A survivor of violence. I fought death and won. So why do I feel so dead inside?Katya Waters is a small-town girl, mentally unprepared to deal with her deep, dark past. While walking in her sanctuary, her innocence was torn from her in the most brutal fashion- run to the ground as if she were an animal by a pack of vicious Hunters. After they wounded her spirit, they left her for dead. How does one overcome a debilitating, tragic event? By strength, perseverance, and an unrelenting will to survive. Out of desire, Katya no longer wanted to be the hunted. She hungered to be the hunter. Finally taking her life into her own hands, Katya reached for what she’d earned, for the respect every human being so rightfully deserves.By moving to a new city for the job of her dreams, Katya unwittingly brought her past nightmares to life, slowly drawing the repressed, dark memories into the light. With a deep desire to explore her true nature, Katya entered the BDSM Club, Restraint; never realizing there would be no escape from her secrets within the club’s walls. Katya’s entire existence turned into a living, breathing, never-ending therapy session from Hell.The Boss pulled Katya into a thrilling game of Kat & Mouse as a way to force Katya to accept the truth of her past. Follow Katya’s heartbreaking journey as she connected the mystery of her past with her thrilling present.… As long as I have a tomorrow, I can endure today.Publishers NoticeThe author did an extensive rewrite on this title, and the entire Mistress & Master of Restraint series. Not just editing and formatting, but a rewrite to where it's #NotTheSameBook #NotTheSameSeries The final republished editions began in early 2015 with Restraint, and mid-2017 with Checkmate so far. Reviews written before those dates may include elements that are no longer contained within the book, or the series as a whole. The author apologizes for any confusion this may cause. To avoid any reader having to repurchase the titles (via Amazon), no matter the significant changes in the contents, they are listed as the same book. Readers who are in possession of the old edition only need to update their copies via Amazon.Ms. Chilson also requests for those who reread the series to update their reviews and ratings accordingly, either for the positive or the critical, to help readers make informed decisions on whether or not to read based on what is currently in the final editions of the series. Thank you

    Living alone in the house she once shared with her ex and feeling undesirable beside her younger coworkers is hardly the recipe for finding new love--until she meets Rob. He's just the kind of charming, old-fashioned guy she needs--but he's also eager for intimacy.After serving in the Air Force and landing a well-paid civilian job, Rob Vanderhoff planned to settle down with the right woman and raise a family. But at thirty-six, he's still single and searching--until he meets Eleanora. She's everything he wants. All he has to do is draw her out of her shell. Soon he's taking her on the kind of dates she dreamed about as a teenager, fanning the flames of her desire--and helping Nora rediscover the sexy, adventurous woman they both know she really is.Content warning: This is a steamy small-town romance. Clothes will come off. Satisfaction will be found. Declarations of love will be made. And there just might be a cuss word or five.

     When Ivy Leavold is left destitute by her brother’s death, she is taken in by her cousin’s brooding, tortured widower--Julian Markham. Handsome and possessive, it’s not long before Ivy falls for him. But Mr. Markham has dark secrets, secrets that may put Ivy in danger... I am afraid. As Ivy unravels the mystery surrounding her cousin’s death, she falls deeper and deeper in love with Julian, who opens her body and her mind to his indomitable will. But even as he draws pleasure and desire from her night after night, Ivy can’t shake the feeling that their passionate affair may end in violence… And I am completely his. So begins the riveting Markham Hall trilogy--a tangled tale of love, betrayal, and murder. This volume includes The Awakening of Ivy Leavold, the second book, The Education of Ivy Leavold, and the third book, The Punishment of Ivy Leavold. And then enjoy a final glimpse into Julian and Ivy's lives in the bonus novelette, The Reclaiming of Ivy Leavold!

    But its fortunes fell violently, irrevocably, on Margaret Garden Tradd's scandalous wedding day.To the wild razzle-dazzle of the jazz age....From an ugly duckling love child, Garden Tradd became the glorious belle her mother, Margaret, had longed to be. Garden's marriage to the dashing Yankee, Sky Harris, was a triumph -- the match of a decade.With breathtaking abandon and dazzling innocence, she danced through Paris, London, and New York as the twenties roared...until betrayal turned the glitter to bitter ash....until vengeful secrets of the past sent her home to Charleston--a city waiting to embrace its own or exact its own very special revenge.

    A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap; for the measure you give will be the measure you get back. – Luke 6:38Merry Christmas to all my readers! Since I can’t send a Christmas card to every last one of you, I offer this in its stead—an Original Sinners Christmas story. Maybe your holiday season be filled to the brim with love, a good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and poured into your lap, and may your blessings outnumber the snowflakes and the stars put together. And if your love and your blessings are lacking this year, be a blessing to someone else for the measure you give will be the measure you get back.With Christmas Love and a Spirit of Good Cheer,Tiffany Reisz

    Growing up with a drunk father taught me to trust no one. When a man offers me a way to achieve my freedom, I’m put to the test. He thinks he’ll win when all I see is a man who wants to strip me of my freedom. I’ll play his game, because in the end, I’ll be the victor.No man will ever have full control over me again.ChadwickI’ve never loved another. I own them, I play with them, and I let them go. Until I meet Eve, and I see more behind her eyes. She needs to be owned and dominated. I can’t promise her love, but she has me rethinking everything I’ve ever known. She thinks she’ll win our little bet, but she’ll learn.I always get what I want.

    There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive.If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.***Dirty Bad WrongThey call him Masque.I call him God.The man I want to consume me, own me,break me and corrupt me.Yet I've never seen his face.His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel anddripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of thechimera - one body, two very different halves.He plays hard.He plays rough.He has no limits.He's so fucking dirty bad wrong.But I love him for it.***Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group.But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be.For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before...And she wants Masque to give it to her.Dirty Bad SavageThey say Callum Jackson's a savage. No home. No prospects. No self-restraint. He's red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me. But the rules don't allow for my dangerous games; they don't bend for my twisted desires. Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast. A beast I can't stop thinking about, can't stop wanting, can't stop hunting... ...I just pray to God this beast bites. Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up. Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she's even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year. It's looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep. She could do without a guy like him on her books: a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass.She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that's what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind. But the handbook doesn't know of her craving for hardcore submission. The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild. The handbook doesn't know shit... Dirty Bad Strangers He calls me his dirty girl. He’s just a caller, a sex line client, an anonymous pervert like all the others. Except he isn’t. He’s under my skin… his voice, his laugh, his twisted fantasies. He wants to watch me with other men. Lots of other men. He wants me blindfolded and bound and taken by strangers until I’m a used-up mess. Then he wants to take me himself. I should hang up, report him to my supervisor. But I won’t.

    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

    When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.

    A man-whore. Whatever the hell you want to call it, I get around. During the day, I crack heads and extort businesses. At night, I find girls to f*ck. I live to hear them moan for me, but one night is all they get. No one ever made me want more. Until her.Elena.The moment her lips wrapped around me, I was done. All day, I think about running my tongue all over those curves. Too bad those curves are off limits. She's running from a man who will kill me for touching her.Well, she's tired of running and needs my help.She thinks I'm doing it for money.I'm doing it to make her mine.

    The demented. The unstable. Six stories, six authors, non-stop madness.Dear Reader, I trust this letter finds you well. It is with the utmost concern that we invite you to join us at the infamous Serenity Institute. You’ll be able to observe the ongoings of the asylum, meet the patients and the doctors. We do however ask that you please be quiet. Do not interact with the patients, and respect the special treatments our doctors administer. This is where nightmares come alive. A home for the shattered psyche of its patients. Hope is lost when they cross the threshold. The deranged. The demented. The unstable. Six stories, six authors, non-stop madness. Kind regards,The Authors

    “Tell me. Are you?”Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week.Of all the— “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.”And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and… satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this.But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain. “If you belonged to me, Miss Cruise, you wouldn’t look so disgusted. True ownership goes both ways. I would own you, but you’d own me, too. A concept I’m sorry to say Bryce Gentry’s never understood.” My breath hitches and I pull back from the intimacy of his voice on my ear, only to get lost in the dark blue of his eyes.“Let me go,” I whisper. He does, but before he turns to go, those brooding eyes pierce me one last time. “I’ll be seeing you again soon.” And then he turns and is gone into the rain-soaked street, leaving me behind, breathless and confused.Warning: Contains triggers and dark themes which may be distressing to some readers.

    He breaks cars and bikes, and sometimes fixes them up.Charles, that’s hubby’s best buddy, also works at the yard. Charles is the boss man. He owns the place. Charles also breaks cars and bikes, and sometimes fixes them up.Me? Lil old Jamie, I also work at the yard. If you could call it work. I sweep up, make coffee, run for burgers at lunchtime, that kinda thing. But most of the time I get to watch the boys at work.It’s the forearms that do me in. Muscles on top of muscles, tensing as they rip panels away. Veins like cords as wrenches are twisted, nuts tightened.Two hot guys and one way too horny chick.What could possibly go wrong?

    She's wrong.Within moments of setting eyes on Sophia Waters, I was certain of two things. She was going to learn what happens to bad girls who cheat at cards, and I was going to be the one to teach her.But there was one thing I didn't know as I reddened that cute little bottom and then took her long and hard and oh so shamefully: I wasn't the only one who didn't come here for a game of cards.I came to kill a man. It turns out she came to protect him.Nobody keeps me from my target, but I'm in no rush. Not when I'm enjoying this game of cat and mouse so much. I'll even let her catch me one day, and as she screams my name with each brutal climax she'll finally realize the truth. She was never the hunter. She was always the prey.Publisher's Note: Prey includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

     Before he became her teacher, he had to be a student. Before he becomes her everything, he has to tell her all… As Cole and Sasha prepare to become one permanently, they have a visit from old friends. Fritz and Kate aren’t in town for long, but Fritz recently found a journal he wants Cole to have. Sasha doesn’t understand why Cole is so secretive about a journal from years ago. She tries to ignore her growing unease, but the delivery of a mysterious red envelope changes everything. Cole has demanded complete honesty from Sasha. Is he prepared to give her the same?