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STEPFAMILY HEAT: 21 Daddy Lessons
21 Lessons. 21 Locked Doors. 21 Girls Who Should Have Stayed Out of Daddy’s Way. This is a compilation of pure sex. Different girls. Different men. Different rooms that don’t belong to her. She was already wet when he shut the door. A girl dares a stranger in a club and finds him two weeks later introduced as Dad. A stepdaughter gets caught on the couch with her stepbrother — and Daddy doesn’t stop them. He watches. Then he joins. Then he teaches her how to take both. A student stays after the lecture and learns the only way to pass is on her knees under the desk with his cock in her throat. They collar her. They share her. They fuck her raw. They come inside her and tell her not to wash. They tell her to leave the door open. No kisses that mean love. No soft endings. Just wet pussy, thick cocks, a hand over her mouth, and men who should not be there. 18+ only. Graphic sex. Dirty talk. Forbidden men. Mature readers only. One hand holds the phone. The other will be between your legs before Lesson One ends. If you want a clean love story, close this. If you want to get wet and stay wet, open the door. Lesson One is already waiting. Are you ready to learn?
No Script For Me, No Mercy For Him
In the middle of my wedding ceremony, two men wheeled a gurney into the venue. A body lay beneath a white sheet. The shoes sticking out beneath the sheet were my brother's favorite sneakers. My vision went black. I stumbled forward and threw myself at the gurney, but two men pinned me to the floor. Not one of the guests gasped. Instead, thunderous applause erupted around me. Graham approached slowly with a glass of champagne in his hand. He raised it toward Camille, who stood on the steps. "Camille, was that reaction real enough? I told you using her brother would work best." Camille pursed her lips critically. "The emotion was strong, but she looked awful when she cried. It ruined the shot." Graham frowned, walked over, and bent down to look at me. "Tone it down. If you cry off all your makeup, you won't look good on camera." The bridesmaids and the wedding officiant crowded around him, praising the groom for being willing to go so far for art. Only when I saw the scripts and storyboards in their hands did I realize this was yet another immersive theater production. All 200 guests had been given scripts. I was the only one kept in the dark, yet I was also their leading lady. I stared blankly at the gurney. Over the past several years, Graham had repeatedly put me through hell so Camille could gather material for her directing career. There had been a staged car accident, a fake kidnapping, and a terminal diagnosis that wasn't real. Now, even our wedding had been a lie. 'If I never get a script, then I don't have to play a part in his life anymore.'
My Boyfriend Gave My Seat To Another Girl
I bought a car for my boyfriend to drive. Before long, he was using it to take a female coworker to and from work every day, rain or shine. She started decorating it as if it belonged to her. She put in an air freshener she liked and threw out the flats I kept by the front passenger seat, replacing them with a pair in her own size. During a downpour, I waited alone outside my office for an hour before my boyfriend finally pulled up with her, in no hurry. From the passenger seat, she gave me a sweet, apologetic smile. "Claire, I'm such a slow eater. I made your boyfriend late when he was supposed to come get you. Please don't be mad." Before I could answer, he flicked her forehead affectionately. "Claire's much too mature for that. Unlike you, she doesn't need someone to coax her into eating. You're never going to grow up."
My Next Chapter: Savage Saints M.C
**Forty. Divorced. Two kids. Twelve coffee mugs. And absolutely no patience left for anyone's bullshit.** After twenty years of marriage, Dawn Horwick has finally had enough. Enough of carrying the financial burden. Enough of broken promises. Enough of being married to a man who contributed more empty beer cans than actual effort. So she does what any reasonable forty-year-old woman would do. She packs up her two autistic children, their ridiculously spoiled German Shepherd named Pink, and enough coffee mugs to survive the apocalypse, and moves across the country to South Carolina. New house. New state. New beginning. And absolutely NO plans to fall in love again. Dawn has built a successful career writing motorcycle club romances, but she's perfectly content keeping her fictional alpha males where they belong. On the pages of her books. Unfortunately, life has other plans. First, there's Bull, an enormous, intimidating Savage Saints enforcer who somehow becomes best friends with her children and her dog. Then there's her next-door neighbor. **Riot.** The Savage Saints' Sergeant-at-Arms. Tattooed. Dangerous-looking. Built like a brick wall. And the devoted father of a six-year-old autistic boy. When an unexpected encounter brings their worlds together, Dawn discovers that the intimidating biker next door might understand the challenges of raising a special-needs child better than anyone she's ever met. But Dawn didn't fight her way out of one difficult chapter just to lose herself in another. She's not looking for a knight in shining armor. She doesn't need rescuing. And she certainly doesn't need another man telling her how to live her life. **The problem?** Riot isn't the kind of man who scares easily. And Dawn Horwick? She's never been particularly good at keeping her mouth shut. **She's spent years writing about dangerous bikers falling in love.** **Now she might have to survive becoming the heroine of her own story.** *An emotional, humorous, slow-burn MC romance about second chances, motherhood, found family, and discovering that forty isn't the end of your story.* **It's only the beginning.**
From Now On, We Part Ways Forever
Ethan Hayes and I had been secretly together for 8 years. Our daughter was 7, yet we'd never had a wedding or gotten legally married. It was all because Isabelle Morgan, one of the four people in our close-knit group, had severe depression. Ethan always said, "Izzy can't handle anything upsetting right now. She still depends on me. Once she's better, we'll get legally married." Around Christmas, Isabelle seemed to be doing better, so I got everyone together and planned to propose to Ethan in front of them. Just then, my phone buzzed. My daughter's teacher had sent over her essay Who I Want to Be. I want to be my godmother. Dad treats my godmother better than anyone else. He always gives her lots of presents, and he says he loves her the most. Dad has never told me he loves me. I'm so jealous. I stared at the screen, dazed. When I finally looked up, Isabelle was smiling at me. "Dani, didn't you say you had something to announce?" The words I'd rehearsed stuck in my throat. I touched the silver engagement ring in my pocket and suddenly found the whole thing absurd. After a moment of silence, I slipped the ring onto my own middle finger. "Everyone," I said, raising my hand. "I'm getting married."
My Ex Alpha Didn't Know The Alpha King Has Loved Me For Years
The day after we completed our mating bond, Alpha Asher Black jerked the wheel and made a U-turn on the way to my prenatal checkup. He dragged me out of the car and straight into the Bond Registry, demanding that our bond be forcibly dissolved. "You knew Leah's mate had just abandoned her! Why did you have to post about our bond and rub it in? Do you know her depression has come back? She's threatening to jump off a building with Harvey! "We'll dissolve our bond for now. Once I've calmed her down, we can bond again!" In my distress, I suddenly felt blood gush between my legs. Asher ignored the blood on the floor. He dragged me along, unilaterally severed our mating bond, and rushed out the door. I collapsed in a pool of blood, and the chance to save our baby slipped away. Meanwhile, he posted a photo of himself holding Leah and her son. The caption read: Thank the Moon Goddess. Everyone I love most is here with me. Those words killed the last of my hope. I remarried the Alpha King who had always quietly protected me, and we had a lovely daughter. I never expected to run into them again 4 years later, when I took my daughter to pick up my mate...
My Alpha Wanted My Heart Ripped Out—Then Begged Me to Live
The day my pregnancy ended, a girl stopped me on a street in Rainport and handed me a questionnaire. Question: If the Moon Goddess gave you the chance to go back in time, which day would you choose? I wrote my name at the top—Iris Calder—and filled in my answer. Answer: The day of the pileup at Greycrest Pass three years ago. I would stop the healer from saving my life. The girl stared at me, wide-eyed. "Only nine people survived that accident. Why wouldn't you want to be saved?" I pressed a hand to my chest and looked up at the enormous screen mounted on the side of the mall. Cornell Hicks, Alpha of the Black Ridge Pack, had just bought a $10 million sapphire ring for a student at Rainport Academy of the Arts. Everyone was saying she'd become the most cherished Luna of all. No one knew that the pup I was carrying was Cornell's too. "Because I was never the one who was supposed to survive." Three years ago, the healer had mistaken me for someone else and transplanted the wolf heart of Cornell's sister into my chest. That heart had kept me alive for three years. And Cornell had spent every one of those years punishing me for having it. Now I was going to give it back.
Betrayed By Him, I Took The MC's Patch
She gave her boyfriend everything she had but he gave her a front-row seat to his betrayal. For two years, Mara worked herself to the bone as a mechanic, handing over every paycheck to the man she thought she'd build a future with. Until one birthday surprise exposed his affair, and the cruel truth that he'd only kept her around for what she could give him. Thrown out with nowhere to go, Mara finds a broken-down motorcycle and a stranger who offers her a job at his MC. But her fresh start comes with a dangerous twist: the woman who betrayed her is someone very close to the president, and her ex may be hiding secrets that could tear the club apart. Now, Mara must choose between staying out of the chaos and helping the man who gave her a second chance uncover the truth. She came here to rebuild her life, not fall for the one man who could break her all over again.
He Thought I'd Stay. I Was Already Leaving
By the time my Alpha approved my request for treatment to save the pregnancy, our baby had been dead for 3 days. "You've finally given me a few days without pestering me," Rowan Vale said with a laugh over the phone. "See? Everything's easier when you listen to Celia." After I became pregnant, he had put another woman in charge of my transportation, my spending, and even whether I could call in a healer. I had once begged him through my tears to make an exception, just that once. He said that, as Luna, I couldn't keep using the baby to pressure him. Now I had stopped begging. He was pleased, convinced I had finally learned to obey. "Just relax and focus on having the baby. Stop imagining things." I folded the baby socks that had been returned to me when I was discharged. Our baby would never get to wear them. And I was going to leave Rowan for good.