Erotica

"There was nothing out there. Nothing. And for the first time, Jo considered what it could mean to be alone with someone stronger—with someone who could hurt her if he wanted. There would be no one to stop him. No consequences. Ever." When Jo finds herself stranded with a hostile companion in a desolate land where memories have vanished, she struggles not to give in to fear. But the fiercely intelligent golden Adonis who woke naked beside her isn't making it easy. Christopher. His touch sets her blood on fire in ways she doesn't understand. Who is he? And why does hatred fill his eyes at the sight of her? Tortured with a sun that burns them alive each day, they must work together to find shelter or endure the agony of existence completely alone. If only they knew the far greater tortures that await—or that falling in love would prove the greatest agony of all. Hell is no place to follow your heart.

Five years ago, I masterminded the infamous massacre of the Tri-state Timberwolves. The streets outside the Wolves HQ ran red with the blood of the old guard, and not one of those members loyal to my father were spared mercy. Not a single one. I let the media twist and distort the story. My new recruits eagerly proved themselves in spreading false news, in covering our tracks. To the general public, the Tri-State Timberwolves were extinct. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. We changed, we grew, we evolved and came out stronger than ever. Now, I live, eat, sleep and breathe Timberwolves. I’ll do anything to keep my empire safe and thriving. To keep the people depending on me safe. So, what do I do, when it’s my own weakness that places us all in danger? When I let sex cloud my judgment, and my people pay the price? Simple. Kill the distractions. I’m called Hades for a reason, after all.

Their marriage of convenience is anything but… All Killian Barclay wants is to be left the hell alone. He's had enough heartache to last a lifetime, and he has no more need for love—earning him the reputation of a broody Scot and eventually turning his famous ancestral home into a den of iniquity. It doesn't take long for tales of his raunchy house parties to reach the rest of his family, though, inspiring them to hatch a plan to shake Killian out of his routine. New Yorker Sylvie Devereaux is tough as nails—as the daughter of famous yet neglectful parents, she's grown a hard shell and keeps everyone at arm's length. So when she sneaks into Barclay Manor during a trip to Scotland to get a glimpse of a famous heirloom, she doesn't anticipate facing off against the brutish, maddening Highlander who lives there. And she certainly didn't expect to ever see the bastard again. Yet just weeks later, she's approached by Killian's family with a proposal—move to Scotland and marry Killian to improve his playboy reputation, and after one year, she'll walk away with ten million dollars. Sylvie agrees, even knowing that their plan is more deceptive than he realizes. But as she grows closer to Killian and the end of their year together, she has to Is the love of a good man with a dark soul worth keeping, or is she willing to break Killian's heart now that it's well and truly hers?

Jayden She’s become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don’t think I’ll let her go. Cole Jayden brought us home a pretty, murderous little plaything. I think I’m going to keep it. Mary Jo I’m kidnapped by two twisted, dangerous, and hungry men. I don’t know any of the rules to this fucked up game I’m forced to play. Well, I know I’m not allowed to run. I’ve never been good at following rules. They play with my body and mind, forcing me to join in. Forcing me to like it. But things become increasingly dangerous as I find out the real reason they took me. And it becomes more and more apparent what I need to do to keep both my body and my heart safe…run. Better Run is a standalone, Stockholm "romance." There are extensive trigger warnings. There is no sappy romance in this book. Content is not suitable for those under 18.

Fornication is a sin. As it reads, we should flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body. They teach us that these thoughts, these actions, are immoral. But that dark side that lives inside all of us, the true nature of man, drives us to seek the need that burns within, demanding to be set free. Deep inside of our bones lies that intrinsic need, one desperate to escape. An innate behavior, seemingly out of our control. One that screams for sins they tell us are condemning. Aero is the throat from which I scream. The dark parts of myself I want hidden from this world are all he sees when he gazes at me beneath yet another mask. He’s the demon drowning me in my own underlying desires. He may never stop. Not until I succumb to my truths, or die beneath the weight of his unrelenting grasp. Because according to him, the life I’ve been living is a hell far worse than death.