It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity, or graphic violence. Isaac and Jessica were head over heals in love with each other, to the point that they were planning their wedding, talking about starting a family, and moving in together. That all changed when Jessica met, Alexander, Isaac's father. Alexander captivated her body, mind, and soul. He demanded her attention, her love, her innocence until nothing else in this world mattered to her, but him. "Once upon a time I loved Isaac, once upon a time he was everything to me, but over a few short months he no longer meant anything at all. It wasn't intentional, to fall in love with my fiancee father, but I could never regret it. He mesmerized me to the point where I tossed my morals to the wind and prayed for guidance. I craved him, I ached for him, I needed all of him. Alexander was off limits, in more ways than one, but that wouldn't stop the fire that burned between us. Our souls demanded to be one, how could we fight against fate?" How far will they go to be in each other's arms? Read to see how this tragic love story unfolds. "Touch yourself for me," he breathed. With a shaky hand, I slowly moved my hand down in between my breast, venturing lower. My breathing hitched as he spread my legs wider. His smoldering eyes hypnotized by my traveling hand. A soft moan escaped my lips as a brushed over my soaked panties. "Take them off." He demanded. I didn't even give it a second thought before removing them. Handing them to him, he brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Hungrily he stared at me. Bare and open to his lustful eyes. "Please," he begged. UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING/REVISION. -I do not own the rights to these images. © Copyright all rights reserved

Mercy's Sequel Having left the past behind, Brooklyn's future is bright with a new career and engagement to Stephen. Everything seems perfect until the past resurfaces and threatens her new life with unfulfilled desires and a love her heart can't seem to let go. Warning: This contains mature language and sexual content. Suggested for 18+ audience.

*completed, but only a sample is available to read, DM for full version* Brooklyn was a train wreck when she stumbled into Father Mathias' confessional. The secretly Dominant priest saw something in the young woman and offered to train her and set her onto a better path through guidance and tender domination. Unexpected love flares up between them and soon, arms length distance training isn't enough; Father Mathias wants to own Brooklyn and Brooklyn wants to be owned by him. But a clandestine relationship isn't enough for her, not when Stephen, a young entrepreneur, comes into her life and shows her a different kind of romance. One without secrecy and rules. Warning: This contains mature language and sexual content. Suggested for 18+ audience.

*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...

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[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] "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]

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.