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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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 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...

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 ...

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:...

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-...

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, ...

I inherited a Texas ranch and a mountain of problems. Enter Peyton Williams—six feet of solid muscle, a black Stetson, and a smile that promises all kinds of trouble. He's the kind of man who knows exactly what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. And apparently, what he wants is me. He offers to help save my ranch. I tell him I don't need saving. But when he gets me alone? When those strong hands are on my skin and he's whispering dirty promises in my ear? I forget every reason I shouldn't let him in. The problem is, the more I let him help, the more I need him. And I'm terrified that ...

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 ...

I wasn't supposed to be at that gala. Because I wasn't invited. But that didn't stop me. One reckless night pretending to be someone I'm not. Then I saw him. Adrian Vanguard. Billionaire. CEO. The man who owns the hotel where I scrub floors. He had no idea the mystery woman in his arms was the help. One kiss became one unforgettable night. I should have disappeared at midnight. Instead, I left my heart behind. Now he knows the truth—and he doesn't care. He says I'm his. That the scandal, the gossip, the impossible divide between our worlds doesn't matter. That he's never letting me go. My...

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 ...

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 ...

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-...

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 ...

Chloe I was just there to pass appetizers and not spill anything on the guests. Easy enough—until I trip (literally) into Ethan Drake. Yes, that Ethan Drake. Hollywood Hills billionaire. Ridiculously hot. Ridiculously sinful. And now? Ridiculously obsessed with me. I’m curvy, sarcastic, and absolutely not looking to be anyone’s flavor of the week… But he’s not playing by normal rules. He’s playing dirty—and I might be into it. Ethan She was supposed to blend into the background. Just the hired help. Just another party. Instead, Chloe Maddox walked in with curves that could ...

He's supposed to be my enemy. So why can't I keep my hands off him? I came to this mountain lodge desperate—one last chance to save my dying business. What I found was Reed Garnet: all sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, and the kind of confidence that makes my thighs clench. He owns the property I need. He wants me gone. We can't stand each other. Then the blizzard traps us together. One kiss against the wall turns into his hands in my hair, my legs around his waist, both of us burning up in a lodge buried in snow. We tell ourselves it's just physical. Just temporary. Just until the ...

Lacey The last thing I need is another cocky billionaire thinking I’ll bend just because he barks. But when Jaxon Wolfe shows up in my Pilates class, the internet goes wild—and so does my schedule. Now he wants private sessions. I agree…with conditions. No flirting. No flexing. No CEO games. But the man doesn’t play fair. He watches like he already owns me. Touches like he’s memorizing my body for later. And when he starts listening. That’s when I know I’m in trouble. Jaxon She’s fire in leggings with a voice like a dare and curves I’m still dreaming about. I wanted one ...

He's been watching me. And I had no idea. I thought I was safe on my isolated farm. Thought three years was enough distance from the man who hurt me. Thought I'd finally found peace in the quiet countryside, selling vegetables and living alone. Then I found the watch on my doorstep. The watch I gave him. Engraved with a promise I should never have made: All my time is yours. Doran Macky didn't just find me—he's been studying me. Learning me. Waiting in the shadows while I convinced myself I was free. When he finally arrives on my doorstep, I should call the police. Should run. Should do ...