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Three cowboys. One woman. Zero chance of choosing. When my cheating ex-fiancé breaks my heart, I flee to the middle-of-nowhere Texas. All I want is a quiet bartending job to get back on my feet. What I get are the Roche brothers. All three of them. They don't compete. They share. And they want to share me. In a small town where everyone knows your business, loving three men should be scandalous. Instead, it feels like coming home. Because the Roche brothers don't just want my body—they want my heart, my soul, and every single piece of me. And they're not taking no for an answer. Warning:...

33 erotic short stories. 33 encounters. 33 dirty secrets. This bundle is pure raw heat and pleasure. Each story delivers exactly what you're craving and endings that leave you satisfied but wanting more. No holding back. No fade to black. Just explicit, deliciously steamy encounters. Perfect for the heat you've been fantasizing about. Content Warning: This collection contains extremely explicit sexual content. Intended for adult readers (18+) only.

I didn’t just sign a contract with an alien warlord. I signed away my body, my future, and—if he has his way—my womb. Deep space isn’t kind to solo pilots, especially when your nav system dies halfway to nowhere. Enter Nelmez Shinizok—over seven feet of silver-skinned, gold-eyed alien warlord with a voice like dark velvet and an offer I can’t refuse. His price for getting me out alive? A legally binding contract that says I’m his. He’s smooth-talking, impossible to ignore, and obsessed with making me feel safe... And putting a baby in me. And somewhere between the space ...

Ten forbidden encounters. Ten dirty fantasies. One bundle designed to make you blush, squeeze, and keep turning the pages. Each story is filthy and unapologetically hot. If you’re craving alpha males, taboo sparks, BDSM, age gap, breeding kink, and heroines who can’t resist breaking the rules, this collection delivers the filth you’ve been waiting for. Here's what you'll find inside: Claiming Mom's ex. Two new stepbrothers and one pouty stepsister. Mile High Club with her billionaire boss. He books a massage then straps her down. After hours with her professor. Sleepover with Dad's ...

I knew Tyson Noble was trouble the second he walked into that coffee shop. Gorgeous? Check. Built like sin? Double check. Looking at me like I was the answer to every dark fantasy he'd ever had? Oh, hell yes. What I didn't know? He's a werewolf. An Alpha werewolf. And according to some ancient mate bond I definitely didn't sign up for, I'm his. Here's the thing—I'm a scientist. I believe in data, not destiny. But when this man kisses me, when he growls that I'm his in that voice that makes my knees weak? Logic goes right out the window. Now there are rogues hunting me, a pack council that...

Starting over never felt this good. I came to Yellow Grass, Texas to start over—not to fall for three cowboys who answer my help wanted ad. After my cheating ex-husband left me for his secretary, I sold everything and bought a ranch. Now I'm making the best goat cheese in Texas, building a life that's finally mine. Except I need help. The demand for my cheese is exploding, and I can't handle the ranch alone. Enter the Neely brothers: They're drifters. Cowboys who never stay in one place long. But from the moment we meet, the chemistry between us is undeniable. They want me. All three of ...

A filthy and fast collection of billionaire breeding fantasies. No rules. No protection. No pulling out. This bundle delivers raw domination, age-gap obsession, and fertile little brats bred senseless by the powerful men who own them. From luxury yachts to mile-high jets to secret underground chambers, every story explores taboo control, primal need, and the one command these alpha billionaires never break: breed her until it takes. There’s no romance. No redemption arcs. Just slippery heat, demanding dominance, and desperate holes begging to be filled. Whether you crave daddy doms, ...

When my dad died broke and buried in secrets, Anthony Briggs offered help. The price? One week of hard labor on his ranch. But from the second I step onto his land, Anthony Briggs watches me like I already belong to him. He’s older. Stricter. Built like temptation in a Stetson. And when I find the rope in the greenhouse, I know exactly what he wants. He doesn’t ask. He waits. When I slip my wrist through the loop… everything changes. Now I’m not just paying off a debt. I’m offering up my body—bare and aching—for a man who doesn’t pull out, doesn’t play fair, and doesn’t ...

He told me to stay in the guest room. I made it into my mission to end up in his bed. Reid Shaw is my step-daddy. He was married to my mom for less than a year. Now I’m all grown up. Staying in the guest room for the summer until I start college. Sleeping one wall away from the only man I find irresistible. And I’m done waiting. I want him to look. To touch. To lose control the way I know he’s dying to. I want to watch his jaw clench when I walk around in nothing but his shirt. I want him rough. Raw. Buried deep and claiming me like a man gone feral. He says I’m too young. Off-...

He wasn’t her husband, But he came inside. 16 quick and filthy stories of lonely housewives cheating, spreading, and getting filled. They’re not waiting for roses. They’re not waiting for love. They’re waiting to be used—by strangers, by neighbors, by the men who aren’t their husbands. Behind motel doors, in backseats, over kitchen counters and airport sinks… these wives aren’t just cheating. They’re begging for it. Raw. Unprotected. Unforgivable. Warning: This book is pure filth. It contains explicit consensual sexual activity, infidelity, age gap relationships, and high-...

I came to this remote mountain for research. I stayed for the way he touches me. Braden Wilshire is six-foot-four of pure alpha male—rough hands, dark eyes, and a body built for sin. When he appears at my cabin door, I know I'm in trouble. The kind of trouble that involves his calloused fingers on my bare skin and his mouth doing things that make me forget my own name. Three weeks. That's all I have before I go back to my real life. But every night in his bed, wrapped in his strength while he takes me apart with devastating skill, makes leaving impossible to imagine. He's commanding and ...

I broke into the wrong warship. Correction — I broke into the wrong nine-foot-tall, silver-skinned, golden-eyed alien warlord’s warship. Now Commander Va’rok says I’m his bonded mate. Apparently that means his ship’s AI has matched us for “maximum genetic compatibility” and expects seven full cycles of hot, primal, alien breeding. I told him I’m not interested in being anyone’s breeding project. He told me I’ll beg before it’s over. The problem? My body’s starting to believe him. The bond between us hums like a live wire, my pulse spikes every time he’s close, and ...

I was supposed to marry the man my daddy approved of. Instead, I spent the night in the arms of the cowboy who wants to put a baby in me. Holden Cross isn’t gentle. He’s not polite. He’s older, rougher, and twice as dangerous when he decides something belongs to him. And now… that something is me. I should’ve gone home. I should’ve remembered the fiancé waiting for me. Instead, I stayed. One night turned into two, and now every time Holden touches me, I forget the life I was supposed to have. He talks about keeping me, about filling me deep and keeping me there until I’m ...

My car spinning out on an icy Minnesota road two days before Christmas? Not how I planned to spend my holiday. Getting rescued by a devastatingly gorgeous stranger in a G-Wagon who just happens to be Jayden Franklin—star NFL quarterback and the last man I should be fantasizing about? Definitely not part of the plan. But when the blizzard strands me at his remote cabin, every responsible thought I've ever had melts away. One night becomes one perfect, steamy night. His hands on my skin. His body claiming mine while snow falls around us. A connection so intense it terrifies me. I've known ...

I don't stay anywhere long enough to leave footprints, let alone heartprints. Three months in Cherry Creek should have been just another pit stop—pour drinks, collect tips, disappear before anyone gets too close. I've perfected the art of keeping men at arm's length while serving them whiskey with a smile. Then Bronson Helm walks into Neon Jack's. Six-foot-three of pure Montana rancher wrapped in faded denim and bad intentions. Storm-gray eyes that see straight through my carefully constructed walls. And a Harley that purrs promises I shouldn't want to hear. He's everything I should run ...

I didn’t come to Colt McCrae’s ranch by accident. I answered the job ad—no details, no promises—because something about it felt like my last shot at building a life I didn’t have to run from. What I didn’t expect? Colt himself. Dark, dominant, and twice my age, with a stare that strips me bare and a voice that makes my thighs press together. He says he’s not looking for a wife... except he wants a baby... from me. I should tell him no. Instead, I let him touch me when I've never been touched before. And the way he touches me… makes me want to be ruined. He says he won’t ...

Fake dating the university hockey team captain was supposed to be business. It was NOT supposed to turn my life upside-down. I'm Bella Lawson—straight A's and zero tolerance for chaos. So when I offer to tutor Ryan O'Sullivan, academic disaster and Seattle's most desired bachelor, for one fake date...I’ve definitely lost my mind. My plan? Make my longtime crush jealous by showing up to his party with the hottest guy on campus. Simple. Clean. Foolproof. Except Ryan O'Sullivan doesn't do anything simple. He kisses me like he owns me. Shows up when I need him most and makes me forget this ...

Two aliens. One woman. Infinite heat I thought I was just another space explorer pushing the boundaries of known space. Then my ship crashed on an uncharted desert planet, and everything changed. Manatob and Bakku are the last survivors of their species—seven feet of alien muscle, impossibly gorgeous, and convinced I'm their destined queen. They say I carry ancient bloodlines in my DNA, that I'm the key to rebuilding their lost civilization. And they want me to carry their babies. I should be terrified. Instead, I'm drawn to them in ways that defy logic. When they touch me, I feel power ...

I came to the ranch to study equine medicine. But I had a very different lesson in mind. Wayne Stevenson is my professor. Forty-five. Brooding. A cowboy with weathered hands and a very hard body. I’ve had my eye on him since the first day of class. So when I stay with him on his private ranch for a week of hands-on horse training, I pack more than just textbooks. I pack intentions. Dirty, dangerous intentions. I’m eighteen. A virgin. Smart enough to know what I want. And stubborn enough to get it. I know what Wayne needs. A woman to take care of. A reason to feel again. A warm, wet ...

Isla Designing tuxedos for the ultra-rich is just another Tuesday. Until Roman King walks in—all sharp jaw, sharp suit, and sharper ego. He wants a custom tux. I want him out of my fitting room. Instead, I find myself pressed up against six feet of alpha billionaire with control issues and a voice that melts my spine. The problem? He’s not just dangerously hot—he’s dangerously close to unraveling everything I’ve built. Roman She’s mouthy, brilliant, and built like a sin I want to commit on repeat. Isla Quinn tells me no like it’s her job—and maybe it is. But when I want ...