But the Aliens are in for a surprise! Bill is a retired Navy SEAL and Jane is an Air Force Space Command captain. Together they must breakout from escape-proof cells, fight the ship's crew, capture the captain and take over the starship--all before they are delivered to Buyers on an Alien world. Along the way they gain Alien allies, including a naive ship AI. But will their escape survive a space battle at the Market world where captives are bought and sold? All that is certain is it was a bad move to kidnap a SEAL!

    She assumes that her guy is the one who’s dressed more casually, in jeans and sport coat, but she soon realizes her man is the complete opposite, dressed in a fine-tailored suit, waiting with the air of confidence of the man who owns the place. His name is Stephan Hale, and though he doesn’t own the hotel, Chardonnay quickly learns that he’s just as suave as he is in complete control of everything. Stephan begins to explore the object he’s admiring all night long, and he decides to take her to a botanical garden where he’s sure they’ll have privacy. But will Chardonnay put a stop to the evening before things even really get going? Will she allow herself to submit to Stephan and his dominant touch in the way her body is telling her to? And what will happen when Chardonnay and Stephan realize that the details behind their blind date aren’t exactly what they seemed to be?

    Having witnessed crime, poverty, death and much more at such a young age; Harlem learned to make a way when there was no way. Due to unfortunate circumstances, and fear for her family, Harlem’s mother packs them up and relocates to a shelter away from everyone and everything she’s accustomed to. Opting to make the best of her situation, Harlem finds solace in the presence of the young and handsome Enzo Maverick. As much of a mystery as he is to Harlem, Enzo prefers to keep it that way. With an impeccably rude demeanor and crass decorum, mostly everyone stays clear from him. Everyone except his mother’s boyfriend, Khalil. When the two come to blows and Enzo almost gets arrested, his mother is forced to make a decision that lands Enzo in the same place as Harlem, where their blossoming, yet rocky friendship begins. Hesitant to trust anyone, Enzo and Harlem both quickly learn that allowing one another into their world may be just what they need to find peace. When tragedy and triumph strikes, the two are abruptly detached. After years pass, Harlem is no longer the curious 17-year-old Enzo first encountered. In fact, she’s just as ruthless and cold-hearted as he is. In this gritty tale of money, love, lust and betrayal, Harlem is reminded that everything in life worth fighting for comes with a struggle. Even love; a feeling she desperate yearns for.

    I couldn't stop thinking about the dirty things he did to me. Was I a slut for enjoying it so much? I no longer cared, I needed more from him. When I got that phone call, I knew what was coming. This is part 1 of The Billionaire's New Toy (amazon.com/dp/B00KYGD430): 1. Summoned: For His Pleasure (amazon.com/dp/B00K3FE6AM) 2. Forced: To Enjoy (amazon.com/dp/B00KCWNZDK) 3. Used: To Satisfy Enjoy your reading time again!

    She may have been pompous and arrogant, but she had a body that was built for sin. She was sweet and succulent, the textbook definition of a MILF. She also happened to be my brother's wife....... She never liked me, and I have only ever tolerated her. That is, until I found out she has a secret. A deep, dark secret. And she’ll be willing to do almost anything to keep her secret from being discovered. It looks like it's time for us to get to know each other better... *** This is an erotic first in series about a submissive relationship between two consenting adults. Who are married to other people. And one of them is quite twisted. It is lewd, tawdry & over the top, enjoy if you dare! FF, MF, FFM, Bondage, BDSM ***

    A short story from Franz Kafka, celebrated author of dark haunting tales of transformation and the horrors of life.Sometimes translated as "A Country Doctor."

    After only one brief visit, Diana Armstrong, a cookbook author and food and travel writer, buys an ancient stone house right in the middle of the historic center of a village sandwiched between Tuscany and Umbria. Somewhere South of Tuscany is fun and witty! Of course, with Diana's culinary background, food is never very far from the surface. Diana, her husband and her family are as much concerned with their meals as they are with fixing their house. Restoring a 400 year old house in the backwoods of Italy makes for a fertile breeding ground for disasters, scrapes and a few discoveries too. (Everyone considering buying and renovating a home in Italy should ready her book!) Her culinary adventures in this Umbrian region are never very far from center stage. Diana, ever the passionate cook, provides deliciously simple recipes for all the food she mentions in the book. She gives every American cook the tools to transport themselves and their guests right into this green heart of rural Italy.

    Her shock at being evicted is quickly replaced by surprise when her beau suggests they finally buy a house together. Billie agrees to go house hunting only to find that every home has history, and trying to find a house that doesn't have old ghosts proves tricky for someone who can see the dead. Detective Mockler faces a challenge of his own when he's put in charge of a newly formed cold case unit to clear the backlog of old homicides. He dives into the new job eagerly only to hit an unexpected snag that could prove troubling to both himself and his psychic girlfriend. When the search for a house proves futile, Billie stumbles across her dream home; a quaint fixer-upper with vintage charm and a lack of ghosts. But nothing is ever simple when it comes to the paranormal and the new home-owners find themselves under assault from a violent presence that can elude Billie's psychic abilities. Meanwhile, John Gantry, the occult expert/con man, faces his own terrifying ordeal when he learns that his family is coming to visit for the holidays.

    It is a story about a boy lost in life, the system and finally found. It is a moving and troubling sotry to read

    Despite her attempts at defiance, however, she soon finds herself standing naked before the men of his private club for a humiliating interrogation and an even more shameful reminder of her place.With her bare bottom still burning from a painful dose of the strap, the firm-handed gentlemen take turns showing Helena the many ways a naughty girl can be punished, used, and enjoyed. But they plan to do much more than just teach her a stern lesson. By the time they are finished with Helena she will not only be ready for a husband to master her, she will be begging for it.Publisher's Note: Given to the Club is a stand-alone entry in the Galactic Discipline series. The books of the Galactic Discipline series can be read in any order. Given to the Club includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    Everything about their new life together is wonderful, until Emma learns the children’s sport agency that sent her to Africa has gone bankrupt. Back when she was pining for Vanessa, Emma’s work was a godsend, both for her and for the kids who had nothing else good in their lives. The thought of those children losing that vital support is heartbreaking—but how can she help from so far away?Vanessa loves how Emma cares for others, but the thought of losing her to Africa again is almost more than she can bear. Despite the insecurities from her past still clinging to her soul, Vanessa can’t sit by and watch the woman she loves suffer, much less the children. So there’s only one thing to do—call on an old friend for help.Philanthropists Eve and Lainey Sumptor are eager to come to the rescue. With the help of their pooled resources (including an erotic meeting with Mistress), Vanessa and Emma embark on the journey of a lifetime. A journey that will finally heal the last cracks in their wounded souls.Follow the ladies from Melissa Tereze’s bestselling Mrs. Middleton and Jourdyn Kelly’s critically acclaimed LA Lovers series as they join forces for a wild journey to explore the deeper sides of themselves.

    

    When his boss’s little sister’s house is broken into, he’s tasked with keeping her—and her secrets—safe. Trace’s arrival turns Aimee Inamorata’s perfectly ordered life upside down. The dominant and infuriatingly arrogant man is the kind of jaded alpha male she’s spent a lifetime avoiding. Now he’s sleeping in her house, telling her what to do, looking like temptation and sin, igniting a flame that threatens to consume her. The madman determined to kill her is closer than anyone thinks, and Aimee will need to learn to trust Trace before it’s too late.

    Exhausted and desperate, she takes shelter in a cave, only to witness a series of events so unbelievable that she promptly writes them off as a dream.Addie awakens in the home of a man who introduces himself as Adam. Her handsome rescuer explains that since the snowfall has made the journey out of the valley impossible, she will need to stay with him until spring. Irritated by his commanding tone, Addie responds rudely to Adam, but to her shock he pulls her over his knee and spanks her bare bottom soundly.Despite her fury at being punished in such a shameful fashion, Adam's dominance ignites desires in Addie that she never would have expected, and soon she is begging for more as he takes her long and hard. Addie's situation becomes far more complicated, however, when a huge, ruggedly attractive brute of a man named Armel confronts Adam and attempts to claim Addie for himself.As events unfold around her, it eventually becomes clear to Addie that what she saw back in the cave was no dream. Adam and Armel are both shifters, one a wolf and the other a bear, and they both want her as their own. Will Addie be forced to choose between them, or can the two fiercely dominant beasts find a way to share their headstrong little human?Publisher's Note: Taken by the Alphas includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    I could hear it. There, beyond the beach, behind the tree-line. Off to my left, out of sight. I was still on the beach, just beyond the waterline. I crawled here a few minutes ago. I heard the rustling almost immediately; as soon as I had become conscious again. I didn’t know how long I had been there, apparently washed up by a higher tide sometime earlier. My clothes were still wet, so I must not have been here more than a few hours. I didn’t wake up coughing, so it didn’t seem that I had drowned. The life-jacket seemed to have kept me above water. I was on my knees, scanning the tree-line for movement, and listening…and trying to get my bearings. I had been awake for just a few minutes. The sun was up, but barely. Of course, we almost never saw the sun because of the ash clouds, but they were getting better every year. It had been 18 years since the cataclysm. If the cataclysm had taught us anything, it was to be careful and think things through. I wasn’t in immediate danger as far as I could tell. My only injury seemed to be a really painful, but minor head-wound from where I had been hit. We had left the compound on Tahiti early yesterday. Or was it the day before? I guess it didn’t matter. I guess I didn’t know for sure what day it was. I didn’t have a watch; we didn’t have much use for them. When you don’t have appointments, and no train to catch, precise times aren’t that important. I had intended to travel with just the cargo, but Aunt Irene hated the islands and wanted to go back to what she thought of as her home. For some reason, she expected to find the resort and the town just like she had left it. She was delusional. I might not have said that last week, but after what happened, I would have a lot more to say if there had been anyone to listen to me. What I couldn’t figure out was how she and Clark thought that they could survive a two year journey at sea in relative isolation, eating mostly fish. Irene was used to demanding that others do her work for her. How did she imagine that she would handle a trip like this with just me, Clark, and the four sisters? She didn’t even like any of us. My plan was to stay on a different end of the boat as much as possible. But that was all pretty much ancient history now. Last night, I was standing at the bow of the boat, watching the last of the sunlight disappear. It was going to be dark. The moon didn’t show much these days. Irene came up and stood beside me and said, “So, out there is Rangiroa?” I said yeah, but there was something strange about the question. She knew as well as I exactly where we should be and where our course was taking us. Yeah, the island Rangiroa and it’s neighbors was just in front of us. We’d be passing them overnight. There was something weird in her voice. She sighed and said, “Yeah,” and then I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I passed out. I woke up on the beach here, listening for something out there, beyond the tree-line.