(Mature Content) SHE'S FORBIDDEN FRUIT, BUT THIS FILTHY-MOUTHED BODYGUARD WILL MAKE THIS DEFIANT WOMAN HIS. EVEN IF HE HAS TO TURN HER OVER HIS KNEE TO DO IT. Samuel I protect celebrities- I don't screw them. I definitely don't screw sassy little brats like Miss Diane - not even if she's the hottest mess I've ever seen, a whirlwind of public scandal and bad behavior. She's smart-mouthed, argumentative, and doesn't do a thing I say. And the idea of throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman makes my blood run hot. She's the ultimate in forbidden - bodyguards don't touch girls like her. I could lose everything. But this is one girl I'll bring to her knees. Diane My bodyguard is a royal pain in the a**. He's arrogant, gruff, and the most infuriating man I've ever met. I don't let anyone tell me what to do. But the way Samuel orders me around makes my knees go weak, and the dirty promises he breathes in my ear make me wet. Girls like me don't hook up with their bodyguards - it's the ultimate transgression. And they definitely don't fall in love.


(Completed) Jordan Knight walked into my loft, without warning, and I tried to take him out with my 7 iron. How was I supposed to know my fiancé, Jon, had invited his brother to live with us? The last thing I need is a big, intimidating, hard-to-read Navy SEAL houseguest. I am in wedding planning hell, and my unhelpful fiancé, Jon, is behaving increasingly erratic. I have so many questions. Why is Jon acting cold and distant? Why won't either of these men talk about the dark secret they share? And what color should I choose for my wedding? I'm valiantly hanging onto my future, trying to get Jon and myself over the finish line (our wedding day) but things are getting complicated. Jordan makes me aware of things I'm not yet willing to admit - I'm lonely, hurt and afraid of how my relationship is failing. I'm the good girl you bring home to your mom. I'm the virgin, saving myself for marriage. I want my happy ending. So why is everything falling apart?

[Leaving Nov 11th] "No, no. I want you to crawl. Hands and knees, Ms. Nielson." . . . Aubrey Nielson gets more than she bargained for when she accepts a position as a tutor for the three children of a wealthy, British businessman. Augustine Montgomery has become closed off after the death of his wife and has grown distant from his children. While attempting to mend the family's relationships, Aubrey finds herself falling into a much more provocative position with the widower. Cover designed by Regina Dionela © 2021 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

To create. That's what Gianna Alexie wanted to do ever since she was a little Gia. After graduating college, the woman vowed to create a book for the world to love, though she knew she'll be needing help. Help came in the form of her mentor, Keenan Travino, a man more than a decade her senior with thin patience, a love for cigarettes and bourbon, and as many issues as the clever tricks up his sleeves. - COMPLETED BUT UNEDITED - 1ST DRAFT - PAPERBACK NOW AVAILABLE

ʻʻWhat's forbidden is always the sweetest.ʼʼ This is a story where you're going to hate him. You might even hate her. The two people who are doing something very wrong in other people's eyes, but to them it's the most right thing they've ever done. He consumes her whole. He's a bastard and she hates him at times. But there's a thin line between hate and love. And she can't help herself but fall in love with him. Even if her love should never happen, even if she loves the man she should never have. He's not the man for her, she's not the woman for him. Yet they still let themselves get sucked into the depth of forbidden pleasures.

Flirting with a patient is fine . . . as long as it doesn't go further. . . . Sabine is a talented nurse starting her dream job when she meets her newest, flirtatious patient, Ziggy. When Ziggy receives a life-changing diagnosis, he turns to Sabine for help to make it through. As their relationship turns to dependence, Sabine tries to maintain her professionalism enough to support him while he fights for his life. . . . Trigger warnings: This story contains uncomfortable depictions of a serious illness and contains mature content including language, sexual situations, and drug references. Intended for mature audiences only. ©2020 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved

[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]

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

[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."