Sofia Moretti thought Nico de Luca has hated her since they were kids. With his cold demeanour and icy stares, it was no wonder she thought so. But the line between love and hate is all too thin, and it isn't long before Nico's obsession is revealed...

When six former Navy SEALs walk into Dr. Seraphina Mitchell's clinic, she expects another routine consultation. What she doesn't expect is to become their missing piece. Sera's world shattered when tragedy left her carrying her late sister's baby. Now, as a renowned therapist, she's determined to heal what's broken, starting with the stubborn ex-SEAL commander who refuses to believe he can walk again. But as professional boundaries blur and life gets complicated, Sera discovers these six men might be exactly what she needs to heal her own wounded heart. Sometimes the family you choose is the one that saves you.

She planned a life alone. He planned a life to own. Only one will get what they plan. Set it Regency England. Erotic content with power exchange including bondage, domestic discipline, spanking, etc. Keep in mind the era and the power exchange kink (AKA BDSM). Simply put this is a kinky book that may offend. You have been warned. First in the series of Autumn Club books. *** He lowered his head to her ear. "Good evening, kitten," he whispered. "You are always such a good girl for me, aren't you? Allowing me to pet you without complaint." His wrapped fingers moved so they rested over her covered breast, and a gasp again escaped Katrina's lips. She leaned back a little in to him. She wasn't sure if she was trying to move away from the touch or closer to his body. She knew this was wrong and she should run away, but his touch was addictive.

My eyes narrow. "What do you want? If it's just to annoy me, I'd much rather go back to sleep." "Ah, ah, pet," he says. My breath hitches at the name. Pet. What happened to my actual name? He's the nice one. Playful grins matched with a wink here and there but that smile is absent as he moves his forefinger back and forth in a chastising manner. "You were given three days to settle in. Your bratty behavior will no longer be tolerated." I can't help how my hands travel back to the safety of my shirt. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor beside their feet. "Kneel." * I hated the new world. Years ago, vampires left the shadows to devour what little light humans had left to offer. They didn't want peace-they wanted power. When I was sixteen, the government and leaders of the old world were overthrown to make way for the new. My family, my future, my freedom...gone. I hated vampires. Until them. *** Please read the first part of this story titled 'Before You Read' to get a better idea of what this book entails. This is not a book suitable for everyone.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae AliensxHuman MxFxM A defiant human tourist is violently claimed by the formidable Twin Kings of a hedonistic alien world. Forced into their opulent den and gilded cage, she must navigate their possessive obsession, their pleasure fueled harem, and her own treacherous desires, all while fighting for a freedom that could cost her everything or rewrite the rules of an empire.

"Bastard." She whispered. "Your bastard." He whispered back. ~~~~~~~~★~~~~~~~~ A shy at first girl but wild once you get to know her. Her innocence is nothing but mock. Behind her curious, innocent eyes lie a woman who'll make their knees shake. In more ways than one. When she meets three of the most handsome, devilish, and sinful men to exist, she can't help but wish she could have them all. And that she does. When things hit its peak, she has all three of them wrapped around her finger. Despite them being her dominants. As the past catches up to them, secrets are revealed. Feelings are hurt. And blood is shed. An angel with her wings dipped in blood. • • • WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY MATURE SCENES AND LANGUAGE. IT IS A SOMEWHAT SLOWBURN, BUT THINGS MOVE A BIT QUICKLY. IT WILL ALSO BE A LONG ONE.

⛧𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌⛧ ₊ ⊹ ⟡ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏. ⟡ ⊹ ₊ "Good girls don't take three cocks in one night," Rehaan growls into her ear, voice all cruel smirk and thick command. Leya whimpers-knees spread, cheeks tear-streaked, her innocence wrecked on satin sheets. Neel forces her to look at herself in the mirror. "See that mess dripping down your thighs, baby? That's what shame looks like." Akshar's fingers grip her jaw, forcing her to swallow every word like it's gospel. "No more blushing. Say it. Say you're our filthy little toy." She was untouched. Now she begs to be ruined. Again. And again. And again. "𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?"

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

*Rule #1 Don't stare. It's rude and suspicious. *Rule #2 Don't look them in the eyes. It can sometimes be seen as a challenge. *Rule #3 Always remember that they're practically animals. *Rule #4 (By far the most important rule) Never ever forget your wrap at home. Four simple rules. That's all I have to follow. With those four rules I'm seen as just "one of the guys". Which is fine by me. After all, playing Division 1 Mens Hockey at the college level is hard enough, but being a girl on that level? It's unheard of. So if wearing baggy clothing and befriending the medical staff keeps me known as a "guy" then so be it. Eventually though its not enough. Boys are practically hounds, they can smell girls. And all it takes is one slip up and the whole team will know I'm a girl. But maybe everyone knowing won't be such a bad thing. After all, hockey boys are pretty hot. Well some of them. It doesn't help that my body seems determined to end my hockey career too. Everything used to be so quiet and simple, but lately everything is so complicated. Oh boy. I just want to play hockey. ~~~~~~ Warning: This book contains lots of swearing. Some of the content may also be triggering. This book contains themes of Abuse, Trauma, Sexual Assault, and Depression. Read with Caution. There may also be a few steamy scenes. This is a Reverse Harem Romance

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"