[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]

When good girl highschooler Ellie falls in love with an ex-convict, old family secrets come back to haunt them and keep them apart. ***** Living up to her "good girl" reputation had never been an issue for Ellie Browning, a small town Australian highschooler. That is until she meets Haze. Handsome, tattooed, and with a criminal past, he is everything she was taught to avoid. Unable to control their feelings, the two form an unbreakable bond that unearths family secrets and emotional turmoil for Ellie and everyone she has ever loved. With all odds against them, Ellie and Haze must ultimately choose between their love and familial obligations. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

Emily she was a normal teenager until the bad boy asked her out . They fell in love and one day they had sex . One problem Emily was pregnant Evan didn't know. He moved away and they both finished school but never saw each other again. She had her baby and named it Mira . She got employed at the cupcake shop called butterflies day . When this customer comes in they see each other again with changes, children, and mostly love.

He was supposed to kill me. I had done the unthinkable. I called the cops on him, on his family, but he let me live. We became friends, and then... we fell in love. Lucy Ives is a foster kid, running from her turbulent past. On her first night in New York City, she accidentally calls the cops on the mafia. But when their fixer comes to kill her, he ends up sparing her life in exchange for a favor-be his fake fiancé or die. Note: This is a full-length novel with sexually mature situations unsuitable for underage audiences. Please, proceed with caution.

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[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.

[THIS PREVIEW/SAMPLE IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED] Okay, so I know some of you had issues viewing the prologue on Radish, so here ya go. Also, a HUGE shoutout to @bullethood, who made the covers for all three books in this series. You are one awesome unicorn. Thank you <3 "Vegas is the City of Sin, so why should I be good? His name is Sin because that's what he is. Over six feet of sin, all wrapped up in a muscular, tattooed, green-eyed and dark-haired package just begging to be unwrapped. You can blame it on the alcohol, but I blame it on him. Funny thing is, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas..." Nicole broke Sin's heart years ago without knowing he even had one to begin with. Sin should hate her. And he does. Or so he says. When the biggest mistake of his lifetime puts her in his life again, who is he to say hell, no and resist her? Because if there's one thing Sin knows how to do, it's sin, and he's on a mission to completely ruin the woman who ruined him.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*