Erotica

For Adeline Reilly, moving back to Seattle was supposed to be the perfect fresh start. With her flourishing career as an author, and the inheritance of her late grandmother’s gothic mansion, there is nothing to stand in her way. But Adeline isn’t alone in Parson’s Manor.

The worst Adeline Reilly expected for her life were a few unholy ghosts haunting the hallways of Parsons Manor, not falling in love with her stalker and ending up in the clutches of a trafficking ring.

I was meant to live my life in silence, but with the help of my three men, I’ve been able to break free of my cage and fly. Though life is unbelievably quieter for us now in New York, there is still just one… soft… lingering lullaby faintly composing itself in the back of my mind.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center… home of deadly secrets. After being framed for murder, I never thought I’d be back inside these walls again. And if I thought I’d be able to make a quiet return, I was dead wrong. My secrets have been spilled but little did I know it would be the catalyst.

Three of them, one of her, and a remote cabin in the woods. Let the hot winter nights ensue....

I am an object of desire. My powers of seduction are my survival, my weapon, and my curse. I'm no stranger to obsession, but for the first time, I crave it. I love it when he watches me, follows me, hunts me.

There are only two rules to the game. Stay alive. And don’t fall in love. When Ophelia’s sister disappears, there is only one way to save her. Ophelia must enter Phantasma, a deadly contest inside a haunted mansion, and claim its prize—a single wish.

Gabriel Wolfe, the fallen dark angel and club president of the Hounds of Hell MC. His life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day he was born, forcing more than just desensitization to violence and chaos. Forcing him to crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.

I’ve always had too many men in my life. My overbearing father. My domineering older brothers. My invasive nephews. The Trents and Caruthers run this town, and although I’ve never given them a reason to worry, they treat me like I’m made of glass. They’re wrong, though.

Some say I’m too soft and cuddly for a guy who wields bone saws and strings friendship necklaces with human eyeballs—but I just call that work-life balance.

My fresh start is finally around the corner—but so is the man standing in the middle of the f*cking road. He could’ve died when I hit him, and his two friends are downright furious.

I was raised in a world where money and power are at your fingertips. My father is a lord, a very respected member of a secret society that knows no bounds. When tragedy struck my family, we discovered we weren’t untouchable....

A Lord takes what he wants. But like anything else, even he can get greedy and betray his oath.

To kill a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul....

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger.

Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about him... the man dating my sister. But no matter how much I try to focus on other women, my mind keeps circling back to him. It started as unease, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a feeling that there was something off about him.

My life was good. My life was normal. My life was stolen away in the blink of an eye. At eighteen-years-old, I was kidnapped and sold. Purchased by a couple who'd put their life savings into rescuing a stranger, with only one request... I'd befriend their mentally-unwell son. So, I did.

Everyone has a past, but mine is a storm that never stops chasing me. When my life goes up in flames by my own doing, I'm left with an impossible choice: lose everything I've built or hide out in a remote cabin with a killer.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I survived, but at what cost? They aren't going to stop until they get victory and more blood is shed. We're all in danger, fighting to stay on top. The most unlikely alliances are forming. But I guess that's what happens when you anger the masses.

I’m a voyeur—it means I like to watch. And in my line of work, that’s a gift. As one of the four owners of the Salacious Players’ Club, I’m comfortable on the sidelines. This is what I was made to do, and I work better alone. Until the day I stumble on a certain cam girl app....

There are many rules a priest can't break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God....

With my life going down in literal flames I ran from everything: From my father, from a forced marriage, from my mates. Now, charged with a crime I didn’t commit, they’re all hunting me. And they’re all furious.

The first year of college is supposed to be the best time of your life, right? Partying, discovering yourself, getting your heart broken… all that bullcrap. My cousin once told me I had a talent for attracting trouble. And screw me sideways, he was right.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word . . . Will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together? It's time to f--k with their minds. It's time to finish it all. It's time to paint it all red . . . Monsters don't usually wish for happily-ever-afters....

His name is Maxen Ashley Colchester, and he swore a duty to his country. Then, he swore his heart to them. They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny extra stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here Ash is, President of the United States, a king who was foolish enough to build his kingdom on the bones of the past. His sins are no longer secret. His flaws have never been more fatal. And he's never been closer to tragedy than he is now.

I was meant to live my life in silence, but with the help of my three men, I’ve been able to break free of my cage and fly. Though life is unbelievably quieter for us now in New York, there is still just one… soft… lingering lullaby faintly composing itself in the back of my mind.

I’ve always had too many men in my life. My overbearing father. My domineering older brothers. My invasive nephews. The Trents and Caruthers run this town, and although I’ve never given them a reason to worry, they treat me like I’m made of glass. They’re wrong, though. At twenty-one, I finished college in record time, I own my own business, I pay taxes, I don’t party, and I’ve never broken a law. But I have one secret: I raced to grow up in case he ever came back home.

It was supposed to be an easy job: keep an eye on Myles until I'm sure he's not a threat to us, then forget he exists and go back to living my life. But the more I observe him, the more I realize that Myles is unlike anyone I've ever known, and toying with him is just as much fun as watching him. I want things from him I've never wanted before, and the more I watch him, the more I'm sure he wants them too. He just doesn't want to want them.

I didn't intend for my one-night stand with Zeph to lead me back to his father's place, but the moment it did, it was over for me. Caesar Di Rozé is a silver fox with the most delicious dark stare I've ever seen. After spending the night with his son, he meets me in the kitchen and proves once and for all that Daddy indeed does it better. One glance, and I was addicted. But after one touch, I was ruined. That night changed it all, and when he murmured into the darkness as his son slept in the next room, daring me to return for more, I couldn't resist.

Soy un sinvergüenza, un playboy, un golfo… Siempre he sido un mujeriego y no me importa reconocerlo, así que cuando mi mejor amigo decidió abrir el Club Juegos Prohibidos y me propuso que dirigiera las obras, no iba a decirle que no. Ahora estamos viajando por todo el país para visitar otros clubes de fetichismo, y soy feliz. La vida es maravillosa. Pero de pronto Hunter me pide que me acueste con su mujer mientras él mira, y, aunque haría cualquier cosa por él, lo sensato sería negarme; Isabel es la mujer de mis sueños… y es suya.

Spider, 38, ist Bodyguard und rechte Hand des irischen Mafia-Bosses Declan O'Donell. Nach einer schlechten Erfahrung glaubt er nicht mehr an die Liebe und ist bereit, eine arrangierte Ehe einzugehen, wenn sie für die Mafia von Vorteil ist.

Reyna, 33, ist die Schwester des Anführers der italienischen Mafia. Als dieser ihre 18-jährige Nichte mit Spider verheiraten will, um die Beziehungen zwischen den Mafiafamilien zu stärken, nimmt Reyna ihren Platz ein, um zu verhindern, dass sie das gleiche gewalttätige Schicksal erleidet wie sie, bevor sie zur Witwe wurde.

Rabid alpha facilities are real, and the truth of the matter is darker than Saylor ever could have imagined. She's safe enough since omegas are coveted for their ability to bring a rabid alpha back from the brink, but danger is everywhere, and it's no longer just her she has to worry about. The added complication of Leo and Shaw getting themselves institutionalized for a chance at getting her back makes everything even more tangled and messy.

The new book in the incendiary forbidden romance ONS series from bestselling author Katelyn Taylor, where one unforgettable night will change your life... One touch. One moment. One night. That’s all it was meant to be. One crazy night in a masked sex club for my birthday. I knew it was going...

Ambrose King is everything I hate–ruthless, smug, and far too good at getting under my skin. He's my biggest business rival with a knack for stealing my clients. When my date doesn't show up at the couples retreat we're both at, the asshole convinces me to fake a relationship in order to secure the deal of a lifetime. I don't like him. I definitely don't trust him. And I absolutely shouldn't enjoy it when he wraps a hand around my throat, tells me to kneel, and calls me sweetheart. But I do. God help me–I do.

I’m a beast pacing around my cage waiting for the next fight. It’s all I have, those brief moments of rage and destruction. It’s a sort of freedom. Then I go back into the cold, dark emptiness. That’s why I don’t speak anymore. What’s the point? I stopped being human a long time ago. I’ve given up on anything but that cycle of violence and isolation—until they throw him into my cage. They expect me to kill him as soon as he gets me through my injuries. That’s what I usually do.

Nachdem Dianna Samkiel beinahe verloren hat, ist sie bereit, alles zu riskieren, um ihn zu beschützen – und verheimlicht, was sie für seine Rettung geopfert hat. Seine Macht hat Samkiel verlassen und er versucht zu heilen, doch er ist durch den Verrat und die Zerschlagung seiner engsten Verbündeten zusätzlich geschwächt. Unterdessen strebt Nismera, die grausame Göttin des Krieges, danach, ihren Platz auf dem Thron zu sichern. Werden Dianna und Samkiel Nismera aufhalten können, oder werden sie der Göttin des Krieges zum Opfer fallen?

Alex en est certaine : l'inconnu sexy qu'elle a croisé sur le parking d'un supermarché est l'homme de sa vie ! Seul problème : il disparaît aussi vite qu'il est apparu... James n'arrive pas à oublier cette femme aperçue alors qu'il terminait ses courses. Il y pense jour et nuit. Qu'importe si son père lui a trouvé une épouse pour sauver l'empire familial, il refusera toute union arrangée.

Prête à tout pour réussir en danse, Cléa Pelletier quitte Montréal et mise ses dernières économies sur une audition à New York. C’est Broadway ou rien. Mais quand elle n’obtient qu’un rôle de remplaçante, elle refuse de rentrer la tête basse : reculer n’est pas une option. C’est alors que Bastian Perez, un chorégraphe aussi brillant qu’insupportable, refait surface. Pas pour lui offrir la scène dont elle rêve… mais pour lui proposer un marché dérangeant.

My life was good. My life was normal. My life was stolen away in the blink of an eye. At eighteen-years-old, I was kidnapped and sold. Purchased by a couple who'd put their life savings into rescuing a stranger, with only one request... I'd befriend their mentally-unwell son. So, I did. And he made it easy, being everything I needed to escape the darkness in my own head. But it was all lies. I was never meant to be a friend. I was here for a purpose, a means of controlling someone they couldn't. Someone volatile and unpredictable.

Serenai is in terrible danger and utterly alone. After her mother’s sudden, suspicious death, she’s summoned to Yonnie Six to claim her title—a position she’s completely unprepared for. Raised in a convent, Serenai has no idea how to be a Yonnite Mistress…or how to handle the red-eyed shadow stalking her every move.

The last time I ignored the red flags, I almost died. Waking up in a body bag tends to put things into perspective. My scars are a reminder to stay in my lane. I don’t take risks. I don’t take candy from strangers. I don’t leave my doors unlocked, and I never, ever play with monsters. Until Kenzo, my next red flag. With his sinful looks and wicked mouth, he’s a silver-tongued devil in disguise, and my one-way ticket to hell.

Aleksei Marinov is the Bratva’s most ruthless killer. Feared. Cold-blooded. Vicious. Now—for better or worse—my husband. I tried to put him behind bars. He put a ring on my finger instead. But it wasn’t a choice. I could either let my family suffer or sell myself to the one man I hate. This isn’t love. It’s revenge. And Aleksei will stop at nothing to break me.

I've made my life a complete facade. It works for me. I'm successful and have a career I wouldn't trade for anything. One night threatens all of my carefully constructed walls. A single night with one of my players unlocks and unleashes a secret need in me to submit, and now I'm willing to put everything on the line to be his perfect submissive. Even at the cost of my career.

You’d think an award-winning actress would have seen and experienced it all—and I have. But eventually, the lifestyle of the rich and the famous begins to take its toll. Fame becomes exhausting, and pretending becomes a requirement. Hollywood presents nothing more than an illusion of happiness, and now I find myself searching for an escape.

Some say I’m too soft and cuddly for a guy who wields bone saws and strings friendship necklaces with human eyeballs—but I just call that work-life balance.

Two years ago, I moved back to the dusty small town I used to call home. Every day that goes by is the same until two men I have no business wanting turn my life upside down. Levi Rayburn: It's been a long time since I've seen the ex-hockey player, but now he's back in Texas—hotter and more rugged than ever.

I've made a career of being invisible. Until I met him. Alexei Ivanov. The "Ghost" of the dark web. Digital prince of the Ivanov crime empire. Brilliant. Volatile. Irresistible. Breaking into his systems was supposed to be revenge. Instead, I found an addiction. Each taunt deliberate—digital breadcrumbs leading him straight to me. He thinks he's hunting me, but I've been hunting him all along. As our game spills from screens into reality, the electricity between us becomes impossible to ignore. The line between predator and prey blurs with every encounter.

Peyton Miller hat das Football-Talent seiner berühmten Väter geerbt – und den ganzen Druck gleich mit. Als ihm in seinem Abschlussjahr alles zu viel wird, sucht er Ablenkung … und findet sie ausgerechnet im Bett von Levi Vanderbilt. Ein Ausrutscher, sagen sie sich. Ein Experiment. Kein Grund, weiter darüber nachzudenken – bis Levi vier Jahre später plötzlich an Peytons Uni auftaucht. Für Levi war diese Nacht der Anfang von etwas Echtem. Für Peyton war sie ein Geheimnis, das nie ans Licht kommen darf.

The bakery is the only thing in my life that truly matters—at least that's true until I let a man I don't know chase me through the woods in an act of defiance. The rules are simple. The masks stay on, and the word 'no' doesn't exist. Now my life is spiraling out of control, and the only thing that makes sense is the man in the mask. But eventually, when the mask has to come off, where will that leave us?