"Sophie Patterson. Don't you dare walk away from me." Logan's menacing stare bore at me. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore. I sobered up quickly.
"What, Logan? You're gonna tell me that you suddenly love me again? That you're here to sweep me off my feet? Please! I didn't need you all this time, and I don't need you now." He clenched his jaw, fisting his hands.
"Enough. Stop being so damn stubborn. You know I do. I love you. I never stopped loving you, Sophie. It was always you."
I left...

When Edie Marshall meets a mysterious - and drop-dead gorgeous - man in the woods just outside her small town, she has no idea who he is or where he’s come from.
She has no idea why she has such an instant, intense connection with this dangerous-looking man, with his arms full of tattoos and his deep, velvety voice.
She has no idea why she trusts him enough to tell him things she’s never told anyone else.
And she definitely has no idea that their brief, passionate encounter will lead to...

What is happening today? This morning, Ophelia had everything she thought she wanted - amazing friends, an awesome job at one of the best gourmet food company, which for a food lover like her is a dream come true, and a boyfriend. Until the mysterious and cold Mr. Hansel, her CEO, asks her name. Now she keeps wondering why someone like him would be interested in someone like her. She is a nobody, a simple secretary. And not very attractive either, too chubby - or so her boyfriend keeps saying. S...

"Are you... really the King?" I question next, my eyes remaining wide.
"I am... do I not seem fit enough to be?" He smirks, causing me to blush yet again...
he seems to have that affect on me I don't know why.
"N-No uh... I was just wanting to clarify things... sorry." I say shyly, watching as he keeps his eyes on the road.
"Next question love?" He glances over at me, catching me staring as I immediately glance away.
Uhhhh... what did you mean that I'm your... uh what was the word you used agai...

I felt his lips brush against my earlobe, a soft brush that suddenly made my toes curl. His breath lingered on my neck before he finally whispered, "I own you Crystal. The sooner you get to accept that the better for you. I'll make sure you submit yourself to me, be it the hard way or the easy way. And I'll break this ego of yours. I promise you"
He was her beast and she was his beauty. He was addicted and she was his favourite drug. He was a sinner and she was his sin.
In the ...

I was ugly ducking with blisters covered on my face and only the ONE could help me break the curse.
Dianna Pack was attacked when she was just ten years old and her mother cast a spell on her before she died. As a result of that spell, she grew up with blisters covering her face and the spell can only be broken when she meets the ONE. But as a slave and the shame of her pack, she was never allowed to attend any mate ceremonies.
Khan, Emperor of the South, was said to be born...

Pleasuring yourself is an intimate thing but she gets caught and recorded by her peeping neighbor. And for some reason, she invites him in, when she is naked and spread wide. What happens when he enters? Will the peeping tom actually turn into something more?
A lone desire is an upturned erotic romance story where everything happens in a reverse order. Things go right for awhile but a disaster changes their dynamics forever.
Will they get together even after all the changes that occurred or wil...

Erin Brown has just begun her internship in a new art gallery in town where she finds a painting depicting an image of her werewolf persona alongside an unknown male werewolf. Her new boss, Devon Grey, calls her by a strange name and claims to be her mate even though she does not know him and had never met him before that day.
Determined to convince her that his claim is true, he gives her an ancient dream stone that will transport her back in time and prove to her that they are indeed fated t...

Kissing a mobster I don’t know
Filipe was already in his position, with an alpha-male posture and an air of pure sensuality.
I walked the whole way looking at him, seeing every detail of his body and observing his muscles hidden in a black social blouse.
He was the most expensive of balms and his body was the most well-sculpted thing I had ever seen. I felt as if my body had taken a shock when I stopped in front of him and our eyes automatically connected for the fourth time.
"Are y...