Whispers in the Dark
Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.Patrick’s fingers tighten on my hips as Janet leans against the doorframe, her robe half-open, eyes locked on mine.
I wasn’t supposed to look at her—but I do. And something sparks, hot and undeniable.
His breath is warm on my ear, whispering commands, but all I feel is her gaze, stripping me bare.
This was her idea. Her invitation. Yet now, she hesitates.
He pulls me closer, demanding my attention, but I’m torn—between the man touching me and the woman who set this fire.
The clock ticks. Someone has to break the tension. Me? Him? Or her?
King Patrick
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MORE THAN 50 SHADES
I never counted the women—there were too many, too many cities, too many names whispered in the dark. From Lisbon to Kyoto, I left behind passion, promises, and perfume-stained sheets. But Maggie… she was different. The moment her husband found out, my life became a countdown. Now she’s standing beside me at the Gare du Nord, breathless, holding a one-way ticket and a secret worth killing for. They’re still hunting me. And if we’re caught, neither of us will survive.
Sex Life
I tell myself it’s the last time every time I see him. James waits in that same apartment, shirtless, eyes burning with that old fire—the one I never escaped. My husband Chadwick trusts me, loves me, raises our daughters like they’re his own. But I’m not free. I’m pulled back to James, again and again, my body betraying everything I’ve built. It’s not love. It’s hunger. A craving deeper than guilt, stronger than vows. And each time I go, I lose another piece of myself.
THE BILLIONAIRE VAMPIRE ROMANCE
I’ve loved Kendall Jason for eleven years—through mergers, moves, and midnight calls that always ended too abruptly. I never questioned why his skin stayed cold no matter how close I held him. Why he only ate garlic-free meals. Why our bed was always empty by 2 a.m. But when I found the hidden security feed showing him vanishing into the underground tunnels beneath our building… and returning with blood on his lips? That’s when I realized: the man I’m engaged to doesn’t sleep at night. He hunts.
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