Men coveted the very idea of me. Escort. Call girl. Prostitute. Hooker. Whore.I'd heard it all. Done it all. Over the years I'd felt a lot of things about my occupation...but not regret--never regret. I had my reasons for doing what I did and nothing and no one had ever made me question them.UNTIL MARCO VALENTI.He'd changed me and I'd naively fed into the fairy tale.But Marco wasn't my Prince Charming. He had secrets of his own. Secrets that would eventually rip away everything I held dear.

    An innocent virgin. A debt that must be paid... This is how things have always been done. It’s called the Ceremony. You go in a girl and come out a woman. It’s designed to break you, take your innocence. They say you can ascend, experience pleasure beyond this world. But for me it comes with a price. I was raised in a cult led by two muscular, tattooed, gorgeous brothers. And this is how things have always been done. But when it comes to me, instead of taking it, the two brothers save my flower instead. They train me, tease me, teach me. So they can… sell me at auction, to repay my mother's debt to the cult? They're not supposed to fall in love with me, they're supposed to sell my innocence to the highest bidder. But there’s nothing I want more than to give myself to them. And I know they want to take me for themselves. They taught me to get on my knees. Now the only rules are the ones they give me. When they see how much I worship them, how can they let go of their precious pet? Even if it means the end of everything they’ve built? Everything I’ve ever known? Even if it means sinning by saving me? Author’s Note: This is a full-length, standalone, taboo HEA menage romance. Contains forbidden themes as well as cult undertones not meant to offend. The content may be too extreme/intense for some readers...Please be 18+.

    His job is to protect me. It’s not to fulfill all my nighttime wishes. And so I resist him, fighting the enticing pull of the powerful man who watches over me. Until the night we combust in my penthouse suite. It won’t happen again, we say the next day.Besides, my mission is singular — pull off the event of a lifetime — a one-night only concert with one of the world’s biggest rock stars.A man my bodyguard happens to know. And a good bodyguard knows all sorts of things about his client. Turns out he knows my secret wishes, and he wants to make them come true. Including a VIP engagement so I can experience both men at the same time…I want to say yes, but what if I fall even more in love with the man whose mission is to keep me safe?One Night Only is a romance novel in The Extravagant Series. Other standalones in this series are One Exquisite Touch, and One Alluring Chance. The book One Time Only is a standalone MM spinoff in The Extravagant world.

    It is intended for mature readers.It started with a game - seduce the new teacher.Eighteen-year-old Kaitlyn Laurent is living the American Dream. Born into a wealthy, socialite family with more opulent surroundings and material things than any girl could even fathom, Kaitlyn is the fresh, young face amidst a sea of morally-amiss Manhattan Debutantes. She is educated, poised, and on the outside - entirely virtuous. Her life, in short, is perfect.Or so it would seem. Inside the walls of her Upper East Side mansion, Kaitlyn is struggling. After her parents' divorce and her father's remarriage to a beautiful but otherwise utterly vapid woman, Kaitlyn quickly finds herself living in a realm of self-created fantasy, completely detached and entirely clashing with her new family – particularly, her classmate-turned-stepbrother, Marius. Arrogant and with a penchant for playing games, he is intrigued and infatuated by Kaitlyn's faux-chaste outer facade that she uses to cover an otherwise calloused heart.When the two of them enter into into their final semester at Trinity Prep, and the buzz around campus is that a gorgeous new teacher has set foot in the classroom, Marius makes Kaitlyn a bet: seduce the man who is now her Literature teacher.If she wins, she gets his trust fund. Money that she can use to finally escape a life that she has come to loathe.If Marius wins...he gets her virginity.When an initial spark turns into full-blown obsession, and her affections are inevitably returned – Kaitlyn learns that there are no actions without consequence, and some affairs are simply star-crossed.

    You’ve got me good, haven’t you?But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because I’ve found your skeleton, and it's time to dust.I’ll see you in class.Oh and, Sir? I’m not wearing any panties.Love, DarcyP.s. you’re an asshole.

    This is not a sweet romance. Mature content, strong language, abuse, and violence; you have been warned! 26-year-old Rose Chambers is a fairly quite woman living alone in a small town. She finally lands a job at the local bank as a clerk but the morning she starts her training, the bank is robbed. Among the three men who are there, Jace Blackburn, the leader, takes interest in Rose. Jace is a man who takes what he wants and right now, he wants Rose.

     My BFFs and I made a pact the last month of high school: No one was going to college a virgin. The only question was, who would we choose? I knew exactly who I wanted. My teacher, Mr. Parker. I might have just graduated, but I was still his student. But Mr. Parker isn't teaching me anything in that boring civics textbook any longer. He's bossy. He's demanding. He's so much older than I am. And he's opening my eyes, teaching me exactly how pleasurable surrender can be. Author's Note: This is a sweet and sexy novella with a guaranteed HEA.

    But he’s a master of control. Skye Manning knows what she wants. Her job as assistant and photographer for a major social media influencer isn’t perfect, but it’s a rung on the ladder to bigger and better things. She’s confident she’ll one day take feature photos for National Geographic.Self-made billionaire Braden Black didn’t get where he is by taking no for an answer. When a chance encounter with the refreshingly innocent and beautiful Skye piques his interest in more ways than one, he’s determined to make her submit.Dating a billionaire soon has Skye in the middle of a Cinderella story…until the clock strikes midnight and Braden reveals his dark side. Heat sizzles between them, and Skye finds herself falling hard.But Braden Black is no Prince Charming, and his dark desires are far from his only secret.Start this amazing series off with Darkly, Follow Me Darkly told from the hero's point of view, or spice up your reading with Braden's story any time while enjoying the Follow Me series.Darkly (Book #1 in the hero's POV) can be read and enjoyed in any order!Reading order of Follow Me trilogy:Book #1: Follow Me DarklyBook #2: Follow Me UnderBook #3: Follow Me Always

    I wanted her. I wanted to do filthy things to her. And when I found out just how innocent she really was, I got even more excited, because I’d be able to teach her exactly how to use those luscious lips, those little hands, that perfect body to please me. It didn’t matter that she was my student. It didn’t matter that we had a code of ethics. It didn’t matter that I’d be ruining her for anyone else. I wanted her, and I was going to have her.

     MADDOX There's a reason why I have a reputation. But if I do this, my past could go away. I have to take little Cora’s virginity. Spoil her from the good little girl into a naughty vixen that begs for Daddy so good. I have to teach her to be a good slut, but only for me. And then, I have to let her go, and never look back. CORA He’s my teacher. I shouldn’t be attracted to him – he’s intent on humiliating me in class and making me kneel in private. I should hate Maddox. Should see him for the handsome, inked monster that he is. But I can’t stay away. Can’t stop myself from begging… Teach me, Daddy. A full-length dark romance novel. Teacher/student theme. Standalone, no cliffhanger, no cheating. HEA guaranteed.

    The harder he fights his pull to her the harder he falls. She’s too good for him and he knows it, but he can’t stay away. He’s a bad boy who likes his women as fast as the car he races, but Liri Hart is under his skin and in his veins. No matter how hard he tries to push her away, she keeps coming back for more, hoping she can be the one to change him. They say you never get over your first love. One thing is for sure. Neither of them will ever be the same again. This is the story of Killian & Liri.

    Back then, he was sweet, attentive and kind. And now?JoanneI've wanted my friend's dad for a year, and now I'm stranded in his house, with no ride home, in a bikini that's slightly too small, barely able to contain my curves.William has the body of a Roman soldier. Protective and gorgeous. Wealthy, powerful, and totally off-limits.I shouldn't want him, but I do. Crazily, achingly, completely want him to be my first. But he would never let anything happen between us, right?Wrong. Very wrong.WilliamI've built walls around my heart to protect myself and my daughter. She and I are all the other has.But when my daughter's gorgeous young friend shows up at my front door, I feel those walls crumble in an instant.I remember her from a year ago. How could I forget? She was sweet, pretty, and young. Too young for the likes of me.Now she's sweet, pretty, and young, with curves that make me crazy. Lips that make me think dirty, borderline obscene things. The closest I can get to her is slathering sunblock on those mouth-watering, pants-tightening, perfect curves that I'm obsessing over.She's still too pretty, still too young, and I still have no place laying a hand on her. I've been burned before, and the walls I've built are all that's protecting me.But I'll tear them down to get a taste of her.Please enjoy this steamy novella! No cheating, no cliffhanger, HEA.xx, Lauren

    Due to mature material, it is recommended for ages 17+.What if the person who stole your heart wasn't who you thought they were? When my parents passed away, I grew up fast. Learning to stand on my own two feet has been a challenge, but I'm making it... my way. I make no apologies for the path I've chosen. My choices have served me well, but no one knows the real me. Except one man. He's a mystery to me. He's controlling, demanding, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. Anything he wants, I'll give it to him. The hours we share together aren't about love. It's just sex. Hot, dirty, passionate sex. It was never supposed to be anything more than that. Until everything changed. Now, I'm more confused than ever. The more I learn about him, the less I seem to understand. What I do know is that I'm falling, and I have the feeling when I land, it's going to hurt.

    He was my dark savior, living life in the shadows, promising to make me his. He said he would be back for me and I waited so long; I thought I had imagined him. When I least expected it, he returned, ripping open the wounds that had long ago healed.Am I willing to give my heart to my savior, or have I been chasing a lie? His touch, his words, satisfy my darkest cravings. His secrets frighten me to my core. Obsession fueled my dark savior, and I let the nightmare overtake me, giving in to my desires. Now I’m fighting for my life, forsaking everything he promised to find the truth.

     But it didn’t stop there. He wanted to teach me to do dirty things to him. He wanted to teach me how to take a spanking, how to take him in my mouth, how to stay quiet while I was bent over his desk. He was my professor, so of course I knew it was wrong. He had a reputation for breaking hearts and leaving destruction in his wake. But I couldn’t resist his demands, his blue eyes, his strong hands roaming my body. He was too brilliant, too sexy, too demanding. He was the reason I transferred to Noland, the reason I wanted to be a writer. And now he’s the reason I’m about to lose everything. He kisses me again and this time his tongue pushes past my lips, parting them. My body responds to his, and I’m suddenly pliant in his arms, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands move to my hair. He pulls back and looks at me, not asking permission but giving a half smile, like he knows he’s going to get what he wants. And then he’s kissing me again, our kiss becoming deeper and more passionate, my head spinning with the intensity of it. His hand travels across my back, and around my ribcage. When I feel his fingertips brush across the front of my sweater, I have to fight to hold in the way I want to react. “I can’t do this,” I say. “It’s not… I mean, I don’t…” “You can do anything,” he whispers. “Anything you want.” He kisses my neck. His lips are warm and I shiver. “Sometimes it feels good to be bad, Addison.”