Y/n and Dr. Spencer Reid have been friends the moment she joined the team, but their interest in one another begins to change. Will this blossoming romance thrive in the midst of mania?

Kyana of Cintra is a mistake. An incredibly powerful, dangerous mistake. Plagued by a troubled past, Kyana is the only female Witcher, the giver of death and destruction. Known as cold, sarcastic and sure of what she wanted, Kyana isn't a soul to be messed with. In her stream of work, it's kill or be killed. There's no room for friends or love or feeling of any kind. Everyone has painted her to be one of the same selfish monsters she kills. Everyone knows that, they've seen it. Although that's not what Geralt of Rivia has seen at all. Ranked #1 in The Witcher

Rent went up and David, Alex and Dom are looking for a fourth roommate. Little do they know, Mason is a unisex name and Mason Belle is a beautiful girl Alex will be sharing a room with. How long will it take before they crack under the pressure?

"It means that I want you to fuck me. Hard," She ripped the vest that limited their contact, tugging it away like a wanton woman. "I want you to take control of me, of my body," She dauntlessly divulged her inner cravings, placing open mouthed kisses along his jaw. "Fuck me from behind, while pulling my hair," She let go of his wrist to slightly tug at his deep, brown locks. Her kisses were now aimed at his neck. "Spank me, when I do something wrong," She kissed his chest and marginally slammed her hips against his, earning a deep moan when their limbs collided. "Push inside me, grope me, play with me as you please, suck me inside out, until I'm begging- pleading for release." Her mouth closed on his nipple, biting it lightly, a loud groan ripping out of his throat. ~*~ The six-footed Beta of the largest Pack, Dylan Rodriguez, has everything he could ever ask for; a title, a reputation, beloved friends, family and Pack mates. He is the epitome of chivalry, a recherché attribute in hot-headed werewolves. When he discovers that the Pack's most loathed Slut, Amelia Anderson, is his mate, he risks everything he had for her. The problem? She wants a hot, dominating Alpha Male, not some meek, shy, insecure Beta. When two clashing personalities meet, smoke rises and drama happens. Join them in their love story containing sacrifices, change and obviously, smut.

[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 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...

[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]

MATURE ONE-SHOT: If you were wondering what went on in Ashton West's (of The Escort) pretty little head, wonder no more. Please note that this story contains explicit content and is intended for a mature audience. You don't have to have read The Escort first but think of this as the prequel of that story.

[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]