At the largest Coming of Age Ball since the current King's, Prince Kane is to select his future Queen from the finest and noblest of families invited to the event. Kane doesn't know what he wants, but he is certain that when he sees her, he will just know. When Kane makes finally makes his selection, no one is more shocked than the female he chooses. She only attended to be of support to her best friend who has wished all her life to be Queen. Besides, she has promised herself to another and only awaits his 18th birthday to feel the inevitable mate pull she is certain will come. Excerpt: "Has anyone ever touched your breasts before, little dove?" he asked. Her head shook, answering him silently with a 'no'. "How about your pussy?" he asked, his lips now scraping against the soft flesh of her ears. "Kane?" she asked, her voice quivering. He wasn't sure if she was frightened or aroused, though he hoped for the latter. "Answer me, Alexandria," he told her. "Has anyone pleasured you in such ways?" His hand came down and squeezed gently at her breast before tweaking her nipple through the layers of cloth. "N-no," she spoke and Kane watched as her eyes closed briefly. "Good," he said in a rumbling growl. "I will be the first to touch you intimately then, though I have no doubt you have traded kisses with that handsome lad you were dating."
**Complete** He positioned himself at her entrance and hesitated one last time. "Have you ever-?" he asked. "No Roland," she said and the shift of her calling him by his given name was not lost on him. "You are to be the first." "And the last," he finished as he sank into her slowly. He immediately hit a foreseen barrier and stopped for just a moment, letting her know he has reached her maidenhead. "This will hurt only for a minute my love," Roland warned lowly, his voice husky with desire. Every year a ritual called The Claiming occurs. For any un-mated werewolf 21 and older, it is compulsory. This year, a twist occurs during the hunt for a mate. When an Alpha claims his Luna, what consequences will occur when the one he chooses is the one that everyone thinks is forbidden?
"Are you wet for me, Kitten?" he asked her as she let out a soft, keening sigh. He had stopped his journey towards her engorged nub when she started to move. He would slowly devour or kill her with his frustratingly unhurried pace. "I could make your body come with a word or a breath on its luscious surface, you know." He was teasing her and she whimpered out. "But I prefer my mouth on it- sampling it, teasing it." And that he did, for minutes on end, never giving her what she truly needed. Cassandra White is an aspiring scriptwriter who recently moved to L.A. At least that is what most people think. In fact, she fled her previous home in northern California in search of a more stable environment and to finally achieve her dreams. In the midst of all that, she meets the handsome and drool-worthy Elijah Payne, one of Hollywood's richest financiers and owner or Payne Media Management. Eli is a womanizing cad in the public's eye, but behind his facade, he holds a secret. And it's one he cannot share with anyone- that is until he meets Cassandra at a strip club where she works as a server. Eli is a nearly 400-year-old vampire who never found his mate. That is until he met the lovely Cassie. When Cassie finds out who he is, she wants nothing to do with him or his womanizing ways. Can Eli win her over and keep her safe from the past she so desperately wishes to rid herself of?
A twisted and unexpected love triangle awaits Adeline Warner after she does her nightly patrol in the woods surrounding her Pack's territory. One's an Alpha and the other a would-be rogue that's running from danger. To part with a part of your soul can be devastating, so who will she choose? Cameron the interloper who ran from his own death? Or will it be Hunter, the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Or can there be happiness between three mates? While the odds seem to be against them, can they find a way to make this odd triad work or will someone have to bow out? Excerpt: "Princess," Hunter breathed out softly. "Do you trust Cameron and me?" Addie was barely able to whisper out a 'yes' before four hands came down upon her, two from the back, two from the front. Cameron's gripped her hips in a possessive manner while Hunter's were placed on the sides of her chest before traveling down to the hem of the shirt she wore. "I don't want to ruin your shirt for their will be blood from our bites on you," Hunter told her and lifted up the material. Cam's hands held still. He lifted it over her head and tossed it aside before bringing himself close to her again.
**Sequel to 'Impulse'** Carlton Smith had everything a man his age could want: looks, money, women falling at his feet. When he meets a younger, more innocent woman than he's accustomed to, what will happen when he finds out that she is not only different from the other women he's been with, but also one of his best friend's daughters? Excerpt: Carl reached over to grab a condom. He had been patient enough and his body was screaming for release. "Turn around and bend over," he told her as he ripped open the foil packet. His tone was enough to have her scrambling to do as he told her. After rolling the condom over his length, he reached between her legs and found her wet and ready. Cracking his palm against one smooth ass cheek, he thrust his entire length in her without waiting for her to adjust to his girth. It was not a slow gesture. She instinctively tried to move forward she was so surprised at the slap and sudden intrusion of his dick inside her. "Hold still," he told her. "Daddy's gonna fuck you now." She gasped out at his words and felt herself get even wetter. "And you're going to love every minute of it."
Addiction: Webster's dictionary describes it as a compulsive need for and use of a habit-forming substance (such as heroin, nicotine, or alcohol) characterized by tolerance and by well-defined physiological symptoms upon withdrawal. There's only one problem: sometimes your addiction isn't something tangible that you can simply toss away. Sometimes it's a habit that you've grown used to in order to hide the darker side of yourself. Even if it's from your yourself. Excerpt: "So fucking sweet," groaned out Cole as he teased Coco's nipples with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He looked up at her and said lowly, "I want to sample and see if all your flesh is just as delicious." He trailed hot wet kisses down the mounds of her breasts and across her stomach, ending just above her cleft. He took a finger and spread her slick folds, teasing her gently.
"You're not the only one nervous about this, Baby," Alex told her, pinching the other nipple before twisting it a bit. It hurt, but it hurt so good. "We've... never done this before," he continued, his breath fanning against her ear. "Never really wanted the same girl until now." Jay's hands slipped to the hem of her dress and started to pull upward. It was long, light and flowing and it was up over her hips in almost the blink of an eye. From there, Alex took over, pulling the dress up above her tummy, her breasts and finally over her head when Jay was finally able to pull himself from her lips. This is a Menage story: male twins and a female
Complete "You are so tight, baby," he breathed between licks. "You taste so good, I could eat you for every meal." I ground harder and faster, feeling like I was fucking his face as my juices start to gush. I felt a wave of heat ripple over my body and knew I was so close to coming. Ethan must know it too because he started to stroke my inner walls faster as he thrust his fingers inside of me. A flash of heat rolled over me like a hot flash and Ethan moaned. I felt like the top of my head would leave my body soon. I cried out loudly as I sought my release. "Come for me baby. I want to taste all of you." He commanded between licks. I whimpered as he once again latched onto my clit and sucked it hard between his teeth. My vision blurred as I call out out unintelligibly. Callie left in order to forget. Coming back home 4 years later, she faces a new challenge- or challenges. One is her best friend and neighbor. The other? His identical twin brother. As challenging as trying to figure out what she wants is, a predator and an old flame are thrown into the mix as well. Things are different from when she left and she's not sure she can handle everything being thrown at her now that she's back. Can Callie come to terms with the fact that sometimes there's just no going home?
Second chances. They don't happen for everyone, but when they do, it's best not to question and just roll with the punches. And never look a gift horse in the mouth. It's been years since Ryder rejected his mate. The reason is a mystery to most everyone but his family. But when a new family joins his pack, their past is just another mystery that intertwines with Ryder's life. The result? A second chance mate who doesn't even know they are being given a brand new chance at love. Excerpt: He spread her legs wider, placing her thighs over his shoulders as he lapped, sucked and drove his tongue deep within the tight, wet walls he so desperately wanted to pillage. Scarlett started to rock her hips against his face, her breathing changing. Her moans had turned into keening whimpers and mewls, her pussy tightening around his tongue like a fist. "Are you going to come for me, Baby?" he asked between mouthfuls of her sex. "I'm so... so close," she whimpered out and his cock twitched in his pants. Her moans almost did him in. "Come, Baby. Coat me with your scent. Come for me," he told her, his voice husky and deep, commanding.
Completed "It's Craig, baby. Only my clients call me Lance," he said and his mouth captured mine once more. I shuddered in pleasure as he pulled me down to lay on top of him. My body undulated as it yearned for more purchase against his. It moved in a way I thought only liquid could. We continued to kiss at a frenetic speed as I unbuttoned his shirt. Once I released the last button, he unzipped his pants and I forced his dress shirt off his shoulders. I could easily drown in the feeling of his body against mine. I reluctantly detached my lips from his as I started to pull his pants down. Holy fuck... A woman at her lowest point in life, Leslie Devereaux decided to take a chance and show her philandering ex-fiancee what he's missing out on. What she didn't realize, was that there's always more to a person beneath their surface.
(Sequel to Fighting Kane) Kolton, the second oldest of the Reifenberg royal family, doesn't want a mate. At least, not for now. He had always been independent, pushing the boundaries of what was expected of him. Eliza DeWitt comes at the wrong - and just the right - time for him to realize that everything he wanted was what everyone had told him all along. Eliza. Fuck. Her hair was down and curling in soft waves to her waist. Kolton's hands itched to touch it, and he gripped the underside of the table until he felt it groan beneath his hands. Letting go before he broke the table, he almost ran from the room. Long locks of dark red swept over Eliza's shoulders, making Kolton stiff as a brick in his trousers. He looked around the table to see everyone chatting, a large grin on Lexi's face as her eyes swept the table, landing on Eliza, then Kolton. Eliza was wearing a long green evening gown, her hair spilling over her shoulders and over the curve of her breasts. The color of the dress was a deep emerald green, and matched her light skin tone perfectly, complimenting her hair and the light blue of her eyes. He watched as Eliza pushed a stray lock behind her ear, and more of the soft swell of her breast was revealed. Kolton averted his eyes, afraid she might spill out of her top and his dick would punch a hole through the table top. This was fucking torture.
Beaten. Humiliated. Placed in a house that was her jail cell and left to be crushed under the weight of rejection by a man who was meant to cherish and love her. Giselle got out, though, left half-dead on the steps of another pack's territory. When she wakes up, she is mute, a victim of physical and emotional trauma so deep she may never recover. Two Alphas struggle to come to terms with their mixed emotions, latent and buried deep beneath years of guilt and pride. One wants a strong female of nobler birth, the other just wants to forget his past and move forward in whatever way he can. Say My Name is an erotic supernatural novel about power, love, and the determination to overcome dark pasts that no one can change. You can't choose who you love, but it turns out you can choose who your mate is.