Gabriel has a good life. He's successful in his job as a CEO, he still looks good for a man who's not in his twenties anymore and he manages to dodge all the women his parents throw his way in an attempt to get grandchildren. Obviously, he's in control over every tiny aspect of his life and he likes it that way. However, when he meets David he comes to learn that letting another man take the reins for a change isn't as hard as expected. And the night they spend together makes him yearn for more. But there can't be more between them than a one-night stand, right? (Book 1 in the London Longing Series)

Cameron is just your regular bouncer. Well as regular as you can get when you work at a BDSM club, and happen to be a submissive yourself. Despite this, Cameron has resolved himself to being alone, no one wants a submissive as large as himself. Then there's Gavin, too busy being ignorant to see what's right in front of him. Looking for the perfect submissive, he never realized he wouldn't have to look any further than the front door.

"Moving his hips to the music, dancing against his best friend Elliot actually shocked himself. He was normally kind of shy, awkward and nerdy but the blaring music, fairly cheap drinks and the respected atmosphere actually made him feel at ease. It's strange to think that it had taken him a long time to accept Sim's invitation to come to his favourite club. There again he never thought he would actually ever step foot into a BDSM club. Hell before Sim he didn't even know they really existed." It took him a lot of encouragement but finally Elliot was going to go to Checkmate, the exclusive men's club his best friend was just obsessed with. He never thought that one small visit on that faithful Friday night would lead to so much more.

Would you go against your pride and dignity in exchange of money? "I told you stay away from us. From me, didn't I?" He grumbled, his voice straining from the alcohol. His left arm trapping the victim against the wall. "But you still sticked with me like a leech, seducing me every moment you can. Well, aren't you a disgusting one?" Apparently, Charles Monroe would. "S-stop, you bastard! Move!" He wants to push him away, but he was cornerned. And in his current state, he knew he couldn't. "If i don't have to, i wouldn't! B-but i...really need it.." "You're really doing this for a small amount of dime? Look down here;" He grabbed his hand and slid it inside his pants, making him feel his raging rod. His breathe was ragged, drugged with lust and wine. "You caused this. Take responsibility, my dirty slut." Published: January 1, 2021

The story of Isaiah Moreau, before he became the traumatized adult everyone knew. What caused him to be like this? What caused recovery to have been so hard, that it seemed like he would die before he faced his demons? {Prequel to Just Breathe}

I had never been so in love. He was the definition of perfect. I wanted him to live like a prince. I wanted him to belong to me. I needed his love and attention. My heart yearned for him since our first meeting. The seemingly innocent boy...I wanted his body, I wanted his heart. Just by smiling he turned me into a beggar, something I strived long and hard not to become. But for him, I'd become anyone and anything to have and keep him. I cared deeply for him and anyone who wished any harm upon even a single hair on his body was to die by my hands. That was not a threat, but a promise. WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! This book may contain content that may disturb, disgust and/or offend you. Please read at your own risk. Thanks. ***IMPORTANT NOTE 10/04/2022: I wrote this book in the manxboy era of corny wattpad stories and even though Toby is well over 18 (he's 24) the language I used when writing this story is very predatory. I will work on changing this when I find the time to edit this book and other older ones which also feature this icky, predatory tone and language. For now please replace "boy" with "guy" or "man" and know that when I describe Toby as being a "boy" it came from a blueprint of how other stories were written and not because I was glorifying predatory relationships. I am very sorry for the predatory language.

Louis Stan has always been an outcast. There is no denying that the walls he has put up between himself and other people are the cause of this but being gay hasn't helped either. However, being an outsider isn't his only problem. Louis has always tried to see the light, even in the darkest times, but with each passing day, it gets harder. He becomes more closed off, not letting the light reach him. But sometimes a voice is all we need to hear. As the soft voice of a caring boy slips through his bedroom wall, Louis finds himself seeing little bits of that light again. But with it, Louis notices the darkness from the past, that he tried to move on from, starts to become illuminated. Will this mystery boy help Louis bring down his walls, or will the past continue to haunt him?

Kye would have never expected his handsome and charming date with Louis Delacroix to take such a horrible turn of events; the night going too smoothly should have had been his first red flag. Read tags before proceeding.