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She decides what he's earned. He has to ask for it.Every night, William kneels at the foot of the bed and asks. Out loud, in his own words, no prompting. Savannah decides whether he's earned it. It starts with a safeword and a promise: lantern means stop, green means more. But trust is a hungry...

Seven nights. Seven strangers. Zero interest in slowing down. No Plot, Just Filth is exactly what it says — a collection of standalone erotic interludes with no buildup you don't want and no aftermath you didn't ask for. Whatever you're craving, one of these seven will scratch it.18+ only. Explicit content throughout. 1. Velvet Lotus: Three Queens, One Toy (MFFF) Bangkok's most exclusive club doesn't run on money — it runs on control. Lek, Mali, and Nok have a rule for every first-timer: you don't touch unless they say so.

Some invitations change your life. Others force you to confront the one you left behind.Lena built the Velvet Room from nothing—a sanctuary where secrets are protected, desires are explored, and no one asks questions they don't want answered.Then the man who helped build it walks back through...

Five encounters. No plot to get in the way.This collection isn't about slow burns or emotional arcs — it's wall-to-wall filth with monsters who know exactly what they want. A witch pulled apart between a siren and a shadow-demon. A lamia, an arachne, and a moth-woman who don't just share a...

Erica Slate doesn't do reckless. She plans weddings down to the minute, keeps her heart on lockdown, and has exactly zero patience for Logan Davis — the groom's insufferable, entirely-too-attractive brother who's been a thorn in her side since he showed up uninvited.Then a hurricane strands...

If you fell for the strange, tender premise of an impossible, handmade companion who upends one woman's ordinary life, Steeped is your next listen. He's spent five hundred years failing to fall in love in time. Every half-millennium, the curse gives Kaelan—son of Prometheus, thief of fire, punished long after his father—one day as something almost human. Twenty-four hours to make someone love him back, or he returns to being an object: a music box, a lantern, a coffeepot on someone's kitchen counter. Seven women. Seven failures. He's stopped expecting anyone to be the exception.

Five monsters. Five men who thought they knew what they wanted—until something older, stranger, and far more possessive came to claim them. A minotaur who won't let a tribute go home. A gorgon who turns careful distance to stone. An orc who claims a scholar the old-fashioned way. An incubus who forgot he wasn't supposed to fall. A satyr waiting at the edge of a dying grove for someone worth staying for. Five standalone stories of claiming, courtship, and creatures who don't do anything halfway.

Some hungers can't be tamed. They shouldn't be. Six women and men wander somewhere they were never meant to go — a cave sealed in silk, a basement older than memory, a mountain claimed by something with claws, a grove that doesn't let go, a forest that's waited centuries, a manor that locks at...

Five dommy-mommy monsters. Five trespassers who refused to run. One finale where none of it stays separate. What the Monsters Kept is a collection of six standalone monster smut stories that feature powerful women and submissive men. from the author of What Monsters Keep. Contains explicit content. 18+ only.

Six women always felt like they came up short. The monsters are determined to prove them wrong. Full to Bursting is a six-story FF monster romance anthology about envy, abundance, and the particular ache of wanting a body—and a desire—you've spent your whole life told to shrink.

The forest does not give back what it takes. Cade enters the wood to settle a debt. He expects ruins, records, and a quick exit. Instead he finds a clearing that should not exist and roots that answer to something older than the trees. The entity that lives there has been alone for a very long time. It does not know how to hold another being without growing into them. The first night the roots take Cade’s ankles. By the fourth night they are inside him.

The Minotaur's Tribute. Some tributes are given. This one might choose to stay. Every three years, the village sends someone into the dark. Everyone knows they don't come back. Kaes doesn't expect mercy when the gate shuts behind him. He expects horns, a landslide of a voice, and bones past the third turn. What he doesn't expect is restraint—a creature who paces him instead of hunting him, who holds himself together with visible, brutal effort every time fear gets too close.

A steamy enemies-to-lovers werewolf romance featuring forced proximity, a possessive alpha, and a hunter who finally finds something worth not killing. HFN. He had her in his sights. He couldn't pull the trigger. Kestrel Ashwood has spent eighteen months becoming a hunter—training her body, sharpening her aim, and burying her grief under a single purpose: kill the wolf that tore out her brother's throat.

Dmitri has spent his whole life being more than his last name — or at least, trying to convince everyone, including himself, that he already is. When his family's scandal finally breaks into public view, there's no hiding behind money or charm this time. Everyone wants to talk about the Orlov name. No one's asking about him.

He was ordered to kill me if the treaty failed. Instead, he took two arrows meant for my chest. I crossed into orc territory to save a treaty everyone else had already given up on, armed with nothing but strange languages and a court that wouldn't miss me if I didn't come back. What I didn't expect was Krugash: war-captain, executioner-in-waiting, and the only man in either territory who ever looked at me like I was worth protecting instead of using.

Eleven years ago, a dragon killed my grandmother and vanished into legend. I've hunted her ghost across three provinces ever since. I finally found her—and she isn't who I was looking for. Sable is older, sharper, and utterly unbothered by the blade I put to her throat. She's also the last confirmed dragon left breathing, and she let herself be caught on purpose. Now the guild that trained me is closing in on both of us, and I have a choice: finish the hunt I built my whole life around, or burn that life down for a woman who was never the one who took everything from me.

One cup of coffee. One dangerous question. One life about to unravel. Adam's future is already mapped out: finish his dissertation, marry his fiancée, and settle into the life everyone expects him to want. Then he meets Elodie. The sharp-tongued barista sees through his carefully ordered routine with unsettling ease, asking the one question he's spent years avoiding. What begins as stolen conversations over coffee soon ignites into a forbidden affair that pulls Adam into a hidden world of luxury, temptation, and dangerous desires. Behind an unmarked door, pleasure is only the beginning.

Viktor has always known exactly what he owes—six years of quiet, unquestioning loyalty to the woman who gave him a place to belong. When a voice from the life he left behind resurfaces, calling in a debt older than anything he's built since, Viktor has to choose between the past that shaped him and the present he's only just learned how to want. Lena won't ask him to choose. That's exactly the problem.

Mara didn't mean to go under. She just meant to sit at the edge of the water one more night, the way she had every night since March, and let the cold remind her she was still breathing. She didn't expect the water to answer back. What pulls her down isn't a current — it's something old, vast, and achingly patient, a creature the town only half-jokes about warning newcomers away from. He doesn't want her dead. He wants her kept, and the longer she spends in his cave beneath the tide, the less she wants to be anywhere else.

The club kept one rule above all others: what's shared in the room is never a weapon. Now someone's breaking it — and he has years of leverage on all of them. Elodie, Adam, Lena, Viktor, and Dmitri thought the hardest secrets were already behind them. Then the calls start — each one aimed at a different vulnerability, each one signed with the same quiet threat: expose yourselves, or Julian Cross will do it for you. Lena knows exactly who he is.