[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] “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]

This is a sample only. H2KAI is now available for purchase on Amazon! eBook: http://www.amazon.com/How-Kill-Incubus-Kimber-Lee-ebook/dp/B00ZVC9S8C Don't forget to leave a review! Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/How-Kill-Incubus-Kimber-Lee/dp/1680303880/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Book #1: Rae couldn't exactly deny what Andrei, the king of the incubi, said so matter-of-factly. But she is her father's daughter and having a forbidden liaison with a demon king is not something her father would have approved of. With just one glance from Andrei's piercing cerulean eyes, however, she found herself being plunged into delightful unknown territories, and only half-caring whether she should sink or swim. Should she fight her unholy-but oh-so-delicious-attraction to the dark lord or just give in to the indescribable enticing pleasures he brings her? Rae certainly has grave decisions to think about.

[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*

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY WAS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED AS CAPTIVE OF HIS BED. IT WILL BE REWRITTEN UNDER A DIFFERENT PEN NAME WITH A NEW PEN NAME A A DIFFERENT PLOT. When Emilie catches her boyfriend of three years cheating on her, it sets in motion the cataclysm for her to explore her darkest, deepest fantasies. In a realm where lust knows no bounds, Asher Corvington, the Devil of Manhattan and Connor Hill, the Playboy Baron emerge as the enigmatic figures of her sexual awakening. Soon, Emilie finds herself working with Asher to reform his public image after a toxic leak at one of his manufacturing plants leads to a massive environmental disaster. But amidst the glitter and wealth of the upper echelons of Manhattan, where every whispered secret is a currency of power, Emilie is aware that should her plunge into a world of decadent pleasure become public knowledge it could unravel the carefully cultivated "good girl" façade she's worn for years. The two men she shares filthy nights with could be her ruin. A PR princess... A Devil... And a filthy Baron what could go wrong?

"Do you still have the same feelings for me?" He gently asks. I avert my gaze and look down at the floor. I want to scream at him and say no. I want him to feel what I felt when he treated me the way he did. But damn it, my heart was telling me otherwise. If anything, my feelings for him grew even stronger despite everything that happened. I don't know if you call it love or not, but I know that the feelings are there. "Yes." I whisper, not looking back at him. -------------------------- Elizabeth Ennis was currently fired from her recent job. Thus now giving her this free time of finally thinking about men that her nagging mother has been pestering her about. Evidently, she found a new job that pays well only to the account of her hot, sexy boss known as Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith is a man who likes to get his way and no one should get in the way of what he wants. And what he wants is Elizabeth. But Elizabeth doesn't see the point in being in a relationship with her boss, therefore making things difficult for him. Then comes in Ian Smith. Elizabeth doesn't realize that he's one of the brothers to Mr. Smith and she happens to fall for him. Just like Mr. Smith, Ian is hot and sexy but personality wise, he's the total opposite of him. But dating Ian will cause complications between Elizabeth and Mr. Smith that are life changing.

My hands are bound, both cuffed to either side of the bed. His lips dangerously caress my cheek, causing my neurones to explode into small buzzing symphonies. I snarl, my growl not doing anything to protect me. "Mhmm... I kinda like this position. You, handcuffed to my bed and me on top." His whisper makes my stomach slightly drop, the words making me forcibly close my legs at the sudden arousal that hit me. *** When Eva finds her mate, she knows that everything is going to change especially when her mate, Adonis, doesn't feel the bond. Adonis cannot understand why the little female keeps referring to him as his mate, but nontheless there was something about her that intrigued him. The only thing that's for certain is that there's a small primal part of him that wants to claim her, mark her, fuck her then tie her to his bed to continuously do it again and again. THIS BOOK IS NOT COMPLETE!!

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." He yelled glaring at me. I couldn't help my tears. Why is he doing this? "Honey, Hunter please listen-" I started but he just cut me off. "DON'T CALL ME THAT." He said taking a threatening steps toward me. "You are so good." He said grabbing my arm harshly. I lowered my gaze. "I gave you everything." He said coldly. "And you go sleep around. And with my damn brother." He said which just made me angry. "I did not cheat on you Hunter." I said loudly. "If you could just listen to me." I pleaded crying harder. "Get your ass out of my house now!" He said dangerously. "Hunter, please." I said putting my hand on his arm. "Hunter, I'm pre-" He cut me off again. "Just get your things and leave." He said walking away. Twenty years old Stella Simmons thought was happy, didn't think that someone would want to harm her. She was married to Hunter Knight, the only man she ever loved. Ignoring the fact that he was ten years her senior, she gave him everything. Everything wasn't enough apparently. Be careful who you trust... *****

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved