Publisher: Parthian Books
"Cardiff Cut" takes a scenic and disenchanted tour of the Welsh capital. Witty, obscene, defiant... an aimlessly anarchic Joycean monologue... steeped in the city of Cardiff…
Scorch marks blacken the wireframe dungeon, and the smell of burnt meat hangs in the air. Iarumas’s party stumbles upon a corpse, more charcoal than flesh, and Raraja insists on dragging it out. Murmur—Chant—Pray—Invoke. A large-framed girl named Berkanan gulps the fresh air of her second chance at life. Her confidence is low and her skills as a fledgling mage are inadequate, but despite all that, she has a serious goal—kill the red dragon that burned her party alive. This dragon, an interloper from the lower levels of the dungeon, has become so notorious that even the most seasoned parties refuse to engage. Even so, Garbage and Raraja agree to aid Berkanan, and Iarumas lends his support. The chances of failure are high, but in the dungeon, immolation is not a permanent end...as long as someone is willing to pay. Can Iarumas’s party douse the flames of the dragon, or will they all succumb to a menacing red death?Show book
6 erotic tales that involve women taking on a whole load of dogs all at once! These are just the kind of hot stories that you know you can't resist!Show book
A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.Did I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Definitely too good to be true.So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him.My life was too complicated for such a great guy.In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often.But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him?Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later…when I’d just started dating his boss?Show book
2 wet tales involving mother and son!Making Mom wet in the bathroom/Mom is my golden fountainShow book
Four tales set in a world where all animals can have any woman at any time they want! Just the kind of nastiness you're looking for!Show book
Four debauched tales of women getting it on with animals, and then giving birth to animals! My son and my husband couldn’t get me pregnant despite giving me multiple creampies so I had sex with the family dog and gave birth to four puppies Our daughter was bred by our dog then we drank her piss during her pregnancy Hucow, breeding and birthing slave on the puppy farm Hucow broodmare slave on a stud farmShow book
