When two rival actors are forced to charade as an "It Couple", will their make-believe romance turn into reality? ***** Co-stars Jada and Tristan's lives collide when Tristan's careless ways with women bring drama to the set of their new film. His scandals blow up the internet and in a desperate attempt to save face with the tabloids and salvage his image, Tristan asks Jada to become his temporary girlfriend. Reluctantly, Jada agrees as Tristan and his manager, Doug, promise they will get her prominent acting roles if she goes along with the façade. What they didn't expect was that their fake romantic roles would begin to feel too real - but the true problem is, neither one of them wants to yell cut. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

As Featured on COSMOPOLITAN.COM! [MATURE CONTENT 18+] A boudoir (/ˈbuːd.wɑːr/; French: [bu.dwaʁ]) is a woman's private sitting room or salon; can also refer to a woman's private bedroom. In the sanctity of a woman's boudoir, anything can happen...some naughty, some nice. And the really naughty women tend to make their own boudoir anywhere they go! Read several erotic short stories that test the boundaries of pleasure through the eyes of gorgeous women of various backgrounds, desires and sexual experience. Now Available on Amazon! https://www.amazon.com/Boudoir-Chronicles-1-Kharma-Kelley-ebook/dp/B01M194ZIN

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

For a mature audience ONLY. Spreading her knees further apart, I positioned the head at her entrance and held her hips in place as I pushed forcefully into her and aided by our wetness, sank deep as my girth split her open. She screamed and raised off the bed, her thighs trembling. Wrapping my arms around her small waist, I held her shaking figure against my chest, stroking her torso and placing small kisses on her neck and shoulder. *Book one in the 'Men of Donna' Series. *Mature content. Follow me to view private chapters.

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.