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21 Deliciously, Taboo Erotic Stories... Ready To Taste The Forbidden Fruit? Think You Can Handle The Taboo Treats Of Life? Come Get Lost In These Naughty Stories -- Each And Every One Is Sure To Get Your Passions Running!
The titan of darkness clashes with the witch queen of Corinth in this final and epic installment of The Court of the Underworld.Erebus is the seventh book in a new paranormal romance series, based in a dark, sexy city ruled by Hades and his court of gods and monsters.Erebus let his monstrous side loose in order to save Medea from Darius, but pushing it back down is proving more challenging than he expected. In fact, it's almost bloody impossible when the beautiful and terrifying witch is trying to fight him every chance she gets. But damn, is it fun every time they clash.After fifteen years of being experimented on, Medea, the most hated woman in all of Greek history, is free and planning her revenge on Darius and his followers. She needs to keep her rage and madness under control, and being around a certain titan makes all of her worst impulses rise to the surface.As Darius's final plan to start a war between man and gods is revealed, Erebus and Medea are going to have to work together and embrace each other's dark sides in order to save Styx . . . and maybe even save each other in the process.Contains mature themes.Zum Buch
Meet Maggie, Eva, and Lisa, founders of The Scarlet Letter Society. Named as such due to their various infidelities, both physical and emotional, the 'SLS' is their refusal to be shamed like Hester Prynne in Nathaniel Hawthorne's classic tale of forbidden longing. Maggie is twice-divorced and juggling three lovers-one of whom is her first ex-husband. Eva is trapped in a loveless marriage and has turned to her young intern and a seductive French chef for satisfaction. Lisa dreams of one day becoming a mother, but her husband has more romantic interest in her footwear than he does in her.Once a month, these women meet at their local bookstore to discuss love, life and literature. Through their friendships and liaisons, they attempt to gain insight into the curveballs life has thrown their way, and how each of them can find emotional and sexual fulfillment. Over the course of a year these women, plus several others who look to the Scarlet Letter Society for help with their own romantic dilemmas, will find lust and love, happiness and heartbreak, in the most unexpected places.A witty, insightful and steamy novel about a group of women who have chosen to forge their own paths, and must deal with the ramifications of their past and present choices, The Scarlet Letter Society will appeal to anyone who's found their fairy tale isn't quite what Disney had in mind.Contains mature themes.Zum Buch
He's about to take control of her body...and her dream. When River set up a fundraiser to kick start her nail polish business, she never expected someone to pay five thousand dollars just to have dinner with her. But when she meets her mysterious benefactor, he turns out to be billionaire Kane Winters—the one man from her past who she never wanted to see again. Kane is determined to right the wrong that happened to River in college—because of him. She's been an obsession he can't escape...and Kane wants River more than he's ever wanted anything. So he offers her a deal she can't refuse: marry him and her business will be success. But River's knight in shining armor isn't looking for a platonic business deal. He wants their marriage to be real...in every way. A Macmillan Audio production.Zum Buch
Dani was so eager to join that I shared her with my boyfriend and Karissa to use and fill up all of her holes. An Author's Republic audio production.Zum Buch
Can he somehow use her ambitions to lure her back into his arms? Tristan is instantly entranced by waitress Holly Anderson, whose fiery auburn hair and vivid blue eyes blaze like jewels against her flawless pale skin. Helping her deal with her claustrophobia in the broken elevator at a restaurant confirms his suspicions that she is a born submissive. When his attentions cause her to lose her job, he offers to take her with him back to Europe. As lovers they are perfect for each other, so her angry refusal stuns him. Intrigued and mystified, Tristan orders a background report, from which he learns that Holly has been taking culinary design classes in her spare time. He also realizes she doesn’t yet know his last name.Zum Buch
I guess I was lucky. I’m a writer, not very successful. But my luck came from the Lotto win of nearly three quarters of a million. I’m in my late forties and on my own. I was planning on making a home in Spain but keeping a small property here too, as a fallback. I hadn’t told anyone about my win and I hadn’t gone wild. I’d bought a cheap small car and a bigger investment. Just over ten thousand on a second-hand cabin cruiser. It was nearing time to go to Spain on an exploration trip when I hoped to find a property. Nothing expensive. I needed a marina for my boat, a place that was lively but not a drunken wild destination. I would write there and maybe would strike lucky with that. I wanted a place overlooking the beach and sea, and within walking distance of shops and cafes. But that was the future. Right now I was down on the coast back home where I had a mooring in a marina. I was here a lot The Laundry Service was a self-service place, a row of washing machines opposite several commercial driers. It was simple. I wasn’t rushed for time so I would sit and wait. Gave me time to think about my day and what I would be doing. Kay ran it with her daughter. It was a Wednesday and Kay came and sat with me. She was slim, but not skinny, she must have been at least thirty eight as Penny, her daughter, was just turned nineteen. But she looked about 28 years old. Kay was blonde, probably out of a bottle, her hair cut short and in a bob. She was average height, certainly shorter than me. She was always cheerful and smiling. I’d noticed she always wore bright red lipstick and had matching nails. She often wore red heels too. Maybe that should have sent signals to my brain. She usually wore figure hugging trousers and a blouse; often open one button too much for modesty, showing her breasts which looked firm and round.Zum Buch
