When the thoughts, words, and touch of her boyfriend's dad gives her real orgasm, sinning is just as sweet. Catty Drew is the random chubby girl and just another money making machine for James, her boyfriend. Obsessed with him, she plays along deceiving his dad in order to get him his inheritance. But things goes south when Mr. Alistair is everything she wants in a man... only thing, he is her boyfriend's dad. P.S.: This is +18. I would raise the bar if I could. Lol. I don't do soft girlie... I love hard stuff. Good? Now swipe 🌺

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"

Aurora Christensen is trying to live a quiet life far from the judgement of those in her past. Just when she thinks things are looking up for her, Chase Gray , her brother's best friend, pops back up. Chase swoops into Aurora's life after nearly a decade, snatching her well deserved job promotion from right under her nose. His presence irks her to no end. While everyone else is fawning over Chase, Aurora makes it her mission to avoid him at all costs. She's determined to not fall for his charming facade; the facade that allowed him to bully her for years. Chase finds himself falling for Aurora, not realizing she's the same girl he tortured as a teenager. He's spent years wanting to make amends for his past behavior but that chance was lost with Aurora's disappearance. He sees the move as a second chance, a way to start a new life away from the condemnation that's haunted him in his hometown. The further he falls for Aurora, the more she pulls away until everything implodes, shattering the reality they've tried to build around themselves.

SAVAGE SISTERS #1 A man should never ignore his wife's warnings about something no matter if you think you're right. Especially if it involves your psychotic Ex Fiance who's also your client, who, you helped behind your wife. A Woman's Intuition is her superpower. But A Wife's Intuition, it's an endgame!

I never set out to be a poet. I set out to survive. This book isn't just ink on pages - it's the sound of my engine when my voice wouldn't come out. It's the bite of wind on late-night rides when I couldn't sit still with my thoughts. It's the sharp edge of memories I've tucked under leather jackets and fake smiles. It's every bruise I called "nothing," every heartbreak I masked with sarcasm, and every tear I wiped away before anyone could see. I've been the safe place, the strong one, the fighter. But not without cost. Behind the armor, there are soft scars - reminders of battles I never wanted to fight. But there's steel here too - forged from pain, lit by rage, cooled by the wind I chased on open roads. These poems are pieces of me I never had the courage to say out loud. They're for the ones who feel too much and show too little. For the women who wear leather like armor and still cry in parking lots. For anyone who was ever told to be strong - and broke quietly anyway. So if you're holding this book, know this: You are not alone in your ache. You are not broken - just rebuilt differently. And sometimes, the softest hearts grow the strongest shields. This is for you. For us. For the ride. - Gia🖤 A girl with a ghosted past and gasoline in her veins.

He's sexy, charming, flirty ...and has notoriously bad taste in women. With most of his one nighters being comic disasters, Evan Daniels has been happy to go from one to the next, without attachments. Along with his playboy ways, comes a challengingly sharp wit and character, that most women can't hope to tame... But with the right woman, there is hope. When Katarina and Evan continue to rub each other the wrong way, the friction turns to a spark, but will it flame or will it burn out?

Running from her past, Jade Mitchell finds herself in a new town and a new life. However, as Jade uncovers some of the secrets in her new town, she finds herself questioning her new reality. Will this bakester be able to navigate this new path? Or will she get thrown to the wolves? Viper is the Alpha and President of the Night Wolves, Wolf Creek's local MC and pack. he lives for the MC, pack life and all that comes with it. With facing his own enemies, Viper believes that Jade is human and isn't strong enough to be his mate no matter what his wolf tells him. Can these two save each other? Read on as their story unfolds.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK