"𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚..." | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | ''You want to test mе Grace?'' he mumbled, moving dangerously close to me. I can smell his cologne on my skin, making me hold my breath as I stare at his cold green eyes, crashing my soul in two. ''Try me and I'll gladly fuck you in front of your precious brother, right here, right now and I'll enjoy every fucking second of it'' "It's up to you Grace'' he drawled with an amused tone ''Are you sure you want to play this game with me?'' • • • Started: 22 July 2021 Finished: 5 October 2022

"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜é 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬" | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | | A contract between two powerful families. A girl that was promised to the first-born son of the King family. But she sets her eyes on 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧. And for her it felt like 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 to flirt with 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. • • •

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

🥵😈💋Smut/18+💋😈🥵 The Red Dragon wasn't someone you saw. He was a name whispered in back alleys and late-night strategy meetings. A shadow behind the curtain. An apex predator among scavengers. If you met him face to face, odds were you wouldn't live to tell the story. Kai stepped into the light, slow, deliberate, his footsteps echoing. The black suit molded to his massive frame like a second skin. Nearly seven feet tall, built like something forged in a war god's temple-broad shoulders, thick chest, long powerful limbs. Black ink creeping from his throat and hands, hints of old scars peeking out when he moved. But it was his face that unmade men. Chiseled jaw. Cold, unreadable expression. And his eyes-black as midnight and twice as merciless. There was no warmth in them. No forgiveness. Just a still, coiled violence.

😈💋🙊WARNING/SMUT/18+🙊💋😈 ORC SMUT He was still so tall, even kneeling, his head almost at Missy's shoulder, his immense presence still dominating the room. His dark, wild hair hung over his shoulders and back, a thick, untamed mane, and the muscles on his back rippled under his flannel shirt with the movement, a breathtaking display of raw power. Missy knew. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her, with a primal hunger that vibrated in the air around them.

Adrienne Bertrand only came to Provence, France to escape her life in America, her toxic relationship with boyfriend Ryan, and to find and reinvent herself in silk and sunlight as an au pair for the wealthy Delamarche family. But Dominic-the silver-tongued patriarch-saw through her before she unpacked her bags. She likes his attention, his gifts, the way he makes her feel seen. She likes the way he fucks her, too. Dominic's married-but his wife Bianka is never around, and Adri doesn't care. To Dom, Adri is more than a distraction. She's beautiful, smart, and dangerous enough to make him imagine forever. But maybe she's just another trophy-something to own, to parade, to keep. Then there's Matthias. Dominic's son. The one who won't give her the time of day. She should leave Mattie alone. Instead, she aches for him, chases the thrill of his indifference, until lust turns into obsession-for both of them. In this house, desire is currency. Boundaries don't exist. And Adri-lonely, self-destructive, desperate to be loved-finds herself pulled into a spiral of obsession, betrayal, and impossible hunger. She thinks she can keep them all. She thinks she can survive their poison. But everyone here is a villain-and she might be the worst of them all.

'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

Samantha Citrouille's anxiety won't stop her from attending London Fashion Week and collecting a lifetime industry award. After all, when iconic designer Karl Lagerfeld requests your presence at an exclusive party, you have to jump on a plane. Even if you're deathly afraid of flying. While white-knuckling it on the turbulent flight from Florida, Samantha's seated in business class next to a handsome stranger named Colin King. His low, smooth voice helps calm her nerves. But her panic reaches its peak when the plane is forced to land in Iceland due to mechanical failure. Distraught, she's horrified to discover that all hotels are booked due to a summer solstice festival. As the world's top designer of tropical resort clothing, Samantha _ known as Sam C. to her legions of fans _ is used to luxury at her Palm Beach estate, not sleeping on airport benches with only a pashmina wrap for a blanket. Her impossibly sexy seat-mate Colin kindly offers to share his accommodations, because a business contact owns a sleek pied-à-terre in Reykjavik. Samantha, emotionally wrung out, agrees for what she thinks is one quick night. A freak volcano eruption forces Samantha and Colin to stay in the Icelandic capitol for a long weekend, and the two have nothing better to do than share cocktails, bare their past sins in conversation, and indulge in each other under the midnight sun. But things become complicated after their idyllic fantasy weekend together. Colin, a self-described modern-day rake, is sure he's finally found the woman of his dreams. But Samantha, who has her own fears and ghosts of the past, isn't so certain. She'd rather fly around the world, twice, than have her heart broken again.

Meeting billionaire Caleb turns erotica writer Emma's fiction into steamy reality, opening her to a new life of tantalizing highs and unexpected heartbreak. From the moment Emma Price meets Caleb King at a charity reading event, neither can deny their sizzling chemistry. However, what starts off as casual begins to turn into more when the pair start exploring each other's sexual fantasies while still growing their intimacy outside the bedroom. It was something they didn't expect-coming from two separate worlds-but there's no doubt in their minds that taking the risk for love will be worth it in the end. Oh, and another thing they didn't expect? Caleb going missing in Brazil three months after their wedding and with a baby on the way. [[Wattys 2018 Longlist]] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||