and makes her a player. When escaping his riddles means punishment, Mara finds herself questioning what is real, and what is not. But that all changes, when Mara discovers the truth behind his touch... ••• *Book Two in the Alpha series* (Not necessary to read the first book Alpha Landon -Available on my profile.) *mature themes and language* (I am part of Wattpad Futures, so you will see ads)

Carlos Larves, he was the king of romancing (well in his head, he was). He knew how to trigger your self-control and he relished on your discomfort. He gave pleasure, the right amount of passion and if necessary there'd be just an ounce of pain. Carlos, he called himself the inducer. And for him Tori was simple. He wanted her beyond compare that no one else would understand because she wasn't just one of his usual conquests but so much more. She was different and he wanted her to feel what he could do before anything else. Tori Battes, she was a simple college student living in California who came from a small town in Tennessee. She needed a work when she decided she wanted to go on her own and when she finally got a work as a housekeeper, she didn't know she would be in the house of this so called "inducer" with a twist of an oblivious past history. There was a secret behind Carlos that she didn't even know to begin with, it was something she would have to find out but not until Carlos fucked with her mental stability first. Let's journey with them. NB: this story is intended for audiences 18+ years or older, but if you think this story would stimulate you, go ahead.