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  Interracial Group Penetrations:...

  Nixie Fairfax

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  Three sizzling interracial gangbangs, featuring white women who succumb to the powerful allure of virile, well-hung black men and are soon screaming with wanton bliss as they’re taken hard and unprotected by multiple ebony studs.
  Included in this collection are:
  “Gangbanging the Policewoman” - When police officer Alison barges in on an inner-city gangbang and the girl flees in alarm, the men want Ali to take the girl's place. Though Ali knows she shouldn't, she soon yields to temptation and lets the five incredibly well-hung black men have their way with her.
  “Blacked by the Football Team” – Impetuous coed Nessa has learned of a peephole through which she can watch her college’s hunky all-black football team shower after practice. But when she gets caught peeping by the team, the twelve brawny jocks give the petite blonde a lot more than just an eyeful of their hard, ebony bodies.
  “Gangbanged on My Wedding Night” - When Jessica’s new husband passes out from too much champagne before they can consummate their marriage, she heads to the hotel bar to drink her disappointment away. There, she meets five sexy black bodybuilders whose brazen advances draw the horny young bride into a steamy interracial gangbang.

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  The Spark

  Vi Keeland

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  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?

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  BLADE & BASTARD: Wireframe...

  Kumo Kagyu

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  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?

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  Orced Raw

  Nixie Fairfax

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  Captured by her people’s ancient enemy, Elara the elf discovers forbidden pleasures at the hands of the monstrous orcs!
  After finding evidence of orc activity near the border of her forest homeland, Elara the elvish ranger sets out to investigate. When she recklessly gets too close to their lair, the petite warrior is captured and taken to their arena, where she learns that she has been chosen to become the tribe’s latest broodmare and must now face off against every healthy male orc of the tribe in a battle/mating ritual. In the process, she discovers that her hatred of the orcs masks other, more shameful feelings, and as the hulking, well-hung monsters overwhelm her and roughly have their way with her, she finds herself wracked with bliss the likes of which she has never felt before.

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  The Monster Sex Experiment:...

  Nixie Fairfax

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  Tempers flare when a debate erupts among the girls about the nature of their predicament, with Hannah and Emma facing off on rival sides. Meanwhile Maddie gets paired up with a big, brutish two-headed monster. And a head isn’t the only thing it has two of. It’s a one-monster double penetration in the latest divaricated episode of The Monster Sex Experiment.

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  Door of Bruises

  Sierra Simone

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  Twelve years ago, our fates were sealed with a kiss.We are all, for better or worse, doomed to love each other until death do us part. My heart belongs to Proserpina and St. Sebastian--even if he no longer wants it. Even if she has left it behind to follow him.Delphine's fled back home, and Becket's holy calling is in peril.And now only Rebecca and I remain at Thornchapel to face the unknown.The door is open. The door that shouldn't exist; the door that people have died to close. I don't feel like the lord of the manor. I don't feel like a king or a wild god. I am a friend and a boyfriend and a brother--and a failure at being all of these things. But the door doesn't care about my guilt. It only cares about the sacrifice I'll make to close it.As the bruising dark of Samhain approaches, so does the fate of our circle, of Thornchapel and the village and the valley beyond it. And I must don the crown, because one thing is still true, even if I must face it alone.Here at Thornchapel, the kings must go to the door.Here at Thornchapel, all kings must die.*Door of Bruises is the fourth and final book in the Thornchapel Quartet*

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