A female demon enjoys spending her time seducing men, and luring them into bed. But what happens when she finds a certain man, and starts to have feelings for him? He makes her his, claiming her love. Will Alana continue with her evil ways, or give up her games for the man she loves?

“Don’t say it, don’t ask it, I wouldn’t be able to say no,” he whispered, his voice full of desire. “I can’t…we can’t…not yet, not now.” He lifted my chin slowly with his finger again. His eyes almost pleaded with mine to ask him and not ask him in, but the smart logical thing to do would be to wait - not complicate this even more. Not while there was still risk involved. * Sonja Winters has finally been able to start picking up the broken pieces of her personal life with the help of therapy after leaving an abusive ex. With her career picking up she thinks things can only get better, until circumstances out of her control bring unwelcome change to her perfected routine. Evan Jacobs partners with a longtime friend to start their own medical practice together, but when they take a meeting with the new web designer, he’s shocked. Didn’t he just see that woman on the couch - on his couch? He can’t afford to have history repeat itself. Neither of them expected to find the other in therapy or expected being 'On the Couch' to be so ... stimulating. © 2013-2014 Amanda Nichols

** REDUCED TO A PREVIEW IN PREP FOR PUBLICATION ** **This book is the sequel to TRYST** *TRYST was published on 3/17/15 and is available on all ebook retailers* Without having to hide under the secrecy of their illicit trysts, Skyler and Blake are ready to take the emotional leap of starting a committed relationship, and both can’t wait for it to begin. But with their rising love, only ever comes rising obstacles. With Blake’s growing fame, Skyler having to question her future in the form of opportunities she never saw coming, and an environment both don’t know how to tackle, will love be able to conquer all? What do you do when you’re trying to see, let alone think clearly and all you can see and hear are flashing lights?

[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)

[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."

[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]

Professionals. Doing unprofessional things ^^ Warning: Rated M for Mature ^^ It contains scenes with adult language, funny violence, horrible sex, disgusting humor, and crackamolees which may not be suitable for younger audiences. Do not proceed if below 18 years of age.

[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*

"I... Uh..." He put his finer up to my lips to stop me from talking. "Sh..." He hushed softly. His hard body connected mine, making him sigh in deep pure pleasure. I gulped. "I will take care of this for you....." He heatedly whispered into my ear. Arron Massad was the man of every girl's dream. Rich, protective, strong, tall, and drop dead sexy. He has everything he wants, the girls and the fame. He is engaged and he is happy. But that was only what he thought. One day, he finds a strange boy on the side of the street. Shirtless, low shorts snug on his waist, and looking homeless. Being the man that Arron is, he helps the boy. He brings him to his home, feeds him, and makes sure he feels welcome. But an unexpected turn of events happens. The boy pushed himself on Arron, drowning him in a deep sexual kiss. Arron finds the power in him to push the boy off. He simply answers with: "Is this not what you picked me up