Most women describe Iver Hamilton to be sexy, suave, and sophisticated. He is sex on legs and a total man-whore. But when Talia Conners first meets the sexgod, an asshole is the only way she knows how to describe him, a self-centred, stubborn, egotistical bastard. He is a ruthless business tycoon and has no respect for anyone but himself. Talia can't be within two feet of him let alone work for him. But later when Talia meets Cassio and it seems as if everything is working itself out, one stupid mistake changes everything. Talia will have to deal with the consequences. Suddenly life no longer follows Talia's schedule. Her plan didn't involve juggling a boyfriend, a egotistical boss, a gay brother, a homophobic father and her dream of becoming a photographer. Life's not easy it's complicated and Talia will have to learn this the hard way. Join Talia on her journey where she soon discovers that there is no use crying over spilt coffee. His arrival in Paris as her new boss will change her life forever. For better...or for worse? Read on and find out!

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Rae, Part 2: 18+ Only - This book will not make sense if you don't read the first one.] Pregnant, barefoot and on a mission: Rae Erickson can blame hormones for making her so...bloodthirsty. She's pissed off with the demon hunter who's made the father of her unborn children his personal whipping boy. She's pissed off with the fallen angel who's made it his mission to piss her off. But most of all, she's pissed off with the father of her babies - who thinks he's doing her a solid by letting her go. Morning sickness, demon-hunting 101 and a weird craving for chocolate sauce in her cereal won't get in the way of her planning her happily ever after - even if she has to kill to do it. Because until her water breaks, she won't...

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

[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] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

Ethan Salvay drives expensive cars and lives life like a king. No one thought that this billionaire was going to fall in love. But...always expect life to take unexpected turns... Dana Johnson is a hard worker. She is smart, witty and knows just how to put guys like Ethan Salvay in their place. The day their paths crossed, their fates intertwined...without them even realizing it. But both have damaged pasts...will that get in the way of this couple's happily ever after?

29-year-old Rikki Santana is no stranger when it comes to taking her clothes off. To her, dancing in a room filled with strangers barely dressed is nothing. But attempting to be someone's best friend after years on her own? That's where she finds her morals to become a bit twisted. I mean, after all... just within the few months of their friendship, she's already breaking the number o n e rule in girl code. Sleeping with her best friend's husband. And not only that- but she's sleeping with her boss too. A short story filled with strong explicit content. ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

At age 25, Imani Forde doesn't quite know what to do when a house fire makes her lose everything that she has. She isn't sure how she will cope until she is offered a large amount of money in return for her taking on a job with the iciest human on earth. Handsome, intelligent and complicated are three words that can be used to describe Vincent Pellegrino. Son of multi millionaire Giovanni Pellegrino, taking over the family business is what is expected out of him. But expectations and reality prove to be two different things when it comes to Vincent. When their two worlds collide, an act of kindness begins a spiral of emotions for the both of them. THIS IS IN AN INTERRACIAL BW/WM. I AM SIMPLY MAKING YOU AWARE SO THAT YOU KNOW. IF RACE REALLY PLAYS A BIG PART IN YOUR ENJOYMENT THEN I'M SORRY GUYS, YOU PROBABLY WON'T LIKE IT. :D Happy Reading.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.