Taboo

We are told that God will punish the wicked. That sinful men will reap what they sow. We are told to scourge our souls with prayer and pain to become clean once again. Well, here I am. Wicked and sinful. Desperate to become clean…even though it feels so good to be dirty. But even I never expected what came next. Even I never expected my punishment to come so soon. \\\Midnight Mass is a novella and a sequel to Priest. It’s intended for mature audiences only.\\\

I caught the attention of a monster. I didn’t ask for it. Didn’t even see it coming. But the moment I do, it’s too late. Killian Carson is a predator wrapped in sophisticated charm. He’s cold-blooded, manipulative, and savage. The worst part is that no one sees his devil side. I do. And that will cost me everything. I run, but the thing about monsters? They always chase. This book is not a conventional romance and contains themes that aren't to everyone's liking. Please check the author's note before reading.

He can’t take his eyes off me. I remember Nicky Biancolli from school. Back then, he was always staring. My cousin warned him off, and after that, he faded into the background. Now, ten years later, he’s in my mother’s kitchen at two in the morning, and there’s a dead man in a pool of blood on the floor. Lucca Corso—the rat who killed my father—says that if I don’t marry Nicky to make peace between our families, the little brother I raised is next. I don’t have a choice. I have to go with the man who looks like he wants to eat me alive, and I have no idea whether this is about following orders or something much darker. All I know is that Nicky isn’t stalking me anymore. He owns me now, and no one is going to stop him from taking what he wants. Nicky the Driver is a dark mafia romance. It’s the second book in The Underboss Insurrection series, but it can be read as a standalone. Intended only for adult readers. HEA guaranteed. NOTE: This story contains scenes that may be difficult for some readers. Please check the Look Inside for details.

I don’t want to hurt him—I just want to punish him. ⁠ ⁠ It’s bad enough being the only female owner of the Salacious Players’ Club, but I’m also the only one without a kink, or so I thought. ⁠ ⁠ Imagine my surprise when the kink quiz suggests that I’m not so vanilla after all. ⁠ ⁠ In fact, I’m a lot more like Emerson Grant than I thought.⁠ Just one problem—I have no idea how to be a Domme.⁠ ⁠ That is, until the app matches me with someone willing to help me learn. ⁠ ⁠ He’s too young for me.⁠ Too stubborn. Too good looking. ⁠ And, oh yeah, my friend’s son.⁠ ⁠ Beau Grant is a brat. I’d hate that about him if I didn’t love punishing him so much. ⁠ Underneath all of that attitude is a man who is misunderstood, selfless, and in need of direction.⁠ ⁠ But if he wants mercy, he has to earn it. ⁠ ⁠ There are a million reasons why I should stay away, but I’m tired of doing what everyone thinks I should do.⁠ ⁠ I finally know what I want, and I’m ready to take what’s mine.⁠

The Hunter brothers are back in town, and all five of them have got their eyes on one lucky girl. I've always had a crush on the boys next door. I used to peek from my bedroom window when they were playing in their backyard. I didn't even care that they never looked my way. Now that we're all grown up and they're home for a visit, something's different. The way they stare at me sends a thrill down my spine. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they're checking me out and they like what they see. But that's insane, right? There's no way the five gorgeous brothers are into me. I try to forget about them, but we keep running into one another in this small town. One night, the Hunter brothers even save me from my harassing ex. I'm in trouble. It's getting harder and harder to ignore the wicked glint in their eyes, or the way they linger when we touch . . . When they whisper in my ears, telling me all the naughty things they want to do to me, I can't deny it any longer. I want them, too. All five of them. It's wrong. Oh, so wrong. But five alpha, protective, hot-as-sin men? What chance do I have of resisting the Hunter brothers?

I can't have Elijah Iverson. I can't have him because he's my older brother's best friend. I can't have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he's now engaged to someone else—someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect. I can't have Elijah because I've chosen God instead. The Bell brothers, though . . . well, we don't exactly have the greatest track record with vows. But I'm determined to do this monk thing right—to pledge myself to a cloistered life and spend the rest of my years in chastity and prayer. But now Elijah's here. He's here and he's coming with me on my European monastery road trip, and between the whispered confessions and the stolen kisses and the moments bent over an ancient altar, my vows are feeling flimsier by the day. And vows or not, I know in my heart that it would take more than a good and holy monk to resist Elijah Iverson right now. It would take a saint. And we all know that I'm no saint.

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. In fact, I've got my own personal holy trinity: in the name of money, sex, and Macallan 18, amen. So when the gorgeous, brilliant Zenny Iverson asks me to teach her about sex, I want to say yes, I really do. Unfortunately, there are several reasons to say no—reasons that even a very bad man like myself can't ignore. 1. She's my best friend's little sister. 2. She's too young for me. Like way too young. 3. She's a nun. Or about to be anyway. But I want her. I want her even with my best friend and God in the way, I want to teach her and touch her and love her, and I know that makes me something much worse than a very bad man. It makes me a sinner. Sinner is a standalone companion to Priest about Father Bell's brother Sean. You do not have to read Priest or Midnight Mass to read Sinner.

He’s the one man I’m not supposed to want… My dad’s best friend. After he rejected me six years ago, I’ve steered clear of Jonas. Until now. I need his help, and I won’t take no for an answer. The plan is to show up at his house and plead my case, but a rainstorm derails everything, trapping us together for the weekend. When he catches me in a compromising position, things quickly spiral out of control. We promise each other the weekend to purge the desire that’s been simmering for six long years. No fantasy is too dark, too filthy, too forbidden, to play out. The only rule is that this thing between us ends when the storm does. Surely it’s the one rule I can keep from breaking?

On the night my parents die, I meet a sexy stranger who tells me he’s my new guardian. Before I can as much as blink, he ships me off to boarding school and then ignores me for three years…until he shows up on my nineteenth birthday to save me from myself. For six years, that’s his routine. Show up on my birthday. Save me. Tempt me. And then send me on my way when the chemistry between us sizzles too hot. That all ends tonight. I’m twenty-five and at midnight I get control of my trust fund. After this, I never have to see Devan again and he’ll no longer drive me crazy with his devastating dominance. This year, all I want for my birthday is twenty-four hours with my guardian. After nine years of taboo desires and built-up lust, I have a lot of unfulfilled fantasies to act out.

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. I've always been good at following rules. Until she came. My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I'm twenty-nine years old. Six months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession. Priest is a standalone, full-length novel with an HEA. For mature audiences only

I’ve been harboring a dark secret for two long years. I’ve been fantasizing about my fiancé’s father, thinking filthy thoughts that a good daughter-in-law should not be indulging in. So when I catch my fiancé cheating on me, there’s only one revenge that will fulfill all my needs. I’m going to seduce his father. It’s dirty and it’s wrong, and I don’t care. I want him, so I mean to have him. After this weekend, my ex won’t be the only one who calls his father Daddy.

I’m not always the hero. Sometimes, I’m merciless. My whole life I've been the good guy—loyal friend, helpful son, dedicated firefighter—but in the bedroom I'm someone else. That’s where my inner villain likes to come out and play. With a kink as taboo as mine, it’s too risky to play with anyone who doesn’t crave it like I do, so I’ve gotten used to depriving that side of me. Then I see HER. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and my darker half recognizes itself in her mysterious brown eyes. She’s everything I could ever want and thought I would never find. Our arrangement may seem twisted to everyone else, but the sex is explosive—and soon my soul is demanding to own every part of her. We come from different worlds that want to tear us apart, but I won’t give up on our future. For her, I will fight. And I will be…MERCILESS. Reader Advisory: Merciless deals with forced fantasy between consenting adults. Readers sensitive to non-consensual sex fantasies should be advised.

Ariadne Vitalis is in trouble. She's betrayed her father―and his benefactor―and now she's left to rely on the questionable mercy of Olympus to keep her safe. As with everything in this city, mercy comes with a price. For Ariadne, that means a marriage to Dionysus. She has no choice but to agree, even if there's only one man she's ever wanted―a man she's feared just as much as she desires. The Minotaur never had any illusions about Minos' plans. He was willing to get his hands dirty as long as the old man kept his word―at the end of this, the Minotaur would be given Ariadne as a reward. Nowhere in that deal was her walking down the aisle to a different man. She's meant for him, and he means to have her. Ariadne knows better than to encourage the Minotaur. Her relationship with her new fiancé might be more friendship than burning passion, but she is all too aware of how much fiery passion can hurt. She and the Minotaur are no good for each other. She can never forgive him for what he's done, and he can never change. But when his hands are on her body and his wicked words are whispered in her ear, she might just be willing to let all of Olympus burn…

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 and find myself watching the one person I should never have watched—my step-sister. There are three big problems with this. One, Mia and I can’t stand each other. Two, she has no idea I’m the man on the other end of the video. And three…I’m hooked—on the app and on her. Now, Mia has me wanting and doing things I said I’d never do again, like opening upand getting attached. I’m falling for her, but she’s falling for the mystery man I’m pretending to be. If I’m going to make this right, then I have to do more than just watch. But how far will I go to keep her eyes on me?