*I advised reader discretion on this book* There are two rules to being an escort. Rule #1: Do whatever the client wants. Rule #2: Do not fall in love. Lacey Powell never imagined her life in the escort business. She never expected her life to turn out this way, but it did. Having learned the trade's business and tricks, she is the most wanted and highest-paid escort around town. She lives by two rules. Vincent Powers is a ruthless businessman who doesn't have time or the patience for relationships and the complications it ensued. To him, business is business. What happens when he hires an escort for his reasons? It all starts with a meeting of two very different similar worlds. Warning contains sexual, mature content, mild violence, and swearing. Read at your own risk ⚠️ Published on Kindle and Paperback. Original published date February 17, 2019

[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."

After a one night stand on New Year's Eve, Lia and Derrick don't expect to see one another again. After all, she's a Harvard PhD student and he's a professional hockey player for the Boston Knights - there's no way their paths should cross again. Except when they do, it's immediately obvious the chemistry between them hasn't dimmed one bit. Too busy for the real thing, neither of them sees the harm in continuing to see each other in a casual sense. Though when Derrick gets traded to a team in California and things begin to go sideways with Lia's research team, the pair can't seem to shake the fact they've grown to rely on one another, even now that they're thousands of miles apart.

"Inappropriate, sir." I said meekly, my heart racing faster when he just snorted. "You know I'm attracted to you by now, Ms. Verdine. You know I have feelings for you. I've heard what it sounds like when you're moaning and felt you right up against me, grinded my cock against you. If you ask me, there was hardly anything ever appropriate between you and I." He hummed smoothly, stepping closer. "And even if there was, you're just as inappropriate as I am." He chuckled, my thighs clenching together as I peered up at him and stubbornly turned my nose up at him. "How's that?" I huffed, narrowing my eyes. The edges of his lips twitched. "Because you know I check you out," He teased, his gaze wandering down to my exposed breasts. "And yet you choose to wear things like this anyways." - WARNING: This book contains smut!

*WARNING! This story contains mature content.* When her boyfriend cheats on her, Rory Warren moves to a new flat. She gets a flatmate who becomes a very good friend of her. But that flatmate has a very sexy, very charming and very wealthy brother who turns Rory's world upside down. Rory is a weak woman. Braden Campbell makes her even weaker. He's a controlling businessman and a perfect definition of a womanizer. He doesn't do relationships. His past has taught him to be tough, unforgiving and cold. He doesn't have a word 'commitment' in his dictionary. He works hard. He fucks even harder. Rory and Braden make a pact, an arrangement. They want to stick to it, follow their rules. But one can only bear so much before bursting. It's a game of two and the rule is simple: if one of them falls in love, it's game over. This is not a story about a perfect relationship. It's a story where a man wants it all and a woman who gives it all to him. Game on, people! Or is it really just a game? Only time will tell. Tick-tock

This is the second book of His series. Please read the first one (His At Night), otherwise this book won't make any sense to you. * It hurts. Not physically. It hurts emotionally. And that's the worst kind of pain a human being can ever feel, because you literally can not do anything about it. There's no cure. There's only the time passing, making the pain more bearable, but an ache stil stays behind. That's how Braden leaves Rory that night he decides it's game over for them and leaves her. She misses him terribly. She needs weeks before she decides she's ready to face the world again. But then, everything comes crashing down on them when they see each other again. And now the real question is, who's going to be the first one to cave in and swallow their pride? Will they find their path back together or is it really that for them - game over? But was it really just a game in the first place?

Zoe's brought to a meeting with the pretext of having her help close a deal for the company. Little did she know that it would turn into a hot and steamy encounter with her soon to be new boss. But, he comes with a lot of baggage and he has a dark past that will turn her world upside down. Cover made by Unevenfeet ! WARNING: This story is R-Rated and shouldn't be read by anyone under the age of 18. It includes adult content and scenes of passion.

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

He cracks open a half-smile, grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to him; almost instantly I melt in his strong arms as if I were perfect for his body, "I know you feel the sparks too sweetheart, so when you're done playing house with that boyfriend of yours, head over to my place and let me treat you the way you should be treated." Scarlet was hooked on this bad boy Marine Ryan, but what's going to happen with the baggage he brings? Especially when he unravels her every needs. ***EROTIC STORY, CONTAINS MATURE EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT***

[Warning! This story includes extreme mature content, MUST FAN TO READ AS MOST CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE. >>Private chapters have been moved to 'Restricted Chapters for my Stories<<] Sasha Montgomery has been cheated on over and over again ever since her first boyfriend. Now she believes that the reason why is because she just doesn't cut it in bed. Now for the sake of a future husband and her happily ever after, she's starting an experiment on of how to pleasure a man in bed. The lucky man? Her best friends twin who so happens to be her boss!