I was just supposed to be helping my father settle his debt, work out a payment plan, set things right.
Little did I know that cold, calculating, dangerous Byron St. James didn’t want his money back. Oh, no. He wanted me as payment…
I haven’t been home for Thanksgiving in six years. A couple days before I leave to head home, I am informed that my brother’s best friend, and also my huge, obnoxious adolescent crush, will be there as well.
So among a shaky work situation, a newfound potato chip addiction, and the usual stress of heading home for the holidays, I have a sudden urge to prove that I was no longer the mumbling, bumbling girl in Hogwarts robes and her nose in a book.
Not that anything was going to happen between us. Those hopes had died around the time I headed off to college.
Lyra was determined to have a classic, good old-fashioned, traditional Christmas this year complete with snow, gingerbread houses, lights, and wrapped presents. Even if that meant she had to have it completely on her own.
And that was the plan as she drove out of the City and up into the steep hills of Vermont toward some secluded cabins where she could have what was totally not going to be a depressing head-in-the-oven-Christmas-For-One.
She never quite made it to the cabins. And, along the way, found that while a Christmas alone wasn’t all that great, a Christmas for two, yeah, that was pretty amazing…
* This is a short, sweet, insta-lust, insta-love story with a ton of sweet moments and a lot of steam. Very explicit sexual content.
I was raised to always be sure of three things: always put money in your savings account; never rely on a man; and know that no matter what, you can always come home.
Had I maybe heeded the ingenious advice of the former two, I wouldn’t be suffering the humiliation of the latter.
And it was humiliating. Not just because I had to go home at twenty-seven years old, but because I had to go home to my small town and tell them that I had been proposed to and dumped within twenty-four hours by a man I had been with for five years.
I had no idea at the time, though, that going home to lick my wounds and reevaluate my life would also lead me right into the hands of a man I never could have expected…
* A new stand-alone dark romance from bestselling author Jessica Gadziala. *
I’m a bad guy.
I do bad things.
But I do them for the right reasons.
That’s why I can sleep easy at night even with the smell of fresh blood still in my nostrils.
One more scumbag off the streets.
One more righting of a wrong.
That was all my life was about.
Until I came across her…
An underground fight club.
A woman who shouldn’t have been there.
And the man who owns it.
Ross Ward is bound by the chains of his past he never could seem to shake, leaving him living in darkness, detached from the world around him, and an obsessive workaholic with really only one rule: mind your own business.
Until one night, there was Adalind Hollis – scared, confused, in need of help. And for the first time, he couldn’t convince himself to walk away, to mind his own business.
Even after she was getting the care she needed, he couldn’t seem to make himself stay away. But keeping her close meant he would eventually have to let her in, would have to offer over the horrors of his past, and hope she could accept it.
But even if she would embrace his past, could she accept his plan to exact brutal, bloody vengeance against the man who hurt her?
There are a few things I don’t believe in. Like Santa. An honest politician. And gut instincts.
That was, of course, until I woke up with one.
And I knew.
This was the day I was going to die.
The cops, thus far, have proven useless and uninterested in my issues. When you couldn’t get help from legal channels, what other choice did you have but to look elsewhere?
That was how I came across Quinton Baird.
Whatever the hell that was.
All I knew was, I had a problem that needed fixing.
Hopefully, before it killed me.
There were a few things I could put my faith to rest in. My team. People f*cking up, and needing my help. And my gut.
So when my receptionist informed me that the woman in a case I decided wasn’t my kind of job was having a ‘gut feeling’ about being in desperate need of help, yeah, I dragged my a** across town to check things out.
Not only did I not bank on the fact that she was in trouble beyond what I could have anticipated, but she was not what I was expecting either. Beautiful, resilient, and one hell of a distraction I didn’t need.
As the pieces of her case start falling together, I was left wondering if maybe this new, unfamiliar sensation in my gut was telling me that Aven was much more than just another name on a case file…
What you have all been asking for!
5 short Christmas stories.
Where we revisit couples of the past.
Reign & Summer.
Cash & Lo.
Wolf & Janie.
Breaker & Alex.
Paine & Elsie.
** This is not a standalone, and must be read after you have read the five main books mentioned above **
– The Dom –
I’m not broken, tortured, or scarred, some cliched, overdone and sensationalized misconception about this lifestyle… and the men in it who control their submissives with a strong hand.
I’m just a Dom. Just a man who gets off on a woman who entrusts me with her submission. Just a man who loves to be able to show them all the ways the gift of their trust can bring them untold, never-before-experienced layers of pleasure.
Just play. Just sex.
Until I came across her.
She’s everything a Dom as experienced as I am shouldn’t want – new to the lifestyle, unsure, untrained. It should never have gone beyond those first few exchanges online. But there was something about her, something that kept me texting, calling, teaching her to trust me enough to meet with me.
After one touch, one taste, one night, I knew there was no going back. She was mine. And I was going to show her everything she had been craving from a man all her life.
I guess I just had no idea – or at least didn’t want to admit to myself – that this was different, she was different, we were different. And once I got to have her, I wanted to keep her.
You know… if I could convince her to stay…
– ADLEY –
It was just a drunken decision.
I woke up after a night of a little – okay, a lot – of ‘Thirty is just a number’ drinking to find that drunk-me had decided to do something that sober-me would never have had the guts to do, no matter how much I wanted it.
I had joined a D/s dating site.
And I was totally, absolutely going to delete my account and move on with my life. A life where I had secretly been craving a hand strong enough to take the control I held onto so tightly away from me.
Except I had a message.
I could never have anticipated the pull I felt toward him, how strong the need within me would be to feel him show me all the things I had been wanting, but denying myself.
I didn’t know it could feel like it did, that it could consume me, that it could make me crave not only his touch, but him.
It was dangerous territory, slowing falling for a man who made it clear that what was between us was casual. He wouldn’t even tell me his real name. And as things started to get more intense – both physically and emotionally – I had to start to debate whether the pleasure he gave me was worth staying for if it leads to a heartbreak I was sure I wasn’t prepared for…