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Kade and Hunter Caruthers. Brothers. Twins. My cousins. In a way, they’re my family. Protective. Indulgent. My best friends. But there was something else there, too. That ever-present whisper that reminded me more as I got older that we didn’t actually share any blood. They used to be inseparable. We all were, but not anymore. I don’t know why Hunter left or why he joined a rival team in Weston—that Rebel town across the river—to stand on the opposite side of the field from his brother, but Kade is out for blood now and Hunter has finally decided to engage.

“Are you feeling sorry for yourself again?” a male voice teased, filtering into the room as the Dark Mage walked right past my wards. “Go away, Hendrik,” I growled. Hendrik stepped out of the shadows as he peeled off his coat. “I could use another session,” he said, grinning as he gave the offer to spar a double-meaning. “Last time was a mistake,” I snapped as I went back to the vampire stake I was working on. I sliced my dagger over the tip, sending a tendril of wood falling to the ground. “We’re just being influenced by the demon.”

Is there such as thing as too kinky? Twenty-three year-old Alice is stuck in a ho-hum marriage, bored with quickie vanilla sex. So she and her husband, Lewis, sign a contract with the notorious Hellfire Club in order to inject some spice into their love life. But things get dicey when Alice's most decadent fantasies are brought to life, and she begins to fear that they'll never be allowed to leave.

I’ve always had too many men in my life. My overbearing father. My domineering older brothers. My invasive nephews. The Trents and Caruthers run this town, and although I’ve never given them a reason to worry, they treat me like I’m made of glass. They’re wrong, though. At twenty-one, I finished college in record time, I own my own business, I pay taxes, I don’t party, and I’ve never broken a law. But I have one secret: I raced to grow up in case he ever came back home.

I was born to kill angels. Now I’d raze both Heaven and Hell to protect one. While mortals scratched their first words into clay tablets, I was already knee-deep in angel blood. I am Nephithar, Hell’s most feared general—the Devil’s own creation, forged in the heart of the abyss for one purpose: war. My name is a curse on angel tongues, my legend painted in divine gore. I take pleasure in battle, in the chaos of slaughter, in the soft rustle of angel feathers torn from broken wings—trophies I’ve hoarded like sacred relics. But then I saw them.

Everyone knows demons are evil. They're vicious monsters hungry for your blood, body and soul. All I knew was that I couldn't survive another day on the run. Betrayed by my coven, I teetered on the edge of ruin, caught in the crosshairs of the genocidal cult who murdered my family. But I had a crazy plan to save my life. Too bad it would probably cost me my soul. Out of time and out of options, I'm forced to summon a wicked demon for protection—a sin-soaked king with a devilish smirk and hunger in his glowing eyes.

Spermjackers From Hell by Christine Morgan. Narrated by Rain Corbyn. Cover art courtesy Enrique Meseguer.

Diego est à la tête des Savages of Hell, un gang de motards qui, dans l'ombre, œuvre pour le bien, pour la légalité. Lorsqu'une vague de disparitions s'abat sur la région, il sait que ses hommes et lui-même vont devoir sortir de l'ombre. Les risques : voir leur couverture s'effondrer, tout perdre, devoir affronter pour chacun d'eux leur passé. Le seul avantage : l'amour qui prend chacun d'eux au piège… sans exception.

Done with being the world's biggest pushover, Haley decides that things are going to change starting with the aggravating neighbor who has too much charm and not enough restraint. What she didn't expect was to be sucked into his world, but Haley has a game plan and she won't let herself forget just what the bad boy next door is capable of. The last thing Jason expected was for his little shy neighbor to go Rambo on him over some ruined flowers.

It took about two weeks into the pandemic lockdown before I went stark raving mad. In a bold attempt at a new skill, I decided to give baking a try. However, I took to the new venture like a fish to astrophysics and ended up with a battle demon in my kitchen. Figures. Will Kain The Destroyer end...

This is the seventh installment in the A Glimpse into Hell series. In this story, Seth punishes sexual predators, rapists, and sex traffickers in the most horrific way possible. And the entire gang is back, including Missy, Kenneth, Wyatt, Kyle, and even Barry.

The most important person in Matthew's life is God. That is, until he meets Xander. Now, his faith is tested and his innocence challenged by the lust he feels for his nihilistic and sadistic roommate. College is supposed to be a time of experimentation, but some experiments may go too far. When Xander locks him in a chastity device, Matthew begins to wonder if desire this intense can be controlled by mere faith.

Addison has had a hard life. Her mother is useless, and her father hasn't been in her life for years. When her mother dies, she's left with no money and an angry man after her. She goes to the only person she knows can take care of her right now - her father. She knows her father is the president of an MC club, but she doesn't quite realize just how much she will come to rely on that club.

Creatures of all kinds go to the Barista to find love, including the incubus known as Dante. Dante wants to find his soul mate—someone that won’t scream when they see his horns, his tail, and his…other thing. Thousands of years of seduction and power, and he still can’t fill the hole in his heart. When the Barista sets Dante up with a human named Peter, he realizes that he’s never wanted anyone else more. Peter is resistant, though, especially when it comes to the L word. Dante has his work cut out for him if he’s going to finally get his own little slice of hell.

Bree sees Hellfire as her permanent escape. A place where she can forget her old relationships and seek out new, temporary pleasures. Yet when she sees the woman of her dreams on the night of a big key party, Bree knows she must have her – even if for only tonight. Yet Amelia isn’t a woman who gives her heart as easily as she gives her body. Fresh from a heartbreaking divorce, she’s in Hellfire to get back in the dating game, convinced that a night of senseless fun with a stranger will erase her sadness.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe that I am doing this! I, I, I am not gay (he whispered)”. “Oh you silly man. That is a normal response. But wearing a woman's panties does not make a man gay.” Barry begins to slide her soft panties up his thighs, and pulls them up around his hips.

Sometimes the Hell you fear isn’t a place at all. Sometimes it’s the life you’re living. A life filled with darkness, isolation, guilt and remorse - for a sin you’re convinced you committed, yet can’t remember. On the surface, Angel Lawson is a poised, confident photographer and successful gallery owner. But underneath, she lives her days in constant fear of exposure, and her nights tormented by nightmares. She has spent years building impenetrable walls to keep the demons at bay. And then she meets the powerful, persistent billionaire, Ethan Wilde…the one man who sees past the barriers and bravado to her brokenness.

The first thing I’m warned about when I arrive at the girls’ home is to stay away from the abandoned graveyard. Local urban legend claims it’s host to a gate to Hell. Then I was dared… The legend is as real as the monsters I’ve summoned by activating the gate. Demons guard it, waiting for skeptical idiots like me to do the ritual. Three sinfully hot, dangerously powerful demons.

And at one point we decided it might be fun to do a novel together. Not by thinking it out and talking through it and, you know, collaborating in a serious artistic manner. Our method was simpler. One of us would write a chapter, and then the other would write a chapter to come after it, and back and forth, like that, until we had a book. It worked, and by God it was fun. The first of our efforts was A Girl Called Honey, and it started when I wrote a chapter and sent it to Don. And so on, and we stopped when we had a book and sent it to Henry Morrison.

Welcome to Hellfire, where there are only three rules. Consent is a must. Safety is paramount. No judgment of anyone or whatever the desire. Other than that? Prepare to give your soul to the Devil, because you’re in her playground now. Danica has suffered enough bad luck to last her the rest of her life. The only highlight is using up the last month of her short-lived Hellfire membership to blow off some steam in LA’s most exclusive adult club. Too bad she bumps into the woman who has absolutely wrecked her chances at stardom.