They requested a story with drama, street, and erotic elements and this is the result. What's it about? The title says it all. Enjoy...

    Suddenly, he finds himself living on the other side of the country with Fey, an aunt that he only met once when he was very little. She’s a bit of a hippy, living alone in the middle of nowhere, with no Internet or cell service. Life isn’t much better with Aunt Fey, at least at first. But it’s only a few weeks before Kenny starts to notice strange changes to his body. His hips are widening, his skin is softening, and a pair of subtle lumps are starting to form on his chest. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that he’s going through some sort of female puberty! But even that doesn’t really explain his sudden desire to try on the cute outfits he finds around Aunt Fey’s house.

    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?

    Each tale told is full of twists, turns, lust and pain. The short stories will draw you in and peak your sexual senses then take you on a hot and steamy journey inside the lives of these professional women.

    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?

    Until he found out about every last dark desire, every dirty scenario I’d ever dreamed up, and made me act them out with him in real life… Jase King was my boss, and the CEO of King Investments. His sharp, blue eyes pierced my heart like ice. Nothing about him was soft. He radiated strength, power, and cruelty. He was the man I’d been secretly been lusting after ever since I started working for him. The man whom I was completely terrified of, in every way. The very same man who would soon hold the keys to every dark, secret fantasy I’d ever had about him. When I first started writing my little story about a certain girl and her boss, I never in a million years imagined that Jase King would get his hands on it. I should’ve known better. Because Jase got his hands on everything and anything he wanted, including me. And soon, I was living out every filthy detail, every sordid act from my own fictional story, and Jase was controlling it all. But more than that, he was starting to control my heart. I should have known it would lead to disaster. Because unlike the hero of my book, Jase King didn’t do happy endings. And if I couldn’t change his mind, I’d have no one to blame for my inevitable heartbreak but myself…

    

    The next book in the series will be set in the same universe but have a different couple at its heart.

    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.

    But the first thing I see when I get home is eighteen-year-old Callie, and after that relaxing is out of the question. The little brat is living in my house while her mother is on vacation, and I can't stop thinking about her and what I'd like to do to her - if only she wasn't half my age and completely taboo. She won't leave me alone, though, and when she barges into my bedroom I can't take any more. Turns out it's Callie's first time, and I'm all out of protection. Do you think I'm going to stop?This story is *too taboo* for us to leave an excerpt, so use the "Look Inside" feature to get a preview.

    

    James, from Christian Grey’s point of view rather than Anastacia Steele’s. Grey is an erotic novel with aspects of romance that delves into a topical display of the BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism) lifestyle. As a result of Grey only being told from Christian Grey’s point of view, the reader gets a strong sense of Grey’s past and his personal perspective via flashbacks, dreams, nightmares, and a constant internal monologue. The reader is told that Grey uses the “discipline” aspects of BDSM culture as a coping mechanism for the physical and psychological abuse he suffered as a child, between the ages of 3 and 4. Grey unintentionally shows stunted emotional growth and vents his frustrations with his subconscious self through “performative punishment” acts; he shows no emotional attachment to and of the women who agree to be his “submissives” until he meets and become infatuated with Anastacia Steele. Steele consumes his thoughts and fantasies before, during, and after their one-month, whirlwind relationship, and the novel ends when he commits to winning her back. Grey as a novel reads at an elementary school level; outside of Grey’s dreams told from the point of view of toddler-aged Grey, the novel is simplistic at best, with instances of word misuse and extremely vague description. The character development is nominal; when presented with an adult with deep psychological scars, the author has given themselves the responsibility to develop them into a realistic character – many people have abuse in their pasts and can relate to this topic, therefore, when a writer establishes a character with substantial amounts of abuse, they need to give an equally substantial amount of consideration to the treatment of the character because the potential readers who don’t identify with the character could potentially carry over the same superficial treatment of a fictional character to a real person. That being said, James does not allow any growth for Grey as a character within the novel, except to move him towards “consideration” of growth rather than “actualization” of growth. She cuts Grey off at the proverbial knees, by keeping as an attractive, rich man with a kinky sex life and a shadowy background. Would You Like To Know More? Download your copy today! Available on PC, Mac, smart phone, tablet or Kindle device. © 2015 All Rights Reserved

    

    Rafe spots Chloe from across the bar and knows that any woman with assets like hers will be up for some fun. Rafe likes them round, soft, and willing to play. Can he convince Chloe that a little swat can go a long way? Reader Advisory: Adult material with explicit sexual situations and language, for ages 18+. Prepare to read about a BBW that meets possibly, the man of her dreams, who loves to spank, swat, and flog his way to true love.

     I’m also sexually submissive with kinky fantasies, but unfortunately I also have an amazing ability to attract bad men. That’s why André Chevalier is helping me find the right Dominant. But he set me up with the wrong guy! I’m turned on by men who are trim, tall, and urbane; Max O’Neal is built like a linebacker. I love culture: Max acts like a caveman, and looks like he’s done time. The man's André’s mechanic for crying out loud! I’ll give him a chance though. . . even if only to prove the sexy Frenchman wrong.