A Cursed Alpha. A Made Omega. A Deadly Game. .෴. Every ten years, Lycanotropes host a competition to choose the Alpha Supreme. Every ten years, 20 competitors participate. Only a quarter survive. When Elise Attwood is offered freedom in exchange of accompanying Alpha Luke Winters on the Hunt, she has no reason to refuse. After 8 weeks of blood, mayhem, fruitless feeling and dark secrets, will things ever remain the same? .෴. #1 badboyinlove_ 28 May, 2021 #3 Omega_ 1June, 2021 #4 Complete_ 1June, 2021 #4 funny_ 25 June, 2021 #1 hunter_18 Aug, 2021 #1 competition_23 July, 2021

Bonnie was her family secrect slave they keep in hiding just to take out when every needed like some holiday props. One day they had push it over the line that caused her to run away. She soon stumbled apon a very lost and lone handsome men. But things turned for the worst when the stepped in charted pack area where she soon mets her mate. Maurice Ander Johnson was longing for a mate for as long as he could remember . He is currently ruling his pack with and iron fist. Maurice isn't always cruel or emotionless with family and close friends he's just a big old soft. What happend when he goes to a bar and stumble apon his mate who can rule beside him and his pack

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*

[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)

[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]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[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."

[THIS PREVIEW/SAMPLE IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED] Okay, so I know some of you had issues viewing the prologue on Radish, so here ya go. Also, a HUGE shoutout to @bullethood, who made the covers for all three books in this series. You are one awesome unicorn. Thank you <3 "Vegas is the City of Sin, so why should I be good? His name is Sin because that's what he is. Over six feet of sin, all wrapped up in a muscular, tattooed, green-eyed and dark-haired package just begging to be unwrapped. You can blame it on the alcohol, but I blame it on him. Funny thing is, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas..." Nicole broke Sin's heart years ago without knowing he even had one to begin with. Sin should hate her. And he does. Or so he says. When the biggest mistake of his lifetime puts her in his life again, who is he to say hell, no and resist her? Because if there's one thing Sin knows how to do, it's sin, and he's on a mission to completely ruin the woman who ruined him.