FOR ADULTS (18+) ONLY. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sarah was a virgin when she was married. When she and her husband, Sam, were intimate for the first time, Sarah was amazed at the pleasures that sex could bring her. But soon after, sex became boring, monotonous. Until she discovered her husband’s secret. After discovering that Sam used to work in the Adult Film industry, Sarah confronts him and demands that they spice up their sex life. Sam agrees, and suddenly Sarah is thrown into a world of sexual adventures and fantasies she could have never dreamed of—one she can never return from. My Husband's Secret is a Novella of approximately 100 pages.

    

    Just when I think I’ve saved my father’s company, my brothers leave me to fight alone.I'm forced to turn to a former enemy---the Valerian brothers, Vlad, Ilya, and Maxim, corporate titans with more money than God.With layoffs on the line, I'm not above using my feminine wiles to save the day. Except these boys play a different kind of game.I think I’m falling for one, but they come as a package. Three men? What will I do with three men?Sensing I’m titillated by their offer, they take me to Club Sin, a place to bare our souls and explore our deepest desires. It's scandalous and sublime but I convince myself it can’t last. But it does. There’s no way around it.Soon, I can't separate lust from love, and the only boys I want to play with are the ones who own my heart and always let me win.Fantasies are meant to come true and the men of Club Sin will see to your every kinky desire. This November, 22 of your favorite steamy romance authors take you inside Club Sin, a forbidden place where you’ll find love and pleasure with multiple hot men in these Reverse Harem novellas. Can you handle the heat?22 rooms, 22 fantasies...Which door will you step through?

    

    Smith is determined to help her heal, and he has a decidedly decadent plan to replace her nightmares with a hot fantasy involving their friend Dex.

    Tyler Campbell is caught off guard by his sudden, intense attraction to fellow student Susanna Lombardi and is determined to make her his. But she says she can not have a boyfriend for reasons she will not reveal.Tyler becomes obsessed with learning the secrets of the women he's fallen in love with. Where does she go on her mysterious trips? What's the source of her seemingly endless supply of money? Why does her house have so many locked doors? Does she really have reasons for never being in a relationship, or is she just protecting herself?"Do you want me to come on you?" I breathed, barely able to speak.She answered with no hesitation. "I want whatever you want," she said as her breasts feverishly massaged my cock. It felt like a bomb about to explode.I knew we didn't have much time. I wanted to come all over her chest, but even more than that, I wanted to know what it was like to pound her round, gorgeous ass."Stop." I barely exhaled. She sat back on her heals, removing her breasts from my lap as I took a deep breath to calm down. "Do you have any condoms?" I asked.She scooted on her knees to a nearby end table and opened the drawer. "I'm pretty sure I have just one in here unless someone found it the other night." She rummaged through the drawer for about 30 seconds. I was glad it took a while. It gave me time to settle myself down a little before the next round.She finally found the condom and handed it to me. I tore the little yellow package open but decided not to put it on just yet. I laid the package on the arm of the couch and stood up."Your turn," I said as I reached down to help her stand up beside me. "First, I need you out of those clothes."She showed me that sexy smile I already loved so much. "Whatever you want," she moaned, then took my hand and rose to her feet. I pulled her pants and panties all the way down to the floor and helped her step out of them.Susie looked beautiful standing before me. I swear, I had never been attracted to her body type before. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I studied her, trying to burn her image into my memory. Susie's body was full and silky, and looked even better naked than I had imagined.I put my arms around her back as I leaned down to overtake her mouth with mine. I fiercely pressed my hard body to hers, reveling in the luxurious feel of her softness against me. Her breasts felt like pillows; her stomach cushioned my hard c**k. I wanted to take her away to a deserted island and devote myself to learning everything I could about her body for a few years.I felt her hands on my ass pulling me closer. She cupped my firm muscles as she moaned and breathed harder into my mouth. My d**k pressed harder into her stomach until I couldn't take it anymore."Sit on the couch," I whispered.Without a word, she sat down. I knelt down on the floor in front of her and gently placed a hand on each of her knees, spreading them apart. I was about to reach for the condom when I caught a glimpse of the soft folds between her thighs. I knew I needed to taste her. I put my hands under her knees to guide her legs even further apart. Then I stopped to gaze at her for a moment, admiring her naked body, trying again to burn another picture of her into my memory. She half smiled at me with a dreamy look in her eyes.I loved how those big tits complimented her pretty pink p***y, and the way her long blond hair framed her beautiful face as it fell around her shoulders, onto her chest. I was once again reminded of a scene from a trashy magazine featuring large-breasted women with their legs spread open. She was a guilty pleasure come to life.I bent my head down and gave her one good, long lick from the bottom of her p***y up to her cl**. She moaned and put her hands on the back of my head."Woman, you are so wet," I said, just before my mouth began its assault on her.I took my time with her at first, licking every inch of her, my tongue lingering to enjoy her taste. Every time I had done this with a woman in the past, the room was dark. But Susie had the lights on, confident and unashamed. It turned me on to be able to see her p***y while I was licking it.I sucked on her lips for a while before I moved up to her cl**. Her moans got louder as my tongue moved in fast circles around it."Damn it! I need you to f**k me, now!" she demanded. I could hear pain in her voice. I desperately wanted to f**k her, but not yet. I longed to get her off with my mouth before we went any further. I wanted to taste her and feel her wetness dripping all over me as I brought her to orgasm.

    A diamond, gained through betrayal and blood, upon which the Rosenberg family's fortunes were founded and whose price is yet to be paid. Kiev, 1875: Josef Rosenberg narrowly escapes death from a Cossack raid, rescuing Tanya, the youngest daughter of his old friend Boris Anatov. Fleeing to a new life in England, his skill as a diamond cutter – and the notoriety of being the man who cut the famed Rose Stone – are the foundation of success and security. But even as his reputation for fine jewellery flourishes, and Josef’s new family grows large and wealthy, the thought of the Rose Stone – and of what had been done to acquire it – will cast a dark shadow of guilt and revenge, eclipsing generations to come. The Rose Stone is a dazzling saga of love, family and suspense by the best selling author, perfect for fans of Lisa Kleypas and Santa Montefiore.

    Ann was proud of her husband, and he might one day be Mayor and maybe even Governor. But politics is an ugly business and someone has dug up some dirt on Ann back when she was a California college student. It wasn't just that she had radical friends, but she lived with them, like hippies, in a run-down building and every night there was booze, drugs and orgies. Ann has a shock when she finds out it's her own father in law investigating her, especially when he makes her an offer. She can keep her secret but the price is high, total submission to her father in law.

    While Hannah is attracted to the hot, young guy from the plane, she's far too loyal to her husband to have an affair... at first. This is a slow-burning story of wife-sharing for the first time, with a scorching finale.

    All that time she never forgot her first love. Now her husband is dead and she must mourn for a year. Sad and lonely she hopes to retire to the dower house, even though she is only 30. Maybe she will have some peace and yet the new duke will not hear of it. Why does he look at her so? Kent Sheridan, the Earl of Wimborne has golden hair and rich brown eyes and he has never married. Knowing that the woman of his dreams is now free is a delicious form of torture. How he wishes to ride over and see her, to sweep her off her feet but etiquette says he cannot. Claudette finds herself in an increasingly uncomfortable situation. One day danger finds her in her once peaceful home. Will she escape the wrong duke? Can Kent find the love he longs for? Find out in this sweet, and clean Regency romance by bestselling author Charlotte Darcy.

    

    As a successful dietician, she started her own business, by traveling and doing home visits for patients instead of working for someone else. She always knew she was destined for greatness. The only area she struggles in is her love life. After taking a trip home to visit her parents, she runs into her high school sweetheart. It has been seven years since she’s seen him, but her feelings haven’t changed, and she discovers that immediately after seeing him. Chance Sylvester has accepted mediocrity in his love life, since he felt like he couldn’t have the woman he wants. As a successful accountant, he’s made the best of life and his career, feeling like he was on the brink of making partner. His mediocre love life comes to a screeching halt when he sees Amesha, after seven years, in the grocery store. He is determined to hold onto her this time, no matter what it takes. This chance encounter is only the beginning. Despite the rekindling, they are now adults and don’t know if they will be as compatible as they once were as kids. Can they turn a past, immature attraction into an undeniable love?

    If you bet on the right fighter.Trouble is the guy we owe all the money to? He also runs the fights.As soon as I see him though, my fighter I just know he’ll win. And I’m betting more than all our money on him.I’m betting my life he’s the man I think he is.A lover and a fighter. Is there such a thing as both?I can’t wait to find out.DillonGo down in the fourth. Get paid, go home.Simple.Marconi’s fights means Marconi’s rules and until today I never cared less about who won or lost, as long as I got paid.But as soon as I sense her, even before I even see her sweet thick curves, I know she’s the only thing I want to be going down for.Throwing a rigged fight, a Marconi fight? It’s suicide.But I’d rather die trying to help who I can see clearly needs it than die wondering what could’ve been, what should’ve been just one thing.Mine.*Possessive Fighter is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    It didn’t change anything once they got married. Every Saturday the men left their wives at home to wonder what it was that they were doing. Cindy and Eve had never been friends, but once they come together, the two women decide that they want to know what goes on, so they follow their husbands. It all turns out to be legit and even though they don’t understand it, they are keen to get their husbands back. Once they are invited to a poker game, the truth is finally relieved and the two women get more than they bargained for in the process when the game of poker turns downright dirty.

    I wasn’t wearing an orange jumpsuit, but instead a flimsy hospital gown engulfed my frail body. As I looked into my husband’s eyes, I wondered if this would be the last time I saw him … the last time I hugged him … the last time I told him I loved him. I worried that my last few breaths would be taken as the wheels of the gurney squeaked down the brightly lit hallway, slowly making our way to the operating room. In the next few moments they would begin surgery to remove a brain tumor from my right frontal lobe. My life was about to change. This is my story, my true story, of my journey overcoming my brain tumor. One that I hope ends with a happy ending. That’s the thing about hope; even in my darkest days, that hope remained deep within my soul. I hoped that the person I used to be would fight their way back, out of the depths. And today, hope still fills my heart … hope that I will make the most of my second chance at life. Life doesn’t send out invitations — so today I choose to be bold. Be brave. Be unforgettable. And I choose to LIVE.