Showing results for "Alchemy" in Literature & Fiction

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

Do you absolutely need to see Max, Dex, and Darcy exchange vows? Want a front-row seat to the sexy chaos that ensues when Cal decides to raise money for the rainforests? Desperate for that spreader bar scene between Adam and Nat? Have you long harbored a suspicion that Anton's Terrible Twins will cause even more havoc as they get older?

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

Adam Wright may be a self-made billionaire, but he's also a beast. Most children grow up hating a storybook villain. Based on the injuries that man inflicted on my brother, I grew up hating a real one. When he sort of kidnaps me and drags me back to his fairytale mansion, it feels like yet another cliché antihero stunt. Here's the thing, though. Most villains don't weep real tears when they see you having a diabetic episode. They don't abandon their billion-pound empire so they can roll up their sleeves and pull your company back from the brink of bankruptcy.

In a world that demands we stay small, polite, and manageable, Forbidden Alchemy is an act of rebellion—a raw, unflinching exploration of the edges where shame transforms into power and taboo becomes sacred. Author Sharon Marie Scott invites you into the liminal spaces between pleasure and pain, surrender and sovereignty, the forbidden and the divine.

In femdom erotica, the women who dominate their submissive male or female counterparts are often portrayed as cold-hearted evil bitches that delight in physically and mentally tormenting those in their thrall. If such women existed in real life, they would likely be much hated and rightfully considered to be borderline or even full-blown narcissistic sociopaths. And yet, for an indeterminate number of femdom enthusiasts, this persona taps into their libido and provides a thrill like no other.

In this, the first of four installments, the young Dantian Raemus encounters evil for the first time, and must fight to overcome his own blinding lust for revenge to unlock his destiny and reach immortality. Set in the ancient, mystical land of Kharbenesh, Dantian and Anata, two young lovers, fight against the corrupt Magi, who use the power of fear, hatred and evil magic to exact their dominance over all the land.