When protection and passion collide. She can run, but she can't hide. Jessica Turner tries her best to blend in. You'd think she's the average B+ Psychology major whose life revolves around decorating her small Boston apartment and never having enough free time between work and school. But Jessica has a past. A dark past that never stops tracking her down, no matter where she goes. She thought she'd covered her tracks this time, but you can't outrun someone determined to find you. Joey Cavannaugh has been on the Boston police force for three years. His number one priority has always been helping people. When the department doesn't take an imminent threat seriously, Joey takes matters into his own hands, breaking rules and risking his career to protect a woman he doesn't even know. But will saving her cost him everything? 2018 Evergreen Books. All rights reserved. Warning: This novel contains graphic sexual encounters, strong language, and other mature content. Reader discretion advised. EXCERPT: As he leaned over with his arms folded, resting on the table, I took a second to admire the way his slightly messy hair fell in front of his face and the back of his black jeans hugged his ass. He glanced up at me, knowing I'd been staring at him, and I felt my face heat up. "I'm going to give you fifteen minutes to grab a bag with some spare clothing, your toothbrush, and whatever necessities. Then we're leaving," Joey ordered. He walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. "If I go with you-" "When you go with me," he corrected. "You will not take your phone or computer because they can be tracked. And now you have fourteen minutes."

Alexa Rivers married Jesse Parker when she was 18, thinking that he was her ultimate one true love. Overtime she was proved to be wrong but her ego won't let her give up and be labeled 'wrong' by everyone who was against their relationship from the very start. She is expecting a promising relationship with Jesse, one filled with stability. What she never expected was to feel something so intense for the first time in her life. And that is one person causing Alexa to lose her mind; Nate Evans, the best man at their wedding.

Christian Hawthorne is a player and he has no shame in admitting that either. There hasn't been a woman who wouldn't want him and he doesn't turn them down; he never has, besides a single exception. His best friend's baby sister, Allison. He could never look besides the fact that she was 18 and he was 27. She would always be a kid in his eyes, after all, he had watched her grow up and couldn't destroy the girl's heart by his player ways and potentially lose his best friend. Six years later, they meet again and he realizes that he had been so wrong. Allison had grown up to be nothing like the kid Christian always thought she was. The only problem is that Allison doesn't want Christian anymore (or at least that's what she tells him). She is beautiful, smart and infuriates Christian to a level he can't comprehend. But despite this, he can't help but crave her.

Taking your best friend's place on a blind date to let the guy down easy was the plan...taking him to bed wasn't.

[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] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[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*

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

[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."

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.