I remember the first time I saw Raven Beaumont, all five feet of pure gorgeousness. Thrown out of his home by his stepmother after his father's passin', my sister found him on the streets. Lord only knows the kind of temptation that boy offered and knowin' he was in love with me made it all the more harder. He was too young, too inexperienced for a man like me and so I had to cut him loose. After a date gone wrong Raven returned home broken inside and the only way I knew to bring him back was with love. Love I didn't want to give him in the first place. hell with letting him go. That one taste of him had me hooked like a fish. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE. There will be some instances/scenes/ suggestions of sexual acts and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Copyright © 2018 by @notbackingdown All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied or printed without express permission from the Author. Published: 14/03/2016 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

"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.

Adam Saunders and Rory Tanning have barely been housemates for a month but are really close - both living the life of every young adult, the only drama being girls, boys and getting drunk at parties. But one bite from a werewolf soon changes all that. - Copyright © 2012 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.