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Letters from your favorite leading men, addressed to your deepest fantasies. This audio-only anthology features love letters from some of your favorite book boyfriends, speaking directly to you - performed by voices you already love. Sometimes the letters are sweet, sometimes they're emotional, sometimes they're just plain filthy. This sultry collection of audio-only shorts is written by best-selling contemporary romance writers and performed by audiobook stars.

Kennedy’s Horror Collection series continues with Book 15. Once again, he has collected stories from authors from all over the world, and this time, they have been selected specifically from the LGBTQIA+ community. As always, only the best made the cut, and have been gathered here for your listening pleasure. Sit back, relax, and get ready for some of the best scary stories you will listen to this year.

When Timo's older sister forces him to swap bodies with her, will he recover his body when his mother thinks the swap is a good idea ... and wants to swap bodies with him?

Chapter I: Unmasking the heart I opened my eyes wide. Well, my wife’s eyes wide. “So you’re not really my sister-in–law Sarah?” She shook her head, her frizzy hair bobbed back and forth. “Nope. It’s me, Sam.” “Okay, I’ll fess up. I’m Brian.” I curtsied. (Pretend you didn’t just read that last sentence.) He nodded, then looked away at the other women. I cocked my head. “The saying is ‘boys will be boys,’” I said drolly, “But in our case, it’s ‘boys will be girls.’” I looked at the other women filing into the cultural hall. We two were in the foyer....

“Okay, it started out innocently enough. It was a Halloween dance. I’d swap bodies with Candy Seebler, so she and her twin sister could go as a husband and wife couple. Me? I’d be in Candy’s body, and she’s be dressed as a cowgirl.” “I could survive that for a few hours.” “Or so I thought …” When Trygg Everett Roskilde get trapped in Candy Seebler's body, he struggles to find a way to swap back. But will he succeed when Candy (in his body) is hit during the shooting, and is in ICU?

It has been 1,200 years since the demons and their allies destroyed the last zdrell master, the only kind of wizard who could challenge their mastery of the world. Master Silurian, though not a zdrell master himself, has been fighting demon magic all his considerable life and hoping against hope that a new zdrell master would enter the world. Now as the demons and their wizards are nearly ready take over the continent and cement their hold over the entire human race, Jonny is discovered by Silurian, a boy, who untutored is able to manipulate magic like the zdrell masters of old.

It was a blind date to a lonely cabin, but Ash got more than we bargained for when a psychological manipulator swapped bodies with him. Will Ash get his body back, and escape her clutches?

When middle school teacher Rikki swaps bodies with her student Kvarsi, chaos ensues. But will they be able to come to terms with the swap, as they struggle to survive in a cave-in, run low on food and battery power, and have no idea what they are doing?

BOOK 1 OF THE SERIES CHAPTER I. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for...” “Shut up.” I exhaled. I looked away from her, and down. My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the sink. My fingers. I wiggled them slightly, then clamped down my grip. They were smaller now, with a ring on the left-hand middle finger. As I gripped the edge of the sink, they turned white, almost as bloodless as the old porcelain. I did not want to look up, knowing that my stomach could not take the jolt if I looked in the mirror again. I felt a large hand on my back. I touched me slowly, and gently rubbed me....

Ponder this: Your wife gets the lauds and kudos, and finally a chance to make it big in Washington DC. But you, year after year, get the short end of the stick—and that in the rear-end. Your life is spent crawling in the shadows of your wife's success. What ends will you take to even the score? In this horror story of love, passion, rivalry, body-swapping, and ultimately revenge, we confront the dark side of human existence, at its grizzly worst.

Hank Kämpe hates his roommate--a shiftless, ne'er-do-well couch-potato with a puckish streak that borders on the Luciferian. This sadistic streak got both wild and goes wrong when his roommate goes crazy with his birthday wishes. Will Hank survive the insanity?

The 1930s. Art deco. Jazz. Flappers. And disaster. On their first anniversary, Ward and Mattie accidentally swap bodies. But this is to be expected when Ward horsed around with the scientific equipment at his lab. But will they be able to swap back , seeing they are hoplessy drunk?

As scholars of African American literature and cultural history, Bennett and McCarthy repeatedly find themselves struck by the number of exciting poets they come across in long-out-of-print collections and forgotten journals, whose work has been neglected and, in some cases, entirely ignored, even by those academic circles devoted to the study of Black poetry. Minor Notes is an excavation initiative that addresses this problem by recovering archival materials from these understudied, though supremely gifted, African American poets of the 19th and 20th centuries.

BOOK 3 OF THE SERIES In this conclusion to the Being In Her Body Trilogy, B. H. Wrencher learns the occult secrets behind Big Momma Jane's body-swapping. * CHAPTER I. There's one thing about zapping into another person's body. There is a sudden pop, and then you gasp and you feel your blood pressure rise suddenly, then you stabilize. I think it has to do with your mind taking over the body. You have you mind, and it is used to handling your body a certain way. Then the mind is zapped, or uploaded, into a new body. And there is some confusion as it gets used to the new body. Much like when ...

When both their mother and his father die, leaving Thorleif and Erika alone with their new stepmom, will Thorleif be able to bring stability and safety to his sister, while their stepmom abuses them?

BOOK 2 OF THE SERIES CHAPTER I. Yup. I'm still in her body. Now, before I begin, I have been thinking about something. You know, the so-called ontological shock that would happen when a man suddenly turns into a woman. Specifically, why didn't I suddenly go insane? I really don't know. But I'm glad I didn't—right? Let me explain, or hypothesize. I'm a paralegal, not a head-shrink, so I have no idea. One reason may be because in order to survive, I've had to adapt. You know, cruddy apartments, rejection from colleges and society, taking a series of dead-end jobs just to survive. That kind ...

Hi, there. I’m Helen’s sister. You know, the one who was serving her mission in Thailand. The one who sent her the dragon statue. Yup. It’s all my fault. I’m not going tell you how I got the statue, or what happened between me and my companion. That’s for another ebook. But what I am telling you is this: I’m an RM, and ... ...and I’m still single. Come on, you know why singlehood happens. We’re all born single, and it takes effort to get married. And sometimes you best efforts yield nothing. You’re just left with a heart full of smoke and wind. And that’s what happened ...

When Sunny convinces Kvígr to swap bodies with her so she can go on the boy scout campout, will she be able to keep her secret when the dream of her her life Marques Ribeiro, asks Kvígr (in her body) out on a date?

Chapter I: Henry Higgins Revisited I pushed the gas pedal down. “I see why men love driving. You’re this small clot of flesh and blood. But put this fragile clot inside a chassis of steel, add several hundred horsepower, and you are in business.” Sarah threw her head back. “Meep, meep!” I stole a quick glance at Sarah. She was in her husband’s body, which was slowly winning a pyrrhic victory against prostate cancer. She looked haggard in the borrowed flesh. But beneath the emaciation, there was a glow of joy. Maybe it was her smile. “You know, being in our husband’s body is ...

“It's not fair!” she protested. He hands were in tiny balls. Her knuckles white. Dr. Pike Wilder's face was cold, almost bronzelike. But his eyes were golden whirlpools, dynamic and hypnotic. “Dottie …” “I said I'm not Dottie. I'm her sister Maddie. We switched bodies.” Dr. Pike's face showed no reaction. His voice rose a level, taking an assertive tone. “We've checked your biometrics—fingerprints, DNA, dental records.” Her eyes flashed, nostrils were flared and her breathing shallow and quick. “But what about my soul-metrics? Have you analyzed my soul?” “That is ...