Títulos em Literatura e Ficção

Giselle's human life was a bore, until she's suddenly mated to an ancient Fae Lord, and their magic bond needs to be consummated.

Sometimes a girl just doesn’t feel comfortable in her own skin. Sometimes, she needs to be something else. All she needs is someone to accommodate her.

Kelly and Greg had been invited to a special Halloween swingers party in their old college town. Both were eager to continue experiencing the pleasures of the flesh they'd discovered as they explored the HotWife lifestyle. Gang bangs, sharing her with his best friend, or strangers, Kelly, and Greg thought they'd experienced it all.

When Nate takes Tabby and Lena on a midnight errand, the car wash becomes more than just soap, suds, and routine. Behind walls of rushing water and neon lights, their desire boils over—turning the SUV into a playground of moans, touches, and surrender. The roar of the dryers hides their secrets. The shadows of the vacuum bay become their stage. And by the time the night is over, no one will ever see a car wash the same way again.

Juandre leaves the bar tipsy and in search of a man. While driving home, he picks up a hitchhiker. The two indulge in their wildest fantasies over the weekend and lose touch until ten years later when Andrew realizes he can't live without the man he has been pining for. Just one problem stands between them: Andrew is not fully human and hasn't aged a day.

It was supposed to be one night. One reckless, no-names, no-strings moment with a gorgeous alpha who made me forget everything but the way he felt. But when I walk into my friend's wedding, I come face-to-face with him again. He's the best man. And just when I think it can't get worse, my heat slams into me like a wrecking ball. My scent match is standing right there—watching me, scenting me, wanting me. But he's not alone. He comes with a pack.

The continuous cycle sends Chloe to find solace at her family cabin. Nestled deep in the mountains she expects to clear her head. Alone and in control of her urges. But what happens when she finds more than she bargained for. One rainy night. A throbbing need. And two masked men waiting to play a dangerous and erotic game of cat and mouse.

One bullet. One dead man. And now my wreck of a life is spiraling out of control. The bastard deserved it, but I'm just a regular guy. I botched the escape, and since I killed him while wearing a Santa costume, they call me the Festive Fugitive. Cute. Too bad I'll be spending Christmas behind bars or in a body bag. Then he appears. Cesar. My dark salvation. A trained killer who looks at me as if I'm his personal miracle. I killed his boss, yet he says I did him a favor. He wants to protect me, claim me, cage me in his arms, and God help me… I let him.

Wrenly Morgan. Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary. I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull. I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web.

Staplers aren't the only things getting jammed. In this scorchingly addictive collection of ten high-heat office erotica stories, enemies become lovers, coworkers become liabilities, and every locked door becomes an invitation. Expect stolen glances across cubicles, whispered threats in meeting rooms, and copy room hookups hot enough to melt toner. These aren’t soft romances—they’re raw, ruthless, and dripping with tension. Think desks used for anything but spreadsheets, HR policies broken by the second paragraph, and rivalries that end in breathless, sweat-slicked surrender.

I’m creamy, productive and at the very peak of my fertility but my new Sugar Daddy insists that the group of men aren't enough for my seeding and I need the machine too. How will nineteen-year-old Ella respond to the Dominant Doctor’s impregnation machine, as well as all of her Sugar Daddy’s friends?

Whether submitting to an old flame, a stranger, or one’s partner(s), it’s tantalizing to test one’s boundaries. For MaryBell, that means finding out what drives James wild. Steve finds out that acts of service earn him Katie’s undivided attention. Sorina’s bratty ways get her into trouble with her dominant husband. Swinging becomes a spicy new kink for Emily and Ryan. The doors are open for business at the Honey Pot Club and you're invited to discover your own kinks and fetishes along the way.

In 1925 Chicago, Bellwyn Hall is no ordinary hotel. Once a private Gilded Age mansion, it now caters to the discreet desires of its most mysterious guests. And Room 572? That room doesn’t just remember—it confesses. When Evelyn Marlowe drops her glove at a glittering party, she knows exactly who will pick it up: Simon Whitlock, the decorated war hero she’s seen before but never spoken to. One night. One room. No promises. But in Room 572, even a single night can leave a mark.

Emily has always played it safe. A quiet job, a tidy apartment, and weekends spent alone, life was fine. But when a chance encounter with Jack a commanding builder, shatters her carefully constructed world, she finds herself spiraling into a storm of desire she never knew she craved. Jack is everything she shouldn’t want: dominant, intense, unapologetically in control. But when he touches her, when he commands her, Emily doesn’t just obey...she blooms. What starts with stolen glances and restrained passion quickly transforms into a deeply consuming relationship.

Quando Jamie Westenberg e Bea Wilmot se conhecem, fica claro que eles não poderiam ser mais diferentes. Após uma noite desastrosa, eles estão certos de que nunca mais se verão, mas, por algum motivo, seus amigos parecem pensar que os dois seriam o casal perfeito e bolam um plano para enganá-los e fazer com que tenham um encontro. Assim, Jamie e Bea passam a conversar por mensagens sem saber que estão falando um com o outro, mas descobrem toda a farsa quando decidem se conhecer pessoalmente. Furiosos, eles resolvem se vingar.

Keri Daniels is Nashville’s rising R&B star—polished, poised, and off-limits. Grant Tucker is her genius producer with a wife of his own. But when studio hours turn into stolen nights, their lust explodes into a full-blown affair they swore would never happen again… until it does. Quickies between sessions. Hotels under aliases. Love songs that hit too close to home. They're walking a tightrope between passion and destruction—and when a revenge sex tape hits the blogs, all hell breaks loose.

Four mercenaries accidentally save a young man from being trafficked. Scared for his life, he chooses to be theirs in exchange for protection, but the deal soon turns into way more as Clover develops feelings for all four of his saviors.

As a human living in the isolated supernatural town of Midnight Harbor, there’s only two choices for me: leave Midnight or pledge my allegiance to one of the supernatural Houses. It’s expected I’ll follow my family lineage and pledge myself to the Locke Vampire House. But with my pledging day approaching, I’m determined to live my own life and leave Midnight. I would have made good on that promise if it wasn’t for my vampire neighbor, Bran Duval, black sheep of the powerful Duval House.

De koningin van de erotische fictie is terug, en hoe! Vier jonge vrouwen geven zich op voor een veiling om te worden uitgehuwelijkt aan de hoogste bieder. Voor niet minder dan een miljoen dollar per jaar, drie jaar lang, zal elke vrouw alles moeten doen wat de hoogste bieder van haar vraagt. Alles. Zo raakt iedere vrouw langzaam verstrikt in een spel met veel geld, lust en macht.

In the quiet corridors of suburbia, where manicured lawns whispered tales of ordinary lives, I stood on the precipice of my own unraveling. Our house, a carefully curated sanctuary of domestic bliss, hid the storms brewing within its walls—the storms that gave no warning, the flip of a switch, the great awakening. Whatever you want to call it, it doesn’t matter. They will say I lost it. That the pressures of motherhood was too much for me. No, I haven’t lost anything; I have found exactly what I have been looking for—her. My sweet, sweet, insanity.