My name is Will. Apparently, I’m a necromancer. You would think that I might be a little bit more certain about something like that. Magical practitioners apparently go through a lot of training in an apprenticeship. Again with the apparently. In this case ‘apparently’ is completely appropriate because I didn’t do any of that. I was finally ready to renovate my house, so I was in a pinch for an apartment. I ended up in one that had a bunch of weird reviews. I did say I was in a pinch. It turned out that the apartment had a ghost. I sort of ...uh… well, maybe you should take a seat. I have quite a story to tell. I should warn you first - since my divorce, my social life has been rather...unconventional. By that I mean, I have more than one lady in my life. I have a friend that is a madame. I keep getting chased by zombies. One of my girlfriends likes to be tied up. My story is a slice of life, so I’m afraid you’re going to get a fairly significant amount of detail on my sex life while I struggle to get my brain wrapped around what it means to be a necromancer. If you’re likely to be offended by descriptions of sex, harem-like relationships, prostitution, the IT business, genatalia, project management, showering, domestic violence, cooking, going to the bathroom, women trash-talking each other, and probably about 150 things that I’ve become inured to… ...go have a good life somewhere else. If you’re not worried about any of that, then pull up a chair.

    Show you what a big mistake you made. He wasn’t just anybody. He was billionaire Jared Northrup, my ex. I knew what he’d done. Why we broke up 3 years ago. But seeing him now forced me to forget the pain he’d put he through. The way he looked at me was simply irresistible and I realized right away that I wasn’t over him. Not even close. I tried to be strong. I really did; but his temptation won me over and I couldn’t resist jumping into his bed. But I wasn’t the only one he had his sights set on. Or at least that was what I thought. Once a playboy, always a playboy. And if it came down to having him choose me or her, you better believe I wasn’t going to be the one going home alone. Not this time around. I was in it to win it. Mature audience only. 18+

    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.

    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?

    She has been rejected by her own family. So, when a top businessman, Manik Raichand, chooses her over her perfect sister, she has a hard time believing a man like him would want her. No matter how hard she tries resisting him, he knows his way to her heart. Charming with sinful good looks, he’s irresistible. Manik is the only man who tempts her enough to break through her walls and give into her desires. He makes her body come alive with emotions she’s never experienced before. He is the man of her dreams, but can their love survive her demons? Book one in the Wild Hearts Series but can be read as a standalone too. A steamy read with a happily-ever-after ending and no cheating.

    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.

    

    I had a three-day notice to pay rent or quit. The ad was the answer to my problem. Someone needed a party hostess for 24 hours on a private island. With my catering experience and model looks, I could get the gig. But when I set eyes on the man about to fly me to the island, I realized I might have made a mistake. The tall, older, arrogant stranger didn’t just undress me with his eyes, he used me right there on the pavement. Deviant desires seemed to radiate from him. He pulled a black leather dog collar out of his pocket. “Wait. You have to sign this before we do anything. Read it.” He handed me a contract. The wind swept a bottle down the runway and blew my skirt up. It was hard to read with his dark eyes looking right through my underwear and into my secret places. “This is a mistake. I didn’t know the ad meant —.” “You thought you were going to serve canapes on a tray?” He chuckled. “No, Brittani. You’re the main course.” His eyes worked me over again. “And you’re perfect.” He handed me a pen that probably cost more than my laptop. “Just sign at the bottom of the page. Full disclosure, full consent. That’s the way I do business.” “Can I leave?” “Of course you can leave. If you leave now. But you don’t get paid if you leave. Once we get to the island, you’re ours for 24-hours.” He tapped the contract with his long finger. “When your service is over, I transfer $10,000 to your account and send you home.” “$10,000?” I choked on it. That was more than generous. I scanned the contract again. It had long, dense paragraphs of disclaimers and waivers but not much in the way of details. “I’ll be — okay — when it’s over?” “You’ll be okay.” He smiled. I liked his smile. I needed the money. I signed. He put the collar around my neck and buckled it. If you like dark short erotica, kinky alpha billionaires — and no-entrances-barred hard-and-unprotected group interracial action with a white woman at the center, you'll love Q. Zayne's creamy story about Brittani’s scary-hot visit to The Billionaire’s Club. Click Buy and get the adventure! All characters are 18+ and readers should be, too, due to language and sexual content. If you're over 21, enjoy the dash of interracial BMWW romance sparked amid all the juicy action. :)

    Perfect combination. Welcome to Mill Creek Ménage — a series of lunch break reads where romance happens three at a time. Raven moved to Mill Creek to escape her rotten ex-boyfriend and dead-end life. A chance to start fresh in a small town. Single and independent. But when she finds herself sitting in a cloud of dust and broken boards, unexpected romance is just a phone call away. She might have moved to town a single woman, but she’ll stay wrapped up in the arms of not one, but two sexy carpenters. It’s a steamy match made in back country heaven. Reader note: This steamy short story contains mature situations intended for adult audiences only.

    

    

    Yet many questions remain unresolved.The search for answers sends them deeper into Jimmy’s dream world and further into his past in an attempt to unravel the plots of the demons behind the collective. Purple-haired goth girl Morrigan may be the key – or she may be the one to lead them further into the darkness.As the greatest powers of Hell finally take notice of Jimmy’s existence, he discovers the chance to change everything, if he can only reach the solution in time.The Breamstone Collective is the third novel in the Demon Hunter series and contains explicit adult scenes and themes of black magic and demonology.

    

    Growing up with a strict Christian, church-going mother, she was kept on lockdown for the majority of her childhood. All of that changes when she spends her 18th birthday weekend with her best friend, Yarissa, who exposes her to things she's never experienced before. 25 year-old Jordan "JC" Chandler, Las Vegas' most eligible bachelor, is living his life to the fullest, but the moment Kamrai Terry walks into Black Skye, a club that he owns, he knows he has to have her. They immediately hit it off and everything is going great until Jordan finds out the woman of his dreams is only 18 years old. Not willing to jeopardize his business for a youngin', Jordan cuts all personal ties with Kamrai, and vows to keep the relationship strictly platonic. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and Jordan's heart wants Kamrai. Between Kamrai's age, a couple of crazy jump-offs and an ex not willing to give up, it seems to the couple that their relationship is up to everybody but them. Kamrai may be young, but she's ready to love and be loved. But will Jordan look past her age to see that, or will he let his inhibitions get in the way?

    Wonderful businesses, great best friend, a woman that he loves with all his heart and mind blowing sex. Everything seem to be going great until jealous people and the danger from the past resurface. Kenya had the love that that she had been dreaming of. She has a surprise to give to him, but will she be able to tell him? Or will her sister’s actions cause her future to slip through her fingers? Will Robert and Kenya make it through the storm together? Or will the drama rip them apart?