Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell.I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me.I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it's within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for.**Graphic content warning including detailed depiction of brutal, bloody acts. Physical and emotional abuse is also apparent throughout this book with graphic sex scenes, both consensual and non-sensual. Reader discretion is highly advised. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who are easily offended by the above mentioned acts.**

    Raven hates her stepbrother with a passion, and she’s certain Travis returns the sentiment because he makes life at home with him hell.He ruined her favorite T-shirt, damn it.He’s a stepdork who plays weird board games with his dweebish buddies, and she’s a party-hard female who spends the majority of time with her equally party-hard girls. Travis excels at school, particularly science; Raven can’t remember the last time she did homework or attended a class without playing on her phone.They couldn’t be more opposite if they tried.So why does her heart skip a beat when he graces her with a rare smile?Why does it race when he surprises her with an unexpected moment of kindness?Living together is probably going to get messy.Not that Raven cares because… drama.18+

    He came without warning. Without permission. I didn’t want him there, and a small part of me loathed his very existence. But then something changed. Overnight, he became everything to me. I loved him. I cherished him. He was mine. But they took him from me. They tore him from my life with such cruelty, my heart wept. My soul cried. For years I went without him. Until… He was back. And everything had changed. Our bond was deeper. Our needs greater. He was my addiction. But it was dangerous. Too dangerous to hold on to. Too dangerous to keep. Loving him like this wasn’t safe. Loving him… was wrong. **This book contains content of a taboo nature. Please heed warning**

    Tick, tick, tock.Time.That’s all I have now.A small room, a photograph, and time.They want me to trust them and confess my sins.They told me they wouldn't judge me—they lied.I thought we could convince the world that this wasn't a crime.We were wrong.Time doesn't stand still.The clock keeps ticking, the world is unconvinced, and now…Now he is gone.

    I’ve seen what the Callaghan Curse has done to my uncles and I know for sure that my mom was one in a million. I’ll stick to going on runs and fucking biker bitches. Now there’s rats in my club and a web of lies being woven around me, I can’t afford to lose my head over a piece of ass.There’s no way I’m being ‘struck.No way I’m losing everything to a stripper.AngelWith a fake ID in one hand and the keys to my dead daddy’s Chevy in the other, I roll up into Coldstone with a plan. Get a job, finish college, and never rely on anyone for anything.Problem is the only thing I can sell is my body.The stage of the strip club becomes a safe haven. No one can touch me there and the MC is brutal in how they protect their girls.I was never expecting to find a biker of my own, especially one who’s made a name for himself amongst the other strippers by fucking them all.Well, seems like he’s shit out of luck.He can’t have me.

    In every aspect of my life I’m a model citizen except when it comes to you." Once upon a time, he was her everything—protector, best friend, hero. She looked up to him and trusted him with her life. In one selfish move, he ruined everything and broke her in the process. It’s been five years and the moment she hoped to avoid is here. She’s about to come face to face with her step-brother, Jesse Sampson, corrupt idol and her personal nightmare. She’s going to show him how little he affects her. She’ll never let him back in. …But he has other plans. Author's Note: This is a dark, taboo romance novel with triggers and mature themes that may make some readers uncomfortable.

    He wears scruff like he invented it and ambles with a swagger that makes panties drop. Killian Shepard. Shep. We grew up together. We played Ghost in the Graveyard. Had our own rock band. It didn’t matter that he was five years older than me. It didn’t matter that he looked at me as a kid sister even as I grew into woman. It didn’t even matter when he left me behind to go to college and start his adult life. He’d be back. He was always meant to be mine.He came back, all right. But instead of smelling of promises, he stunk of betrayal. And he destroyed me—us—the day he married my sister instead of me.So I did the only thing a girl like me in my position could do. I got my revenge. I married his brother, Kael. Now we’re one big happy f*cking family.***mature content appropriate for 18+

    but somehow, I got it anyway.We met at my older brother’s house and instantly I knew that he was trouble.He kissed me, right there in the bathroom without a care in the world.And from that moment on, I was his.We were young, brave and naïve when we met.Sneaking around and falling in love.Giuliano Ferrara was perfection.A beautiful, crazy mistake.With his big brown eyes and his boyish charm.But then the world fell apart and things didn’t go as planned.I never quite forgot him, no matter how hard I tried.Years later, we saw each other again. And by the look in his eye, I instantly knew.The sweet romantic boy I once loved is long gone.In his place, a dominant, powerful man.Who gets what he wants, when he wants it.We can never be together.It breaks my heart that he refuses to accept it.I’m the object of his affection.And what Giuliano Ferrara wants.Giuliano Ferrara takes.

    Power. Power.Until her.The next move requires I marry and soon.This will strengthen us and secure our position.But I am not to marry her.I am to wed the eldest Volkov.Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart.It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever.Her. Her. Her.In this game, though, it’s not about what I want. But maybe it can be about what she wants. I am Vlad.Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev.And I will win eventually.

    Not in the physical sense, you must understand, but very much literally. He was persistent, resolute and tenacious. His ruthless greed to annihilate me was utterly disturbing. I am sure if he had hierarchy, the man at the top would have dragged his arse into Hell’s prison for his unscrupulous methods. I was just fifteen when I first became aware of what he was capable of. This initial taste of him set the playing field for how my life was to be lived – for want of a better word. He mocked me, showed me mercilessly how he played the game and how he liked to cheat at said game. He ridiculed and taunted me until, six months later, he won and took something of so much importance from me that I would never be the same again. His second visit was, in my eyes, so much more cruel and heartless. I know we’re talking about the Devil here, and yes, you have a right to say he had no heart but even then, even when I was so utterly broken, I begged to differ and hoped – no, prayed – that somewhere deep in the caverns of his black, tortured soul there was something that beat and confused his emotions once in a while. The third visit was somewhat different than the other two. He tried, and at first succeeded to bring me to my knees once and for all, but then something happened. God finally intervened and altered Satan’s intention; he sent hope and morphed the Devil’s minion into an Angel, hoping to break and shatter the anguish and suffering. He gave the ability for me to feel pleasure in pain, order in the chaos and light in the darkness. But in giving me a reprieve, he also gave me something that would finally and ultimately obliterate me. He gave me the capability to love, therefore giving me the ability to be destroyed. And Satan made sure that I was destroyed. Cruelly, viciously and sadistically. I am Mae Swift, and this is the story of my decimation. ***WARNING*** This story doesn’t contain hearts and flowers, it doesn’t even contain the word ‘love’. It isn’t for the fainthearted, nor those who want romance and happy ever afters. It’s dark, in fact it goes beyond the dark realms of misery and despair. It contains disturbing scenes of sexual violence, cruelty and torture. It also includes self-harm, pain addiction and brutalisation. Please bear this in mind before purchasing this book. Thank you.

    This is what I want. Now I need a man dangerous enough to give it to me.” Graduate student Vivienne Charles is afraid of her own desires—ashamed to admit that she fantasizes about being taken by force, by a man who will claim her completely and without mercy. When the magnetic, mysterious Jonah Marks learns her secret, he makes an offer that stuns her: they will remain near-strangers to each other, and meet in secret so that he can fulfill her fantasy.Their arrangement is twisted. The sex is incredible. And—despite their attempts to stay apart—soon their emotions are bound together as tightly as the rope around Vivienne’s wrists. But the secrets in their pasts threaten to turn their affair even darker...Reader Advisory: Asking for It deals explicitly with fantasies of non-consensual sex. Readers sensitive to portrayals of non-consensual sex should be advised.

    – I am writing to express my gratitude for your gift. There are no sufficient words, but please accept my sincerest thank you. Yours, R. She writes me back. I didn’t expect that. She tells me she’s a lover of chicken pizza and video games, a hot sorority girl with the nickname Sloth. She wants to know something about me in return. She says I owe her. This is how she saves my life. She doesn’t even know it. We’ve never even seen each other. But I need a reason. Just one reason to continue. She becomes mine.The anonymity is good. She doesn’t need to know me, but I need her kindness. We both live our lives: a letter here, a post card there. For three years, I escape my demons. And then one day I’m pulled back in. I’ve resigned myself to what I know is coming. Until the girl I’m spanking gives her safe word: Sloth. And then the lie I’m living starts to unravel. --Sloth is a 500-page, 150,000-word stand alone novel with many twists, one huge secret, and a non-cliffhanger ending. It will wreck you, but you'll like it. BTW: Part of the fun of reading this book is trying to guess the secret. I would appreciate it if you could avoid spoilers in reviews and review headlines, so others will be able to enjoy the guessing game.*Sloth is part of a collection of stand-alones inspired by a sin, and centered around a terrible secret. The second stand-alone, My Heart for Yours, is inspired by the sin of murder, and is the story of Kellan's oldest brother, Barrett Drake. It's free via Kindle Unlimited and also for sale here in the Kindle Store.*This book was updated and re-edited in fall 2017, and now includes a bonus story.

    As the ruthless leader of the Doubeck family there is a certain standard of brutality I have to uphold.To be gentle or kind is a weakness I cannot afford.That is until the day I meet her.Beautiful, innocent, and so very afraid.Valentina is a rival family's daughter, and the little temptress has purposely tangled herself in my dark web.She seeks me out, needing my help, but the price for what she wants will be steep.Since my father’s death I’ve needed a wife to solidify my family name and this woman has piqued my interest.We strike a deal intertwining our futures.I’ll put a ring on her finger, own her body, keep her safe, and kill them all.I make a vow to protect her at all costs.That is until her secrets come to light, and I’m left with the choice of becoming the monster she’s only ever heard rumors about.**This is a dark forced marriage mafia romance, that ends on a cliffhanger. It contains dub-con/non-con as well as other scenes that may be triggering to some readers.**

    As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much she craves human contact. He's far too beautiful to be a monster. Combined with his lack of violence toward her, this has her walking a fine line at the edge of sanity.Told in the first person from Emily's perspective, Comfort Food explores what happens when all expectations of pleasure and pain are turned upside down, as whips become comfort and chicken soup becomes punishment.DISCLAIMER: This is not a story about consensual BDSM. This is a story about “actual” slavery. If reading an erotic story without safewords makes you uncomfortable, this is not the book for you. This is a work of fiction, and the author does not endorse or condone any behavior done to another human being without their consent.

    Trying to find out his secret. His kiss was intoxicating, and I thought he was harmless.I was wrong.Nancy Drew never ended up in a basement, handcuffed to a radiator, teased to the edge of insanity, begging to be let go.Soon, I stopped begging to be let go.Soon, I started begging to be his.