❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

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

After falling in love with Hades and moving to the underworld, an ambitious, untried demigoddess makes a bid for the position of queen. ******* In the sequel to LEXI'S UNDOING, Lexi ditches her old life to live with her handsome god in his castle of the dead. Actually, the place is not so bad, and she forms a bond with some of the inhabitants who have suffered under the rule of their oppressors. Lexi's compassionate nature doesn't let their exploitation go unchecked, and egos fly when she challenges the gods to change their evil ways. Oh, and there's also the matter of Hades's mate to manage. CONTENT WARNING: This story may offend the sensibilities of those unfamiliar with the sexual exploits of the gods. I suggest you drop your inhibitions at the door and embrace your inner nymph. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This work is owned by the author. Please do not attempt to plagiarize or Zeus will strike you down with a lightning bolt. IN OTHER WORDS: If you find this story on any platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD. COVER ART for this story and the rest of the Lexi series was done by @arpeggio-

Laura couldn't recall a single incident which would result in the cruel hatred Chris had apparently developed just for her. It was like her every breath, every move would offend him. To the outside world Chris was a drool worthy, composed, intelligent person but in Laura's eyes he was a disturbed individual with the perfect disguise. Yet if he hated her with such unexplainable, meticulous passion then why were there moments where his lips would come crashing down on hers. This ignited physical desire was nothing more than an unnatural upheaval. Even though she knew it was wrong Laura fell defenseless against the sweet jaded temptation. What happens when they need that sick twisted comfort to survive? When they depend on each other like a drug? Because the only true solace Chris got from his pain was when he was kissing Laura. Could it be true? Can love really spring up from the depths of hate? Hating You Sweetly is a TWISTED Romance. ***** This is a new edited version of my original "Hating You Sweetly" story. This one also has a few new extra scenes. I hope you enjoy.**** Thank you MLAddix_ for the bookcover. I love it 😁😚

MATURE CONTENT Made it to #3 in Love (Out of 2 million stories 😱) ON AMAZON FOR $2.99 / £2.19 OR FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED https://www.amazon.com/dp/B094ZJPTTG Elia Michaels' best friend, Meg, is a phone sex worker. When Meg catches a cold and can no longer take calls, Elia agrees to step in for two nights. Elia is expecting the dirty talk and gross callers, she is not expecting charming and attractive, Naoki Saito. Naoki is forced into speaking to Elia by his friends, who think he desperately needs some tension relieved. The two of them find they have a connection stronger than any phone signal. JAPANESE MALE LEAD

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

[Completed] ''I was born in flames and chaos. In one moment, I didn't exist at all. In another, air was tearing through the flesh of my lungs.'' Deep in an unknown forest, a young woman woke up alone and confused. She had no knowledge of her past, what she was, or who she was. Why was she in this world at all? Fate drove her into the hands of a family of vampires, all of whom brought relief in the slightest touch of her skin. But their touch was more than addicting. With each stroke, mysterious etches appeared on her flesh, divulging information thought to be lost to the world; information of magic, power, and a viciously murdered coven of witches. With no past and an uncertain future, she must find out her purpose in this life before the supernatural world takes her for all she has to give. Even more so, she must attempt to understand a craving she has for the dangerous vampire family she's found herself enslaved to; a craving to be touched. All Rights Reserved © 2015 {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} This story is a multi-lover romance novel. Proceed with caution because it will get heated! Highest Ranking: #1 in Vampire

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

[mature contents] Natalie has been working alongside the boss, until he decided to show her what he was good at. Besides, running the company, he was better in bed.