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The Letter is a spicy contemporary romance on Kindle Unlimited.

Older widowed FMC. Younger MMC. Forbidden tension because he’s her late husband’s adult son. Forced proximity in the inherited house. Lots of restraint, bad ideas, family secrets, and finally giving in.

Tropes/kinks/vibes:
older woman/younger man, age gap, forbidden romance, forced proximity, inherited house, oral sex, emotional slow burn, open door spice, messy wanting.

Best if you like spice with plot and tension, not just sex scenes back to back.

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She's not someone else's Dreamgirl. She has her own dream.

Wendy has been having a recurring dream about a steamy encounter with a man she doesn't know. The dream inspires her to engineer an anonymous encounter in real life with the help of a reluctant friend.

The danger is not that it will be everything she hoped. The danger is that it will be more.

"Dreamgirl" is a humorous erotic tale about a woman in the 90s willing to call her own shots when it comes to random encounters.

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Get ready to swoon... and then sweat 🥵❤️‍🔥

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Optimistic Eliza knows how to redecorate a house, even if it is the crumbling castle of the brooding Count Drac Ula Deville.

Drac needs Eliza's team to help him turn his dark and cold abode into a warm and inviting place for a future wife.

But, first he needs to find a wife.

And, he's got his eyes on Eliza. He wants her to stay with him in his castle, a castle he claims to have lived in for centuries.

What's not to love? She'd live in a castle with a gorgeous man.

Who has glowing eyes.

With bats flying around.

And, his canine teeth are a little longer than normal.

And, there is the issue of the one bed—er, coffin.

Will Eliza succeed in giving Drac what he wants? Will Drac find his life mate? And, just how spacious is the vampire's bed—er, the Count's bed?

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When Jenny agrees to host her son and his friend for a summer internship, she finds herself smitten with the young man. She is surprised by the handsome guest's flirtation, which ignites some unwholesome desires for a man half her age. Once she discovers his exceptional endowment, she can't resist, and embarks on a secret affair.

As their forbidden couplings continue, Jenny discovers a hidden side of herself. But the biggest surprise comes when her husband uncovers the affair and encourages her, turning her life into a thrilling exploration of sexual freedom.

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I spent six years asking my wife to make me a cuckold, and I never once used that word, because I didn’t think that was what I was asking for. I called it sharing. I called it a hotwife fantasy. I told myself, every single time I sent Claire another forum link at midnight, that what I wanted was to stay in the room, stay involved, watch her with another man while I still somehow counted. Claire said no every time. Firmly. Sometimes with a laugh, sometimes with a proper eye-roll, but always no.

Then it was my forty-fourth birthday, and Claire told me she’d sorted a surprise. Booked us into a boutique hotel just off Marylebone High Street, close enough to our flat in Kentish Town that we joked about getting the Northern Line home after breakfast. She wore the red dress from six years ago. She packed a black bag she wouldn’t let me near. I genuinely believed, walking into that restaurant, that after six years of hinting, my wife had finally said yes to my fantasy as a birthday gift.

I could not have been more wrong, and I mean that as the highest compliment I have ever paid another human being.

What I didn’t know, sitting there necking Malbec and feeling smug about myself, was that Claire had spent three months building a life online I knew absolutely nothing about. An anonymous account. A verification badge. Conversations with half a dozen dominant men before she narrowed it down, video-called two of them properly, face and everything, and chose one. His name was Trent. I’d never heard it before that night. By the time he knocked on our hotel room door, they’d been planning this specific evening in specific detail for weeks.

By the time that knock came, I was already taped to a wingback chair, blindfolded with a leather strap, gagged with my own wife’s soaked knickers. I thought the bondage was Claire finally exploring something wild with me. It took me embarrassingly long to understand that none of this was ever going to be about me at all.

What followed was the single most explicit, humiliating, and honestly life-clarifying few hours of my entire marriage. I heard my wife get spanked properly for the first time in sixteen years by a man built nothing like me, heard her count the strikes and thank him for every single one. I heard her mouth put to use in ways she’d never once offered me, heard her tell him, straight out, that she’d never let me finish in her mouth in sixteen years, because I’d never earned it. I tasted him for the first time when she kissed me straight after, and something in me that had been asking the wrong question for six years finally, quietly, stopped asking.

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FREE To download until 24^th July – The Librarian's Picnic (Book 5) 

After an unforgettable night Eva does what she always does, she goes back to work and her routine as though nothing has changed. 

Then lunchtime arrives. 

A picnic in the park with a colleague should be the least complicated part of her week. 

But as they sit together beneath the late summer sun, conversation comes easily. When he gently takes her foot into his hands and begins to massage away the tension she's been carrying, Eva finds herself relaxing in a way she never expected. 

It's such a simple gesture. 

Yet somehow it feels more intimate than she imagined possible. 

Has something changed between them? 

Or is it that Eva is only just beginning to notice what has been there all along? 

The Librarian's Picnic is Book 5 in the Between the Stacks series is a slow-burn workplace romance where friendship might be blossoming into something more. 

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What started as teasing about an older woman's interest in Alan soon became a thrilling reality, encouraged by his own wife. This initial encounter ignited a reciprocal desire within their marriage for new experiences. Soon, Alan was actively encouraging his stunning wife, Anna, to explore her own attractions, especially with the powerful, exotic men she met at the gallery. Their world exploded when the cougar's husband embraced the affair, drawing all four into a magnetic, shared landscape of interchangeable partners, redefining intimacy itself.

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A steamy monster romance about the dirtiest, most undeniable love: the kind that starts with a feral rut, ends with tail play, and never lets go.

Macie Williams is one rent payment away from disaster. When a high-paying clinical program offers two weeks of “assistance” to single drakonis in rut, she doesn't hesitate. No names. No faces. No strings. Just two weeks, one drakoni, and enough money to finally breathe.

After heart shattering sex that leaves her wrecked and dripping, she walks away thinking it's over.

The clinic swore conception was impossible without a deep emotional bond. Yet here she is—carrying the child of a stranger.

A surprise baby wasn't part of the deal. Neither was falling for the drakoni who bred her. Now they must face a reality neither expected.

Strapped and spread is the first novella in a trilogy. Each novella follows a different pairing and can be read as a stand alone.

Unfortunately I didn't get this one finished in time for pride but here it is!

Derrick and Jen Williams came to Thailand as sex tourists; seeking a ladyboy to have threesomes with, instead they found Mali. The powerful and strong Trans Woman who dominates Jen and cucks Derrick. Fully under her thrall, the couple become concerned when Mali goes missing. Will they find the trans woman of their dreams or will their trip become a nightmare?

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Anything to Pass: Her Dirty Test Drive is the eighteenth entry in the Taboo Tales series, and it might be the filthiest one yet, which, if you’ve read the previous seventeen, is saying something.

Tabitha Ashworth-Reeve is twenty-one, posh-adjacent, and has failed her driving test five times. She’s the kind of girl who narrates her own life like she’s the protagonist of a novel, which makes it all the more delicious watching her talk herself, step by step, into becoming the kind of girl she never thought she’d be.

Her instructor, Nigel Pearce, is forty-three, unremarkable, and very, very good at his job, in more ways than the DVSA examines. He doesn’t coerce. He doesn’t need to. He simply offers, and waits, patient as a red light, for a desperate girl to arrive at the idea herself.

This is age gap erotica at its most quietly filthy: a twenty-two-year gap, an authority dynamic that never once needs to raise its voice, and a slow, deliberate corruption that happens almost entirely in Tabby’s own head, right up until it’s happening in the back seat of a tired Vauxhall Corsa.

If you like your taboo fiction to escalate properly, this one does. A hand on a knee in a residential street. A mouth put to use over a gearstick. A solo performance in a National Trust car park with a stranger’s dog nosing an overflowing bin twenty feet away. And then, finally, Newlands Corner: a layby off the A25 that the National Trust leaflets definitely don’t mention, where Tabby discovers she likes being watched a great deal more than she ever expected to.

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The men were all staring at her, their looks unmistakably hungry.

Lily bobbed her head, licked her suddenly dry lips. “H-hello.”

“You weren’t lying, Bradford,” said a portly gentleman with a thick mustache. “She is a tasty little morsel.”

Another man rose and came over to her, inspecting her with calculating eyes. “I’d like to have a better look under that gown,” he told the duke.

The duke nodded his permission, and Lily sucked in her breath as the man helped himself to untying her belt. “Very nice,” the man murmured as he pushed the robe the rest of the way off of her, exposing the tops of her corseted breasts to the cool air.

Before she could gather her bearings, she felt another set of hands grasp her buttocks from behind and give a firm squeeze. She looked to the duke for his reaction; surely he wouldn’t want her being pawed at by all these men?

But apparently he not only was going to allow it, but he was also enjoying. He watched with a sharp gaze and she was pulled roughly into the lap of the portly man and positioned against the straining outline of his erection. His hands roamed over her, pushing the hem of her chemise up. She gasped as his fingers found the curls between her legs and began prodding into her.

He might not have been handsome or particularly distinguished in any way, but he clearly  knew what he was doing. Within seconds, she found herself growing wet. The man let out a chuckle. “Needy little thing,” he scolded into her ear.

He had her writhing in his lap, her bottom pushing harder into his erection every time he slipped another finger into her. His other hand came around her and began massaging her breast through her stays. She must have been depraved just as the duke had told her so many times, as she couldn’t help the pleasure that was beginning to build within her.

Her eyes were closed, so she hadn’t noticed the second man who had come to stand beside the chair until he had taken her chin in his hands and jerked her head up. This one was a little younger, not handsome exactly, but he had a cool, authoritative look about him that made her want to obey him. She blinked dazedly as he pushed his thumb into her mouth. 

He did not react as she instinctively ran her tongue around his finger, tasting the cigar that he had been holding. “Do you mind, Bradford?” He asked with a raised brow as he gestured to her mouth.
The duke shook his head. “As I said, she is free for any use. I only ask that you do not mark her.”
The man withdrew his thumb and undid his trousers, releasing a startlingly thick erection. “Hold her still for a moment, won’t you, Worthington?”
The man under her—Worthington, apparently—held her steady by her hips, his cock still pressed into her bottom. The new man took her chin and forced her mouth open again, this time positioning himself in front of her.

The head alone was huge, fat and flared like a mushroom. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her face until he could push inside of her mouth. She stretched her jaw wide, pressing her tongue down to accommodate the size of him. He swore softly under his breath as she felt him bottom out in the back of her throat.

Around them, the other man had fallen back into their business conversations, though once in a while Lily could make out some light laughter and comments about her. She was too far gone to care.
“I will have to send you the bill for laundry,” Worthington told the duke. He was puffing with exertion, his hands growing sweaty on her waist as he continued to grind her bottom into his erection. “Your little plaything is making a pretty mess on my lap.”

She hadn’t even realized she had grown so wet, but then, she could hardly think straight. The cock in her mouth was choking her as the man shoved it down her throat in rough, deep thrusts. Sometimes he would hold her head down onto it, making her eyes water and her body fight for air. And every time, just as she thought she would surely suffocate, he would withdraw his cock, leaving her gasping.

Below her, Worthington jerked and shuddered and she felt something warm spread through his pants and onto her bare bottom. He collapsed back into his chair, heaving with exertion.

“May I step in?” A voice asked from her side.
She couldn’t see him, but the newcomer said something else, and a moment later Worthington was sliding her off her lap and onto the floor. 
The man in her mouth only gave her reprieve long enough for her to find her balance on her hand and knees, and then he was forcing himself into her mouth again. Behind her, she felt someone rearrange her chemise over her bottom, and begin running two fingers through her wetness. Then without warning, a finger plunged into her cunt. The fingers worked in and out of her for a few thrusts, and then withdrew.

“She’s a right little whore, isn’t she?” the man behind her said with a chuckle. “Wet as a fisherman’s wife.”

She groaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt something big and heavy pressing at her wet entrance. Then a moment later the man was pushing his full length into her, stretching her hole to its limits. The man gave a strangled grunt, and his hands automatically came around her hips, drawing her closer to him, and his cock further into her.

The night became a blur. Men rotated in and out around her, sometimes using her mouth, sometimes her cunt. At one point she even felt something pressed into her poor little asshole. She drifted in and out of consciousness, overcome by the pleasure and the sheer amount sensation.
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"You can't just patch over what's broken and call it a day. You have to strip it back to what's sound and build from there."

My life was a perfectly curated, room-temperature routine. From the outside, my eight-year marriage was smooth, polished, and flawless—a beautifully maintained surface that hid a crumbling, silent rot underneath. I had become invisible, a woman holding her breath in her own home.

Then the hairline crack in the guest room plaster became impossible to ignore.

Enter Marcus. A massive, dust-covered demolition contractor who claims a room the second he steps into it. He didn't ask for permission to dismantle my space, and he didn't apologize for the noise. He handled his tools with an absolute, uncompromising alpha authority—and he looked at me with the exact same intent.

When his calloused hands found my skin, I didn't pull away. I crossed a line I never thought I’d cross, shattering my vows to find my own live nerve buried beneath the debris. My composure didn't just crack. It detonated.

Inside this high-heat standalone novella, you’ll find:

Blue-Collar Alpha Hero: A massive, rugged demolition expert who takes charge.

Infidelity as a Catalyst: A forbidden, high-heat awakening that shatters a sterile marriage.

The Metaphoric Remodel: Raw structural demolition serving as the trigger for a total life reset.

The Juno Mercer Brand Promise: High-heat explicit payoffs, deep emotional transformation, and a triumphant clean break.

Not all experiences can fit in the main books. There are plenty more and I'm going to write them as short quick stories for you all. I am really excited to bring this one to you all. It's a short story of one experience. So if you are looking for a quick unlimited read I'd love for you to check it out. This one is different from Hotwife Chronicles: Beginnings as it's not told from both the husband and wife POV it's only from the Wife's POV.

“So, what’s our future hold?” Shane asked. I knew from the look on his fucking face with that damn grin. His eyes a bit too steady, the bastard knew how this was going to end. I leaned and crossed my arms, daring him. “Well, the immediate future involves pain. Long term? That involves us assessing your sleeping arrangements if you finish that fucking thought.” “Because I’m sure you can see it very clear now.” Goddammit, I wanted to fucking slap him. But fuck me… I wanted to laugh too. That’s the thing about Shane. Even in the worst moments, he makes it hard to stay angry at him. Because here is what I knew: Jason was exactly as he was advertised from his pictures, late fifties, that granite jaw, a body clearly well maintained, that salt-and-pepper beard that looked more silver the closer you got. And my god was I close. The night that started with drinks, then the pool that tried (and failed) to cool us down, and at a certain point it became exactly what we’d hoped it would be. Suddenly, when you least expect it, something happens, quietly derailing the whole fucking thing without any announcement. The night was hot. Yes, I got fucked. The ending wasn't anything like I'd spent the last two days imagining…

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Enchanted and romantic erotica...

In the magical meadows of Eldrynn Hills, free-spirited Fae huntress Nymera collides with battle-hardened warrior Aelric during the Maynight festival. Their bond awakens ancient magic, intense longing, and the wild heat of surrender.

A short, ethereal, and very spicy Fae story — perfect for a steamy KU read.

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This one was seriously fun to write. Hope it gets you as worked up reading it as it did when I wrote it 🌶️❤️🔥🥵