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Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center… home of deadly secrets. After being framed for murder, I never thought I’d be back inside these walls again. And if I thought I’d be able to make a quiet return, I was dead wrong. My secrets have been spilled but little did I know it would be the catalyst. Monsters are creeping out of the darkness, eager for blood. Now, the biggest question remains—who are the true unhinged? Echoes is a why choose asylum secret society dark romance. It contains adult themes, sensitive topics, and is solely intended for mature audiences over 18.

Jessica Martin is not a nice girl. As prom queen and captain of the cheer squad, she'd ruled her school mercilessly, looking down her nose at everyone she deemed unworthy. The most unworthy of them all? The "freak," Manson Reed: her favorite victim. But a lot changes after high school. A freak like him never should have ended up at the same Halloween party as her. He never should have been able to beat her at a game of Drink or Dare. He never should have been able to humiliate her in front of everyone.

Juliet Bettencourt flees her gilded prison—and an abusive fiancé who hungers to break more than her spirit. Disappearing into Texas' sun-scorched badlands as "Julia Harris," she finds uneasy refuge in Dairyville: a town of roaring motorcycles and secrets guarded by leather-clad wolves. Among them is Liam "Bronc" Baucaum—hardened president of Iron Valor MC, ex-Special Forces beast, and alpha of a shifter pack whose molten gaze strips her lies bare…and awakens desires hotter than betrayal.

Clara Baker has worked for Xavier Williams for three years. She had heard him talking about the club his father owns a few times. One drunken night with her friend Keesha, they decided to look it up. Finding out that it was an exclusive BDSM club made her think twice about working for Xavier. So, for the next few weeks she studied him. When he started asking her to find out information on Ava, Clara started to worry. But when she saw the interaction between the two, she knew what was missing in her life.

Ash: I have a problem. I was one of the best centers in the NHL until I started letting opponents get in my head. I can't handle guys chirping at me during the game, and my old team dropped me. I was picked up by a new NHL team, the Hartford Hydra, and given a second chance…that I'm blowing. The Hydra's owner gave me an ultimatum: work with an expert on trash talk and fix my issue or be cut loose. Easy choice. I'll work with the expert. But Dr. Gray Mackey turns out to be more than I bargained for, and she's a distraction I don't need if I want to get my career back on track.

Ich habe meinem Land unbedingte Treue geschworen. Wenn ich diesen Schwur einhalte, verrate ich die Menschheit. Es gibt außerirdisches Leben. Das ist eine Tatsache! Ich habe mit meiner Spezialeinheit ein Alien bewacht. Einen tödlichen Krieger mit vier Armen und gewaltigen Kräften. Die bloße Existenz eines solchen Wesens ist eine große Gefahr. Doch ich musste Seite an Seite mit ihm kämpfen. Gegen geistlose Mutanten, erschaffen von meiner eigenen Regierung!

I have a rule about dating men like him. Too bad he doesn't follow rules. I've spent enough time around rich, powerful men that I thought I knew the type. Until Vissarian Dmitriyev decided I'd be having a drink with him. He didn't just make me come right there at the table. He stripped me on his balcony, spanked my bare ass red, and then made sure the whole resort heard every desperate, screaming climax. By the time I knew he was a billionaire bratva boss, I was already his.

A desperate click on a job listing. A contract she can never discuss. A training that will take everything she has. Sam doesn't know what she's signed up for. She learns quickly. Nacre is a novel for women, about desire, power, and the sexuality we hide even from ourselves. Following one woman's journey from desperation to mastery, through submission and dominance, pain and pleasure, shame and exhilaration, it asks the question that drives every page: when you choose this, when you keep choosing it, what does that make it? Explicit, psychologically sharp, and surprisingly tender.

Thea Fera is starting over… again. For the third time in the last year. New town. New job. She hopes to fade into the background wherever she goes so he can’t find her. Her stalker. The man who killed her alpha, Connor. Running is all she’s known for the last year—and for good reason. However, after moving to a small picturesque mountain town, she meets six alphas and a beta whose scents trigger emotions in her she’d rather stay buried. When her suppressants fail earlier than expected, she’s faced with the choice to spend her first heat with strangers.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the headteacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student. Until her. I became a priest to control my impulses. Then I meet Tinsley Constantine. The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature. With each punishment I lash upon her, I want more. In my classroom, private rectory, and bent over my altar, I want all of her. There’s no absolution for the things I’ve done. One touch risks everything I stand for. My faith. My redemption. And even my life. As if that could stop me.

After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore.

Some monsters are born. Others are made. Caroline Landers has always known the darkness lived inside her. Not hidden. Not controlled. Simply waiting for the right moment to be unleashed. That moment came the night she crossed paths with Samuel Corby—a man who stalked her from the shadows, only to awaken a hunger in her that even she couldn’t tame. Samuel is everything the world warns you about: obsessive, lethal, untouchable. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't what he does—it's how deeply he loves her.

I've always prided myself on seeing through people's bullshit. But Dmitri Ivanov? He's a puzzle I can't solve. Sure, Boston's elite sees the perfect businessman—all devastating smiles and Armani suits. I see the monster beneath, the darkness he tries so hard to hide. The way he watches me like he wants to devour me whole. I hate how he gets under my skin. Hate how my body betrays me every time he corners me, how his touch sets me on fire even as his arrogance makes me want to scream.

I should have known I’d end up with a biker. Most of my friends sighed over men in suits. Not me. I always liked a bad boy in grease-stained jeans. Probably comes with being raised by a club President. My daddy didn’t raise a fool, but my mother raised a dreamer. And if there’s one thing I’ve dreamt about the last few years, it’s Beast. He’s big. All alpha. But more importantly, the first time I see him in person, the moment our lips touch, I know he’s going to be mine. I might have been the princess of the Dixie Reapers, but I was meant to be his queen.

Es geht weiter mit der humorvollen Erotikreihe Rule my Life. Begleite Mona dabei, wie sie ihre ganz spezielle Beziehung mit Malcolm aufbaut. Welche Hürden sich ihr in den Weg stellen. Und wie Malcolm ihr dabei hilft, das Beste aus sich herauszuholen. Mit viel Humor und der typischen Mona-Manier stolpern wir gemeinsam in die Welt des BDSM. Taucht ein in das winterliche New York und in das heiße Spiel der Beiden.

It's my birthday and this year my wife has let me spend it with my buddies. Little did I know they'd planned a surprise stripper! But when it turns out the woman they hired is a student of mine, well she's damn well got some explaining to do. She tells me she's a virgin, but now I need to know for certain! Things are about to get sinful!

With the head of the Bratva determined to take back his daughter, and one of the brothers missing, Jessie and the brothers must act fast to bring him home alive. Still reeling from the revelations surrounding her family’s true history, Jessie is determined to uncover the truth. And when she can’t get answers from the man who claims to be her father, she must make a new ally of an old enemy. But when her true destiny is revealed, she is once again forced to choose between her new family and her old one.

The worldwide phenomenon continues as Eva and Gideon face the demons of their pasts and accept the consequences of their obsessive desires.... From the moment I first met Gideon Cross, I recognized something in him that I needed. Something I couldn’t resist. I also saw the dangerous and damaged soul inside - so much like my own. I was drawn to it. I needed him as surely as I needed my heart to beat. No one knows how much he risked for me. How much I’d been threatened, or just how dark and desperate the shadow of our pasts would become.

On Tuesdays we escape. If we trip… we’re trapped. I was born to play by the rules. Smile for the cameras. Lead Omega. Pretend I don’t feel the eyes on me. But he’s always watching. Not just him—them. The Society. The system. The ones who say they own me. I thought I could play the game and stay safe. Perfect. Polished. Untouchable. Then came Terror Tuesday. Now I’m locked in a maze designed to test me, break me… trap me. And I can’t tell who the real danger is. The masked man who stalks me from the shadows? Or the ones waiting for me to fail? My name is Olivia Cardell.

If losing her love could change him that much, nothing made sense in the world anymore. Life had taken a turn she hadn't expected, and though love surrounded her, she'd never felt more alone and confused. Navigating heartache was not her plan and getting through it might just destroy everything. The world she belonged in no longer existed. She wanted to remember everything, until her returning memories brought her to realize she'd have to choose between the man who saved her, and the past lover who she was finally remembering. Nothing was meshing, and he was in a very dark place.

A dominant doctor. A medical exam. A newly transformed hucow. Will dominant Dr. Mulligan give in to his dark desires as he gives the new hucow a thorough and deeply personal medical examination? And will the innocent young woman find the strict and punishing Master she craves over the knee of the dominant older man as she becomes milky for the very first time? A standalone erotic hucow short story with lots of spice and heat, and all the milk, the first times and the BDSM action that you expect from a Lola Little story.

As CEO Calla Black by day and the masked dominatrix known only as The Black Dahlia by night, I built a life that kept everyone at a distance. Control kept me safe. Rules kept me steady. And then James Carter Jr. walked into my world with his slow Southern charm and a hunger that matched the darkness I thought I had buried. I could handle him. I convinced myself I could. What I never expected was her.

Christmas Eve. She walks into a bar. He sits beside her. No names. Just heat. When he says he's the scariest one here, she only wants him more. Morgan simply needs to escape her family and disappear into a stiff drink for the night. Then a sexy silver fox offers the kind of distraction she should refuse, but going home sounds like torture—and not the sexy kind. A filthy age gap, dark romance Christmas novella, Krampus Kruk unwraps what happens when you go home with a stranger—and discover he's no Santa, but the devil of Christmas himself.

Emily: I love my husband. I do. But somewhere along the way we lost our spark. And then I meet Aiden. Aiden's dom side thrills me like no man has before. I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Aiden isn't like other guys, and he recognizes I'm submissive. Nate: Emily captivates me right from the beginning, even though I know she is married and feel guilty about what that means. When Nate joins in on the filthy fun, I never expect the two of them to be the perfect balance.

Eigentlich hat Samuel alles, was er braucht: einen gutbezahlten Job als Privatgärtner bei dem Influencer-Ehepaar Lars und Lucia und einen beliebten Instagram-Account als Rigger. Bislang konnte er das in seinem Leben trennen – wäre da nur nicht diese Anziehung Lucia gegenüber. Als Lucia dann auch sein Doppelleben als Rigger entdeckt und von der Idee besessen scheint, sich von ihm als Model ablichten zu lassen, fällt Samuel in eine Abwärtsspirale aus Liebe und Lust, die mehr als nur seinen Verstand zerstört.

He was six-foot-one. He woke up and his clothes did not fit. By the second morning, he had lost three inches. By the third, six more. His girlfriend measured him with a tape she already had ready. She wrote the number in a notebook that was not new. She is calm. She is organized. She has a plan. That should be comforting. It is not. Marcus is shrinking, and Vanessa is stepping into every space he leaves behind. His work. His friends. His world. She builds him a home that fits inside a bookshelf. She carries him in her palm.

Tonight is the one night a year when even the school encourages the Black Harts to act out on their vices, but I’m not here to participate in some primal ritual or be some rich boy’s plaything. That’s until I feel someone watching from the shadows, taunting me. Tempting me.