Check. Arctic Cruise. Check. Threesome … Pending. I had a sound plan. Place an ad, get two guys, and live out one of my deepest darkest fantasies. Easy as pie. Or so I thought. Then I met Mr. boy-next-door, Cooper Whitmore, and Mr. dark and mysterious, Jared Carrington. What’s the saying about the best-laid plans? Two men, steamy times, and the Christmas holiday. What could possibly go wrong?

    Read at your own risk You do not say no to Graham Savage, because Graham Savage doesn’t ask. Just like his name suggests, he takes, and right now, he believes I’m his. He is a cold, calculated, ruthless, formidable Irish mobster, and... my step-dad. Regardless of the fact that it's nothing more than a business transaction, he's technically married to my mom. Even still, I find myself scared to be caught, yet even more terrified of being cut loose. They say love is like a butterfly…well, we are about to prove to the world that it’s also like a punch in the face. Sometimes inevitable…and always painful.

    He’s determined to claim her and be her Daddy, but does Pearl, the sweet, inexperienced country girl, even know she is a Little?Pearl can’t believe a man as gorgeous as Marcus Holding could possibly be interested in a completely inexperienced, unsophisticated, penniless country girl like her, but from the moment she looks into his blue eyes she is smitten. She just wants to curl up on his lap and call him Daddy, but how will he feel about that? And even if Daddy can claim his Little, are their backgrounds too different for them to ever be together especially when ruthless forces are determined to tear them apart?This is the first book in the Claimed by Daddy series and can be enjoyed independently with a guaranteed Happily Ever After.Publisher’s Note: This sweet, contemporary, star-crossed lovers, D/lg romance includes elements of power exchange, sensual scenes, mild age-play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

    Flirting with him and trying to get in his pants the night of my 21st birthday party was definitely worse. But can you blame me? I hadn't seen the guy in years and he comes back looking hotter than ever. Our fling shouldn't have even begun but now that it has, I don't want it to stop. I'm crazy for this guy—and he's obsessed with me. Too bad my father will kill him if he finds out. So we can't tell him. We just have to keep it secret. Right? That might have worked... until he got me pregnant. How can we keep what we've done a secret? And what if he doesn't want us to?

    Who is he dancing for? An audience? One person? Himself? Please help me find out!Photo Description: A black/white photo of a young man dancing. His black pants ride very low on his hips. His unlaced vest is open to show off his otherwise bare torso. His body is slightly arched so that his right shoulder dips lower. His right thumb is positioned vaguely like he's hitchhiking, the left hooked in his waistband.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Hot Summer Days" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.Read the story here or find it in Don't Read in the Closet, Volume 4.__________Genre: contemporary BDSMTags: gay m/m, BDSM, stripping, anal sex, voyeurWord Count: 10,747

    Two taboo treats. Brandt’s Cherry Girl He’s old enough to be her father. She’s his best friend’s daughter. Their connection is off the charts. And so very, very wrong. This can’t happen. Oh, but it already is… Sheriff’s Bad Girl He’s the law and follows the rules. She’s wild and out of control. His daughter’s best friend is trouble. And he wants to punish her… With his teeth. WARNING: These novellas are extremely hot and jam packed with insta-love. They’re MAJORLY taboo so if you have triggers about age and deviant acts, please don’t read this. I can’t be held responsible for corrupting you. If you have a taste for all things naughty, then you’re going to devour these taboo treats!

    Something to relax me. Maybe I’d find a girl, maybe I wouldn’t. I had very little expectations.Until Angelica walked into the room looking like she stepped out of a 1952’s Home and Garden Magazine. It wasn’t just the sexy domestic style that caught my eye, it was more. I was drawn to her. One night. A little fun. A little roleplay. But it wasn’t enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her. But my pretty girl lied. She hides something from me, and I won’t accept that. She’ll learn. And when it’s all over. When I’ve saved her from the demons chasing her, I’ll truly make her mine. And she’ll live obediently ever after.