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One patrol car. Two men. Zero chance of behaving. Tabby thought it would just be a friendly ride-along with Nate and his old friend from the force. But when Detective Cole locks her in the backseat, cuffs her wrists, and starts his “interrogation,” she realizes she’s in for a lot more than a tour. With Nate watching from the front seat, Tabby’s taken, teased, and pushed to her limit — soaked in sirens, sweat, and submission.

Tabby wants control she can feel—collar on, hand at her throat for hold only, stillness that makes her shake and stay. Lena wants to anchor her through the climb, palm to wrist, voice in her ear, and then take her own turn under a slow count that does not break. The crew knows the rules. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Green means go. Yellow means ease. Red means out. They follow every word.

He thought power was in the muscle. She was about to teach him it's all in the mind. Julian is a king in his kingdom. The private gym after hours is his sanctuary, a place where his physical strength and chiseled body command respect and admiration. He's confident, arrogant, and believes he understands everything there is to know about power. Then she arrives. A woman in a sharp suit who moves through the weights room with an unnerving, quiet authority. She's not impressed by his muscles or his charm.

When Nate's first wild one-night stand shows up at the resort, Tabby’s confidence is shaken—but not for long. What begins as tension turns into a challenge, and Tabby never backs down. With Lena by her side and Nate under her command, she turns jealousy into power, desire into dominance, and one unexpected reunion into a night they’ll never forget. But when the morning after arrives, only one girl gets to stay in the bed… and Tabby always decides who.

Control is Tabby’s sanctuary, but even the strongest walls can be breached. On a dark and stormy night, a frantic knock on her door brings Marek back into her life—a beautiful, tormented artist drowning in his own rage and self-doubt. He’s not looking for comfort or connection. He’s looking for a fight, a violent release for the poison thrumming under his skin.

Control is Tabby’s sanctuary, a carefully constructed fortress she’s built to keep the chaos of the world at bay. But her friend Lena is a living, breathing hurricane of mischief, and she has just found the chink in Tabby’s armor. She has an invitation to "The Masque," an exclusive, anonymous masquerade party where inhibitions are checked at the door and pleasure is the only currency that matters. Tabby agrees to go, partly out of curiosity and partly to prove she can handle any environment, even one she doesn't command.

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Seven nights. Seven lessons. One unforgettable journey of desire. Tabby thought she knew pleasure, but when the rules changed, she discovered a deeper craving. Each night unlocked something new—teasing foreplay, perfect rhythm, dirty words, control games, and mind-shattering climaxes. What started as playful exploration became a week-long seduction that pushed her body and mind to the edge of surrender. From whispered commands to relentless intensity, every chapter of Seven Nights of Tabby delivers the kind of heat that leaves you aching for more.

Control is Tabby’s armor, a hard-won superpower forged in the chaos of her past. But after a day spent managing a client’s bottomless incompetence, that armor feels like a cage. The weight of being the responsible one, the fixer, is crushing her, and the only thing she craves is the sweet, total surrender of control. Her partner, Nate, is the anchor in her storm. He is strength, devotion, and a quiet masculinity that finds its power in surrender. He sees the fracture in her composure and doesn't ask questions; he simply offers himself. Tonight, Tabby doesn't want a partner. She wants a canvas.

Some nights aren't about winning. They're about who you destroy with you. Tabby and Lena are two forces of nature, and they've booked a waterfront suite as their battleground. Tabby arrives with a quiet, coiled confidence and a plan brewing. Lena is already there, a wicked grin on her face and a dare in her eyes, daring the night to keep up.

Forty people. Seven miles of river. And zero inhibitions. What starts as a wild summer float with drinks, music, and sunshine quickly turns into something else entirely. When Tabby, her husband Nate, and their best friend Lena join a massive tubing party down a lazy river, the teasing starts early—but it doesn’t stay innocent for long. From spontaneous sandbar dances to full-on public pleasure, the group dives headfirst into an unforgettable day of soaked bikinis, wet mouths, and bodies aching for release.

A fire once buried now burns beneath her skin… Tabby thought she understood power. Thought she could control the flame within her. But when the Hollow awakens something ancient and furious beneath its roots, her world shatters again. As forbidden truths rise from the ashes, Tabby must confront the First Flame — an ancient being of molten desire and buried fury — and decide if she will burn for the Hollow… or rise above it. With Marek at her side and new allies forged in fire, Tabby’s journey deepens into darkness, submission, and revelation. The crown doesn’t protect her. It tests her.

In the glittering, rain-slicked world of the elite, Tabby Lane is a queen who rules from the shadows. With a sharp mind and an even sharper wit, she can dismantle a man's confidence with a single sentence, her power a precise, intoxicating weapon. But after a night of psychological warfare leaves her feeling hollow, she runs—not from her power, but from the woman she's become. Her solitude is shattered by the arrival of Nate, the one man who doesn't fear her dominance but seeks to understand it.

Lena is the agent of chaos, the puppet master who pulls the strings in everyone else’s life. But after the thrill of her latest game fades, she’s left with a hollow ache and a dangerous restlessness. For the first time, she doesn’t want to direct the scene; she wants to be in it. She seeks out Julian, a reclusive architect rumored to be a master of control, a man who designs bespoke BDSM playrooms for the elite.

The door sticks. The rope sings. Consent first. Aftercare last. Between those points, Tabby and Lena ask for harder. Partial suspensions with feet grounded. A bit gag with a bell to stop. Mirrors that double every breath. Ice, warm oil, plugs that scale with patience, and a wand that writes yes into skin. They stand side by side, bound and steady, while the crew follows every rule. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Green means go. Yellow means ease. Red means out. No marks where they did not agree. Praise when they need it most.

Tabby knows her place. With thick red curls, soft curves, and a mouth that begs to be filled, she isn't just here to be worshipped—she craves to be owned. When her dominant arrives, she's already on her knees, trembling with need and dripping with anticipation.

The laundry was supposed to be quick. A load of towels, maybe a basket of socks. But when Tabby bends over the dryer and catches her husband watching her with that look — the one that says he’s about to make her forget her name — everything changes. What starts as a hot, impulsive hookup in the laundry room turns into an afternoon of slow, filthy rounds, folded towels, and soft moans behind closed doors. She’s sweaty. He’s hard. And neither of them is going anywhere until they’ve tumbled through every cycle.

Tabby loves her job at the library — the quiet, the books, the solitude. But when the doors lock for the night, the silence becomes electric… and she becomes something far more dangerous than a mild-mannered librarian. One regular patron has been watching her. The way her skirt hugs her hips. The sway of her heels between the stacks. Tonight, he lingers too long — and Tabby gives him exactly what he didn’t know he was craving. In the dusty back rooms and shadowy corners of the library, Tabby takes control… then loses it.

Tabby only came in for a few screws… but what she left with was so much harder. When a quick stop at the hardware store turns into a slow, heated encounter in the backroom, she finds herself tangled up with a rugged, blue-collar worker who knows exactly how to handle her. The tension is thick, the shelves are sturdy, and Tabby’s not leaving until she’s thoroughly satisfied. This one’s all about rough hands, hot sweat, and no time to waste.

The beach was supposed to be freedom. Just sun, sand, and skin. But when Tabby, Nate, and Lena stepped onto the dunes, the eyes followed. The stares grew bolder. The crowd circled closer. What began as sunscreen and stolen touches turned into something raw, merciless, and unforgettable. A circle of strangers swallowed them whole, hands and mouths claiming every inch, until the three of them were broken open in the sand. Tabby’s body wrecked. Lena glowing and ruined. Nate owning every second of it.