When Calliope Sweeney's boyfriend cheats on her the very same day she graduates from culinary school she decides to for once think of herself. To finally take an impulsive step and leave her hometown she'd been attached to since she was 11 years old. To start her life somewhere else, to live away from all the men who'd cheated on her in the past, to find herself and live out her dream life. She vows to focus on her own self growth and her new bakery the second she steps foot in Miami to live with her wealthy older brother. Although she doesn't expect a brooding jerk, Emrhys Blackburn, to enter her life when she gets there. He was her antithesis, a curt and aloof yet undeniably attractive man who somehow makes the fake smile she always plasters on real. She doesn't expect Rhys to make her feel a way she'd never felt with any other man before, to make her want something she should not want. But there were two problems. Number one is Calliope doesn't want to open her heart up that way again, even if it does mean she might have a chance at true love. Number two is Emrhys Blackburn is her brother's best friend. *** #1 in forcedproximity #1 in opposite #1 in bakery #1 in secretdating #1 in bestfriendssister #1 in brooding #1 in grumpyxsunshine #1 in groveling #1 in jealous #1 in cute

Emelia "Lark" Benson's life was normal, easy, and full of love. Until one day, it wasn't. Taken from her foster family and whisked away to another country, she loses the four people that she knew would always be there for her. Colt, Aidan, Luka, and Greyson grew up in the same foster home she did. They would share secrets and dream about the future together. When Emelia was taken, they were all split up. Now, almost ten years after they were separated, they find each other again. However, Emelia is no longer the girl they used to know. *This is a reverse harem contemporary romance*

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite of these dark, possessive men. And she is everything they've always wanted.

They say love is just a game for two, but they will tell you differently. It's not a game. Especially when it comes to their relationship. It's filled with rules, kink, punishments, pushing boundaries, and communication. Rosalina Mitchells is a woman who is used to slumming it, doing whatever it takes to survive to see another day. She uses BDSM as a release to forget her worries and her stress. Zack Lewis is an energetic man with spunk and a trouble streak. After six months of being with Master Ricardo he misses dominating his own sub. He's a switch who needs to feel both dominated and in control. Ricardo Morales is a sadistic Dominant that gets pleasure by pleasuring his submissives with pain. Strict with rules, he controls his life and his submissive to the best of his ability. When he decides to add a third to their relationship to give his submissive Zack the feeling of control that he needs, to feel complete how will he feel when Rosalina is added to the equation?

ZANDER wants to take control of the cute twink he just hired. RYAN has no clue his boss wants him back. But he's about to learn the hard way... It's probably not a good idea to spend my nights drooling over thoughts of my new boss Zander. He's charming. Built. Tattooed. And off-limits, since as far as I know, he's straight as hell. Or is he? I can't keep my eyes off of the guy. I know it's unprofessional (and that a loser like me doesn't stand a chance) but my boss has been my knight in shining armor, and the heart wants what it wants, right? WELCOME TO THE HOUSE OF INK... Note: House of Ink is short erotic gay romance with rough sex, drama, tattooed hunks, and a happy ending so sweet you could get a cavity! Contains Explicit Material & Detailed Sex Scenes. Pretty much porn with plot, intended readership 18+

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."