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"You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my member stretching you open?"

His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into his shirt, "Yes...fück yes..."

He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in me. "But only slüts love cöcks in there püssies. Especially when it's their teacher's cock. Are you a slüt, Brittany?"

Without thinking, I let out an audible moan, unable to take it anymore. "I'm your slut, Mr Allen. Only yours. Please have me. Fill me..."

Brittany has always been attracted to her professor. She knew it should be forbidden. She shouldn't harbor such feelings for him. Not until she realizes he feels the same way about her. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?

When Selina Peterman arrives in Rivers End one stormy night, it’s disorienting enough to discover she’s inherited a house. But when she learns that the house is filled to the rafters with junk—and uncomfortable family secrets—all she wants is to clean it, sell it, and get the heck out. No problem, except that she’s about to meet the biggest complication of all: the gorgeous caretaker who’s living there.Connor O’Donnell knows he shouldn’t get involved with the sexy granddaughter of the man he’d looked up to for so long. He’s not sure he’s even ready for a relationship, and getting involved with someone he knows isn’t going to stick around is risky—if not outright stupid. But with the snow falling outside and Christmas on the way, it’s all too easy for the two of them to stay inside and play house. It’s only for a few days, right? Come home to Rivers End and fall in love with this sweet, contemporary, small town, holiday romance.   A note from author CJ HuntWelcome to Rivers End! All my stories take place in the same small town and there is no right or wrong way to explore the stories. You can read them in chronological order, by miniseries (family or theme), or just jump in with any book, novella or story that interests you.A Touch of Magic in Rivers EndMerry (Merry+Dillon)Oona (Oona+Sam)The MacAllisters of Rivers EndSilver Bells (Jenna+Isaac, Beginnings)Tipsy (Shannon+Lucas)Reindeer Games (Ginger+Eli)Wedding Bells (Jenna+Isaac, HEA)Elfed (Lindsay+Noah)The O'DonnellsThe List (Selina+Connor)The Martinez FamilyMaybe (Lucie+Daniel)

At the bar, I watched Ethan get publicly dumped and made a crazy proposal fueled by liquid courage—a three-month fake dating contract.

I thought this was my only chance after twenty years of secret crushing. Until his ex showed me the text: "With Mia? Pretty convenient. She's been following me around since we were kids."

So I was just a tool.

The day we broke up, he shouted with red eyes: "I've been crazy about you for twenty years!" I thought he was acting, until his mom handed me a worn journal—

That careless comment I made at thirteen, "I'm never marrying Ethan," he'd remembered for twenty whole years.

Every page of that diary was filled with my name...

When it comes to his sister, Zayn Richardson has no restraint.
He doesn’t warn twice. And he sure as hell doesn’t forgive.
Ashleigh was adopted into his family, already broken by life.
Zayn was meant to be her shield.
And he was.
But somewhere along the way, that protection turned into something else.
Something far more dangerous.

LUSTS OF THE FLESH is a story about two people who see the line of morality, understand it perfectly, and choose to cross it anyway.
Because some bonds don't fade or break when they’re forbidden.
They burn even more fiercely.

READER ADVISORY
Mature content.
Expect strong language and a male lead who expresses approximately 70% of his feelings through profanity.
Zayn swears a lot.
If vulgar vocabulary offends you, this may not be the book for you, because “fucking hell” is practically his love language.
He does not believe in filtering himself.

You've been warned.

A young love that could have been, lost in the folds of societal expectations. Another broken soul bound to jealousy, destruction, neglect, abandonment; set to kill. Pasts are relived, boundless joy and unbearable pain, and regrets are experienced in this crime thriller. To what end?

She was born into a cage of blood and lies.
Selena Rossi knows two things: her mafia don father’s empire is built on corpses, and her mother’s killer walks free.

He’s the ghost in her nightmares.
Rook. Her father’s deadliest shadow. A name whispered in fear. An assassin without a face… until he’s forced into her light as her 24/7 bodyguard.

Mutual hatred is their shield.
Trapped together as bullets fly, Selena sees the flicker of pain behind his ice-cold eyes. He sees the crack in her armor. When chaos erupts, a savage, stolen kiss ignites a fire neither can control.

Then she uncovers the truth.
Security footage. A masked killer removing his disguise.
Rook’s face.
Pulling the trigger.

Her world shatters. Trust bleeds out. She vanishes into the night, leaving only betrayal behind.

Three years. Three lifetimes.
Selena is a ghost now too. But her father’s empire is crumbling. Enemies close in. A senator is dead. The FBI’s net tightens.

He walks back into her war.
Rook. Broken. Haunted. He carries a digital bomb – evidence that could save her family… or bury them.

“Your mother’s death wasn’t my mission. It was my damnation.”
But the shadows hold darker truths. The real puppetmaster pulls the strings.

As bullets tear through a warehouse of ghosts, loyalties shatter.
Her father faces a traitor’s gun.
Rook takes a bullet meant for her.
A recording holds the key to salvation… and damnation.

He thrusts the evidence into her hands.
“Save them… or let it burn.”

Sirens wail. Blood pools. One choice remains.
But the deadliest secret isn’t who pulled the trigger.
It’s why the gun was loaded.

Justice has a price. Is love the bullet… or the shield?

Everyone says I married an iceberg.

Three years of contract marriage. He's never touched me once.

On our wedding night, I tried to move into his bedroom. He refused. I stood in front of him wearing lingerie. He just said, calm as ever, "You should get some rest."

I'm a healthy woman with a normal sex drive. Every day I'm burning up with my own desire.

I thought he didn't love me. So for both our sakes, I signed the divorce papers. Today, I'm telling him.

Then that afternoon, I suddenly heard his thoughts.

When I walked up to him in just a towel, he looked calm, staring at his laptop. But his mind was screaming: Holy shit. She's not wearing anything under that. Look at that skin. Her tits are huge. I can't take this anymore... no, I'll scare her. Fuck. I'm hard again.

Turns out under the ice, there's a volcano that's been buried for just as long.

I slip the divorce papers back into hiding and pour him a coffee.

New plan: make that volcano blow.

"You wear her face, but you bleed differently. Tell me, pequeña mentirosa, who are you really?"
When Isabella Moreno identifies her twin sister Sofia's mutilated body in the San Isidro morgue, her world doesn't just shatter—it ignites.
Sofia wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the cartel underworld. She was the good twin—sweet, trusting, working as a trauma nurse, engaged to a respectable doctor. She was everything Isabella wasn't: innocent, hopeful, loved.
But someone put three bullets in Sofia's chest and dumped her body in the River Rojo like garbage.
The police call it gang violence. Case closed. Another statistic in a city that bleeds daily.
Isabella knows better.
She's spent five years as a DEA intelligence analyst, building cases against the very cartels that rule San Isidro. She's seen the patterns, knows the players, and recognizes the signature of a professional hit when she sees one. Sofia's murder wasn't random—it was an execution. And every trail of blood leads to one man:
Damián Flores, heir to the most powerful cartel in Mexico.
Devastatingly handsome, Princeton-educated, and colder than the blade he's rumored to wield personally, Damián took control of the Flores Cartel after his father's assassination three years ago. He's turned the organization into an empire—ruthless, efficient, untouchable. The DEA has tried for years to build a case against him and failed. He's too smart, too careful, too protected.
But Isabella has something the DEA doesn't: Sofia's face.
The twins were identical—same dark hair, same amber eyes, same delicate bone structure. When Isabella assumes Sofia's identity, no one questions it. Not Sofia's grieving fiancé. Not her hospital colleagues. And definitely not Damián Flores, who appears at Sofia's favorite café three days after the funeral with an expression that makes Isabella's blood run cold.

To give my twelve-year-old daughter a peaceful and ordinary childhood, I sealed away the "Eagle" badge that represented the highest military authority in the Federation, willingly becoming a repairman with an oily phone in a remote town.
I suppressed my murderous intent, swallowed my humiliation, and even remained silent about the injustice of the referee.
But my concessions to the powerful and wealthy resulted in the richest man leading a group of professional thugs to smash my home to ruins.
to fight in front of my daughter , until his reckless son smashed my "Eagle Badge," hidden deep inside.
They had no idea that the instant the badge broke—
the SSS-level emergency beacon hidden at its core—had been triggered !

I thought I was the luckiest person in the apocalypse.
My brother, a former special forces soldier, brought me supplies so I wouldn't have to face the horrors above ground.
My girlfriend comforted me over the radio, saying she'd cry in my arms once we could finally get out.
I lived underground for three years, grateful like a domesticated dog.
Until that day, when I pushed open the door, smelled fresh grass, and saw the swimming pool in the sunlight—that's when I understood that the so-called apocalypse was never outside, but behind the door they had locked me in.

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.

Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.

He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."

I believed him.

Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.

That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.

But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.

I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.

Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.

"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"

"Finally. The family's saved."

► Contains explicit dark romance◄
"Put me down!"" I struggled, ""I curse you! You..”
"Save your words, mate"" he opened the door.
Chains, whips, tools for punishment... WHAT? "
"I said I will have you." he whispered...


He paused the trail of his scenting just where her collarbone met her shoulder, his tongue reaching out to stroke over the very place he had bitten her in a desperate attempt to change her. The touch of his tongue had the she-wolf reacting with a startled jerk of her body and then a low moan followed by her body relaxing under him. James kissed the spot and rocked his hips against hers before he lifted his head to look down at Cassidy. “You are mine.”
“Say it.” James demanded.

Cassidy looked up at James when he told her to say something. She looked a little dazed, her mind clouded with rising lust and the wolf within her mind steadily trying to push her way into control. “Say what?” she asked softly in a bit of confusion, a little breathless after James had pressed his length to her.

James growled and slowly thrust against Cassidy again, the friction between the two of them making her thighs wrap around his hips a little more tightly. “Say that you are mine."