After his initial consult, therapist Tom Langois believes he’ll never see Kevin again—but Kevin turns up three years later to make repairs on Tom’s new house.Kevin and Tom become fast friends, and Tom begins to suspect Kevin may be interested in more than friendship. However, Kevin remains haunted by something from his childhood—something so terrible he blocked it from his mind. These suppressed memories make it impossible for Kevin to get close to anyone without panicking and lashing out, sometimes violently. But as his past begins to surface, it becomes apparent that Kevin may hold the key to a twenty-five-year-old mystery: what happened to Billy?

    Charlie shone like a beacon in a world that had long since lost any light. But she was never meant for me, a man that killed without remorse and collected bounties drenched in blood.I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.But everything comes with a price, especially second chances for a man like me. Killing for her was easy. It was living for her that turned out to be the hard part.Author's Note: This is a full-length romance novel. It's not a super-dark read, no trigger warning. Explicit violence and hot sex included. HEA, no cheating.

    And she and I are both villains… I stole her from her precious cartel, and now she's my pretty little pawn. She should fear me, but she doesn't. I'll have to teach her… I put a gun to her head and she holds a knife to my throat. Round and round we go, inviting the sickness that consumes us both. We play our twisted game with sweet threats and cruel promises, neither backing down. I crave her madness in the most depraved ways. Only a woman as ruthless as Camilla could ever make me weak, and she'd love to watch me crumble. Two very bad people who want very bad things are never safe together. Some love stories have no heroes.

    I’ll bathe in his tears and watch as he humiliates himself. It’s all for my pleasure. I own it all and he’s just another addition to my collection.EmilioIl Padrone calls me his toy. His property. He says I can earn the right to be higher in his organization if only I submit. If only I change who I am. I may be younger, but he hasn’t seen the likes of me before.Just how twisted can a tale of vengeance become?Trigger Warnings: This is a dark MM Mafia with graphic violence and extreme sexual situations. While this series becomes dark romance, it does not begin that way. Book 1 of the Vendetta Series, ends on a cliffhanger

    Isaac is a class A shitheel with only three things on his mind: his next vape break, his next paycheck, and a just-for-fun feud with fun-police coworker, Atticus. Atticus is a surface level stick-in-the-mud. Cleancut and built, he's never found without hand sanitizer or a scowl. He hates three things: a disorganized workspace, germs of any kind, and Isaac. The two exist on the verge of Atticus’s fist down Isaac’s throat at all times, until one day, Isaac discovers a secret: Atticus’s pierced nipples. Something clicks in his head, and Isaac goes from zero to a hundred. Obsessed. He has to have Atticus — whether or not the big guy is on board with this budding romance. Things move fast, but Isaac isn't happy just to get him in bed. He needs to own Atticus body and soul — and doing so requires confronting Atticus’s germophobia, by making him more scared of the person who loves him than he is of a dirty floor. At 34k, Claiming the Cleanfreak starts as a bully romance which becomes much darker. It contains very rough and explicit scenes. Further warnings inside.

    The colonies are isolated, primitive and everyday people are still dependent on fossil fuels. Coal is mined in much the same way as it was back in the olden days on Earth. The labor is hard, dirty and dangerous. As the colonies grow, prison work camps are established to maintain supply. They quickly become a place where the poor and unwanted members of society are sent to be made use of. It is to one of these forced labor camps that the unfortunate Jesse is sent. He is young, small and weak- far too weak to perform the grueling work required to earn enough meal credits to keep himself from starvation. The men who cannot provide for themselves become camp ‘women’ and are forced to sell their bodies for credits. A lucky few are selected by the strongest, most powerful miners to become their ‘wives’. To Jesse, wives are simply whores that are used exclusively by one man and he abhors his new husband. But his husband cherishes his young bride and Jesse soon learns that becoming a miner’s wife...might just be the best thing that has ever happened to him. Warning: This story features heavy misogynistic themes. Although the characters evolve over time, their thoughts and actions may be offensive to some readers.

    I know this because I diagnosed myself.I have a PhD in Clinical Psychology from a very prestigious university.I am charming, attractive, and you probably want to sleep with me.I take what I want, when I want, and I enjoy picking the most tragic of all my patients to experiment with.I have no remorse, I am unrelenting in my pursuit of tragedy, and I am about to meet my match.Her name is not important, I am only allowed to call her Mistress. She is a femme fatale, a patient, and now an obsession.She will destroy me, I will do anything to get inside of her.I can already feel her inside of me.**Trigger warning. This novel contains situations of perversity and dubious consent. It is not a love story, but more of a journey through a few short days in the life of a madman. What you see is not always what you get, reality is altered through his eyes and sometimes there is no happily ever after.

    Please read the content warning before beginning as there are dark themes that may be triggering to some readers.BenWake up. Smoke. Get drunk. Sleep. Repeat. I’m about to start my senior year of high school, and I don’t see that cycle changing any time soon. I’ve spent most of my life just trying to make it one more day, a precarious war in my head—one I was barely winning. But then he forced his way in and showed me what I was missing. A boy I’ve always looked at a little bit too long. He’s no better than me, though— He’s barely hanging on.DamonI’m careless and I probably shouldn’t have gone out of my way to hook-up with a very pretty, very straight, boy. He wants more than I have to offer. He may not even realize it, but it’s written all over his face. His bright eyes drill into me in a desperate attempt to rip me apart and dive inside, but what he doesn’t know is that would be the worst decision of his life. I’m no one’s savior.

    By the author of Hostile Taking!37,550 words.