SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

Bella's heartbreak brings Aurora Swan back to Forks. She's angry and protective, ready to despise every Cullen on sight. But when Carlisle returns to the hospital, Aurora learns the real problem isn't avoiding him. It's the way he keeps looking at her like she's someone worth staying for. Bella is healing and Aurora is slowly losing her grip. And Carlisle Cullen has never been more patient. - there will be smut in this just give me some time to get over my embarrassment of it!

OC x Carlisle Cullen / Caius When Bella Swan disappears after her wedding, her family is left with half-truths and unanswered calls. Weeks turn into months, and all Clara hears is that her sister is "sick" and "needs time." But Bella's distant words don't sound like her anymore - and the silence that follows feels like betrayal. As Bella's strange new life unfolds far away, Clara struggles to hold her family together - especially their father, who still believes his eldest daughter will come home. But when Bella finally reappears, changed in ways Clara can't explain, old wounds reopen. The sister she loved is both familiar and utterly foreign. Drawn into the orbit of the Cullens, Clara finds herself unexpectedly confiding in Dr. Carlisle Cullen - the man who once seemed only her sister's friend. His calm understanding becomes her anchor in a world that makes less and less sense. Yet the more she learns, the more she senses the truth he cannot tell her... and the quiet ache between them neither can admit. In a place where truth is deadly and love is no longer human, Clara must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk for someone who stopped being mortal long ago.

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

"This is what happens when you try to take away what is ours," he whispered into my ear, causing me to shiver. "We'll strip you down, tie you up, and never let you go. You're our perfect little slave, aren't you?" ~ One gift. One threat. One stalker. And she lost everything. Emma had everything she could've wanted; A membership at the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, the sweetest best friend she could've ever asked for, and three devilishly handsome men with a talent for making all her desires come true-until he arrived. Hidden in the dark, in crowds, behind gifts and screens, he follows her, tracks her, watch her. Wanting her. Emma knew danger was stalking her, trying to take her away from everyone, but most of all from them. The first gift came with a warning, how many would she get before the warning became a threat? And a threat became a promise? Could she ignore the warning, or did she have to give away what her heart treasured the most? Or were the men she needed to run from the ones she should be running towards? ~ "You look perfect like this. All naked. All bound. All ours," one of them growled; the finality of his statement felt like a branding on my bare skin. I wanted the branding to sting, to burn-to forever keep me at my masters' side, like an invisible mark linking my life with their life. My soul with their soul. But I knew, nothing would ever be final as long as he was still there, lurking. Waiting. Wanting. This book contains steamy, erotic scenes, age-gap romance with multiple men, and filthy language. Two chapters will be posted 31. December at 12 PM (GMT), then one chapter every other day.

This is the sequel to 'We Desire You' it is not a standalone pls read 'We Desire You' before reading this one. This book focuses a little bit more on Nate and Mateo, and sheds light on their dynamic together with Grace at the end of the book. Her POV: He says I'm his but I just don't know it. I just want to go home, I want to go see my baby, and my guys. I know telling him I'm theirs is not going to work so I take it, I take everything he dishes out. My guys will find me, I know they will, I just need to buy time. I meet someone unexpected and I break free when I get back to them I get everything I ever wanted and a few unexpected surprises. I'm theirs not his. His POV: She was taken right off our front porch, was taken and by the only other man, who would dare do that. I want to kill him, I want to kill the bastard that took her from me. When I discover my best friend has been holding out on how he actually feels, it clicks, it feels right. I love him, in more ways than one. He thought he would destroy what we have with our Angel if he told me but if only he knew. I am going to kill this monster that has taken my Angel from me, then I will show my best friend just how deeply I feel for him. I will show him and my Angel just how far I will go for them both, and I will love every fucking minute of it. Book cover is by rebecacovers on Fiver! Trigger warnings: assault, sexual assault, mentions of rape, abuse from previous relationship, dom/sub play.

Book One in the Sinners and Saints series. --- 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬. ___ After a tragic accident, Veronica's life changed in many ways. Good and bad, you name it. She's built a pedestal for herself. She tries her best to keep those awful memories of her past locked away in the darkest depths of her being, but triggers are always being pulled. Nightmares, panic attacks and walls that can not be broken... She has forgotten what home feels like. That comfortable, and welcoming place that others call home, she has lost the feeling of that. She only knows the feeling of discomfort and hate. The question is... Will she find a place called home? • Completed | Not edited • Started: September 27th 2021 Completed: August 9th 2022

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.