Crea Reitan

My name is Ady. I’ve been running, hiding in the open, for as long as I can remember. My goal has always been to appear normal, mundane, so I was left alone. I had accomplished that for more than a decade but life was calling now. I was finishing my degree and facing what every person faces: life. Consequences. Responsibility. University had given me a taste of things I’d never had before. Stability. Friends to miss me if I stop showing up. The promise of a future I wasn’t sure I’d ever see. But it had also shown me what I didn’t have and likely wouldn’t ever get. Anonymity to live this life that I was preparing for. To have a job and an apartment. To keep my friends. To find someone to love me - to build a life with me. The week before graduation, I was handed a brochure at the career fair advertising something called ‘The Harem Project’ in which you can opt to tie into a family. A group of men. A group of women. A mix. Whatever you’re interested in. Through a series of tests and questions, I was given a tablet with a list of the harems that I would fit in with, based on our compatibility. That’s where I met the five gloriously gorgeous men of the House of Daemon. And my life has never been the same. Most days, I’m sure it's for the better. I thought I might actually get everything I never dreamed of wanting. But other days I was sure my death was going to be much quicker. Because the men - they’re not normal. And what’s been hunting me has now teamed up with what’s hunting them. They’re not human. But then, neither am I. **This is a story in which the female main character does not have to choose between love interests. Story contains violence, dark pasts, briefs glimpses of torture, and explicit sex scenes. Intended for mature audiences.

The best time to find yourself is before you hit rock bottom. My mom died when I was ten, taking my happy family life with her. And since my dad’s only useful enough to drain a bottle, I’ve learned to live with nothing, except the love and generosity of my best friends. My relationship with twins Damon and Declan has always been close. Too close according to what society has deemed appropriate between guy friends. But that’s never stopped our hugging and cuddling—in public or private. My best friends know I didn’t receive affection from home, so they never let me go without it. But at twenty-two, the guilt of taking handouts from my friends catches up with me. Filled with self-loathing, I decide it’s time to make a change. Determined to pay my own way, I accept a strange proposition from my former professor. Suddenly, I find myself with a sugar daddy, and a whole lot of questions I’m not sure how to process. The twins have always known they were gay—just like I’ve known I was straight. But now, I wonder if the love and affection I’ve always craved was for something else entirely. *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

Not only the net should be protected. Felton I’m a disappointment, a failure, a shit show. Every decision is wrong. None of my accomplishments are good enough. I don’t do anything right. This is what I’ve been told my entire life. For more than thirty years, no one knew. What the world sees is a lie. I do a good job of hiding it. Until I don’t. Ren Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment to realize you’re needed somewhere and in that moment, your entire life changes. Felton has so many broken pieces that he can barely breathe. But that’s okay. I’m going to show this man what love is. If he doesn’t have the capacity to protect himself, I’ll do it for him. The abuse ends now. *** This is a LGBTQIA+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

All it takes is just one look. Adak After a series of relationships where I’ve been made to feel inadequate because of my asexuality, I’ve made the sole focus of my life my coaching career. I love hockey - the chill of the ice, the fast paced, high stress game. I love the fans and the atmosphere. The energy. Now that I’m coaching in the NHL, I feel a sense of serenity and comfort with life. All that’s left is to get my team to The Stanley Cup. A series of unfortunate injuries has riddled the Bobcats into a serious funk. The frustration that my boys feel echoes through me and after one of the most horrible plays I’ve ever witnessed, I turn my back on the ice - only to catch his eyes. Suddenly, I know what I’ve been missing. In a sea of over 15,000 faces, I found the one I’ve been waiting my entire life for. There’s sadness in his eyes that’s only overcome with the fear behind it. Nothing will stop me from making Oren mine and giving him the life and love he deserves. Nothing. Oren My life is shit. I’m the pariah of my family for hell knows why. All I want is to get away. But I tried once - at nineteen, I ran and my father with his buddies on the police force dragged me home. I’ve since been dragged down into submission. But then I meet his eyes and everything inside me just… shifts. Adak takes a chance on me and I think that perhaps my father has finally met a wall he can’t barrel through to keep control. That is, until he starts blasting his hate everywhere. I wouldn’t blame Adak if he chooses to leave. This is his career on the line. His image and reputation. Am I worth it? *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

I lost everything in a freak accident. My entire family; everything I’d ever cared about - gone in an instant. Unable to bear the constant reminders and emptiness of my life, I moved across the country to dull the loss, hopefully falling into the anonymity of a large city where even an alpha could disappear. Starting over was never in my plans. All I wanted was to blend in and let life pass me by. Live in my modest studio apartment with my mindless job as an absentee owner of a popular juice bar downtown. I spent my days with headphones in as I worked through each machine at the gym, grabbing a juice from my cafe on the way home, and drowning myself in the solitude of my house. And then I met the only thing I’d never managed to obtain with my pack - an omega who made everything in me spark. And in the next breath, a shy beta who made my most basic instincts rear up and want to wrap her in my arms and give her the world. Try as I may, I can’t seem to run far enough away from either of them. Once we meet, something keeps pulling us back together at every corner. Just as I start to give in and wrap myself in their pack that consists of two other alphas, I find out that the freak accident that took my first pack from me wasn’t an accident at all. And now I’m being hunted by the murderers who intend to finish the job. This is a polyamorous story with content not suitable for those under 18 years of age due to graphic content.

I moved to Howling Cove to get out from under the oppressive thumbs of the alphas that run the city I grew up in. Although Howling Cove only has a population of 11,000, I thought I should be able to blend right in as any other basic beta might. I find an apartment with a quirky ghost that overlooks the cove the town was named for and a job at a souvenir shop that hypes up the haunting lore of the cove to tourists. Just as I’m finally feeling the freedom and peace I so desperately sought, I somehow catch the eye of the alpha pack. And although I think I can get away without much trouble and return to my anonymity, it's their omega that stops me in my tracks when he gives me those big brown eyes and insists that I join their pack. As I’m struggling to deny him, something is wrong at the cove. Something that’s ending in visitors coming out looking like they’ve been petrified, like vegetables, like something has broken their minds. Nobody can figure out what’s happening - but I think the ghost I live with might have some answers. This is a polyamorous story with content not suitable for those under 18 years of age due to graphic content.

Possessions. Toys. Breeders. That’s how omegas and betas are kept in the city of Chaingate. Alphas rule the city, owning the other designations as if they were play things instead of people. Alphas are raised cruel, bloodthirsty, and harsh. Alpha Nicolai tried to be like the others. He was accepted into one of the biggest alpha packs, one that owned twelve omegas. The alpha pack that ran the city. But try as he may, Nicolai couldn’t bring himself to possess an omega or mistreat a beta. Having reached his limit trying to live up to the expectations placed on him, Nicolai ran in the middle of the night, taking two omegas with him - the omega that claims his heart and the one his omega loves. He knows that it’ll be a life on the road for them but he vowed to keep them safe. To fight for their freedom. It wasn’t long before they saw that the rest of the world wasn’t like Chaingate. And neither were other alphas. But that doesn’t mean they’ve seen the last of the city they fled. Betas may disappear from Chaingate from time to time, but no one was going to look the other way when two omegas vanish in the night. *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

A touch so intimate, a kiss so deep… Egon Wolf is on a hockey scholarship but failing at everything else. Knowing he’s going to lose his ride if he doesn’t get his academic act together, he seeks out a tutor. Rakesh Aahnu is a dual major and dangerous when bored. What he enjoys more than anything is the challenge of making straight men fall for him before walking away. Just because he can. But both Egon and Rakesh are about to discover that life has a way of throwing you in the sin-bin when you least expect it. And when faced with an unfamiliar play? All you can do is shiver. *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

Every game begins with a good starting line. Ethan I’ve been secretly married for eight years. Why is it a secret? Because having an open marriage splashed all over headlines isn’t a good look. We’d constantly be under the spotlight; our lives and relationships judged. That’s not the kind of hockey player I want to be known for. Especially because we play for different teams. Although most of my relationships outside of my marriage are passing, I’ve been pining over my best friend and teammate for years. YEARS! Just as I decide that maybe it’s time to see where this leads, management throws an unexpected play in our faces. It might be over before it begins and I’m not sure what to do about it. Creed Since the day I was swapped to Buffalo, I’ve been in love with Ethan Wilder. He’s an intense player, breaking records every year. But he’s also fun, sweet, thoughtful, and gorgeous. He’s everyone’s perfect dream. When he tells me he wants to be more than friends, I almost jump him right there in the locker room. Things between us heat up quickly and I’ve never been happier. Everything is perfect. Except our starting line. We’ve been through four right wingmen in the last three seasons but no matter who management brings on board, they just don’t gel with me and Ethan. Now they’ve thrown us a trick play that I’m not sure we’re going to be able to work around - on the ice or off. It’s not just the starting line we need to worry about. In fact, this complication could put the entire team - and our new relationship - on ice. This is a LGBT+ (MMM) story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

The entire game can be determined by a lucky shot. PrettyInLace Even a gay athlete has an appearance to uphold. There are a handful out in every sport and while every trashy magazine wants to get the scoop on what the gays are up to, looking for a scandal and a way to ruin us, every one of us is constantly on our best behavior. Acting a certain way; dressing a certain way; speaking a certain way. If the world knew the real me, it’d shudder. Lace. Pearls. Dresses. Collars. All I want is to be someone’s pretty little doll that they dress up and tell me how pretty I am. I want to be loved for the real me; not the image I’m forced to show to the world just so I can keep my spot on the ice. The only place I find that escape is in an online role playing game where I can be the sexy femme mage and get my flirt on. Find the man of my dreams. And I do. He’s a big, hot druid ready to sweep me off my feet. Now if only I could find the courage to tell him who I am and trust that he won’t share it with the rest of the world. I’m not ready to end my career yet. DemiDefenseKip I’m known for my defensive plays. Aggressive. Precise. Quick. Strong. On the ice, I’m an icon that the world loves to put on a pedestal and worship. I’ve carefully cultivated everything about my public appearance to capitalize on my short career. Considering I’m a noted ‘queer athlete’ - a title that never strays too far from any article - I’m truly living a charmed life. What the world doesn’t know is that it’s not just my sexuality that makes having a relationship in the spotlight difficult. It’s also because I’m demisexual. Finding someone interested in me and not my jersey or bank balance has proven especially challenging. So how does someone with a recognizable face the world over find love? If you figure it out, let me know. *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

Always protect the heart of the ice. Max This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I’m supposed to be at the top of my career. Untouchable. Worshiped. Finally proving to all the jerks in my life that I made it. I’m at the top. Then a video that shouldn't exist leaks and everything comes crashing down. I’m about to lose it all and I can’t seem to get out of my own way. My agent banishes me to a place that technology can’t touch while he tries to salvage my career. I’m caught between rage and deep depression, lashing out at everyone and everything around me. I have myself to blame but right now, all I want is to drown in my misery. Even when something unexpected and good comes along, all I can do is push and push until I’m once more drowning all alone. Deryke I don’t know what’s come over me. Why does this disaster of a hockey player suddenly call to my heart and everything inside my body and mind? I mean, the world knows what’s in his pants and I’ve never been even slightly turned on by that! Why now? Why him? Even when he’s bratting so hard I want to break him, I can see that he acts the way he does because he’s hurting somewhere deep inside. He won’t let me in, but for some unknown reason, I can’t let Maximus Latham go. He needs me. He needs someone to believe in him and not disappear the minute he messes up. He needs someone to love him for him, not for being the hockey god he is. Except I’m not sure I can reach him in time before he self-destructs. But damned if I’m not going to try. *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

Alternate cover edition of ASIN B0D38G635D I will kill to keep him. Oakley It’s a new start - brand new school in a completely different state. For the first time, I now have the freedom to be unapologetically me. But as my luck would have it, I have shit taste in men. The first man to pay me a compliment has so many red flags, I think I’m in a storm. Life can’t get any worse… until he turns into a stalker. Then my stalker ends up brutally murdered, I walk blindly into a serial killer’s nest, and I catch the attention of a sociopath. Loren The moment I see Oakley walk into the cafe, I know he’s mine. I may be here to finish a job, but it’s impossible to concentrate on anything but him. My fascination quickly turns into an obsession, which might be fortunate for him because I think he’s trying to get himself killed. Which is fine; I’ll protect him. It doesn’t matter how many lives I have to end to make Oakley mine. *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

Everyone should learn how to handle a stick. Atty High school sweethearts, dream wedding, exotic honeymoon, white picket fence, two and a half kids… that’s the dream. My prescribed future. Except, I don’t want any of that. When me and my on/off girlfriend of fifteen years finally call it quits for good, I decide that I’m ready for a new beginning. I didn’t expect that new beginning to be a dude. Toby This man is perfect… he obeys like a marionette, lets me bend him and choke him until my heart's content. He lets me dress him up, breed him, and refuse his pleasure as if he were built specifically for my needs. But Atty isn’t who I thought he was and he’s struggling to find his new identity while I’m freefalling for him off the face of a cliff. I’m not used to needing a safety net in life so there’s a very real chance I’m going to hit the ground like a pancake. Is love always this tragic? *** This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

It starts with an unsolicited d!ck pic that led me to the @rgy where I met six glorious men for a night of my life. Don't worry, this doesn’t result in an accidental pregnancy. It’s a whole lot weirder than that. By the next afternoon, I found some odd marks on my body. They’re very obviously not bruises. It starts with a red line spiraling around my left ankle that kinda looks like a snake. And then a gray-blue star on my hip. By the time the fourth mark shows up, I realize that each one is where one of them men had held me while we… you know. I’m starting to feel like a freak show as they continue to cover my body as visible reminders of my salacious night. Now, I’m doing the unthinkable - tracking down my one night stand (all six of them) to figure out what the f*ck is going on. All I can say is I’m not prepared for the world I’ve been marked into. But at least the men are hot and hung.

I’ve been a prisoner in my own home for as long as I can remember. When both of my older siblings died at a young age, my parents became obsessive in protecting me, to keep me alive. I’m not allowed contact with anyone. I’ve attended every year of school remotely straight through university. My life changes drastically when I go for a yearly physical and the doctor becomes suspicious that my mother refuses to allow her twenty-four year old daughter an appointment in privacy. After calling security on my mother, the doctor hands me her tablet with a website called ‘The Harem Project’ pulled up. Since I’m not sure where to go at the end of the day, I agreed to go to The Harem Project’s facility with the doctor. I’m brought to a studio suite where I fantasize about living for the rest of my life - free of my parents’ hold. But then I meet the House of Aves through their software and am immediately in love. Afraid - terrified - I sign up for my own harem. My entire existence is turned upside down when I learn that they’re not human and yet, they’re worshiping me like a goddess. Not only that, but they’re in the beginning stages of overthrowing some otherworldly organization of murderers with a god complex, thinking they have the right to decide which species lives and which should become extinct. Just as I’m settling in, building a solid and amazing relationship with these four men, I’m abducted - kidnapped by my own parents. Now caged in my childhood bedroom, I’m praying to whatever gods there are that my men will find me. But the thing looking in my window at night with void black eyes is not one of my men. My name is Obry. And all I want is to go home to my men before the monster outside eats me or my parents smother me to death. This is a polyamorous story with content not suitable for those under 18 years of age due to graphic content.

Seren has five husbands and an eight-year-old son. She lives a pretty cozy life with her family. They have a large house, a wonderful live-in Nanny for their boy, and jobs that more than pay the bills, affording them some luxuries. Life seems to be headed down the right path… until their son announces he’d like to write to Santa. He creates an adorable video letter, but it isn’t Santa who responds. Apparently, their smart little man needs to work on arranging his letters in the proper order. Not only does Satan write back but he sends a whole slew of gifts, among them a hell hound and a demon horse - neither of which sit well with Seren’s wolf shifter husband.It isn’t until her paranormal psychologist husband comes home and tells them a man calling himself Satan has become a new patient that Seren decides something is certainly going to hit the fan before too long. In an avalanche of events, their pasts catch up with them in a hailstorm. They find themselves in Hell when angels attack, having decided that Satan has gotten too big for his britches. And when they fail in taking down Satan, they go calling on the families Satan has been experimenting on. Those that contain the blood of the devil – the Hellish Ones.It isn’t long before the angels have blown a hole into Seren’s house. Her family is next on their die list. But it isn’t just the angels they face. The horrifying pasts of two of her husbands make a house call as well. They’re in for one Hellish week!**This is a polyamorous whychoose book with content not suitable for those under eighteen due to graphic scenes and situations.

Mal knew when she entered Wonderland, it would be mad; she was not prepared for it to be toxic and running red with blood. Mal is a Fixer, a child raised and trained to “fix” broken fairy tales by an organization the Fixers refer to as DeadEnd. Because, once you enter a fairy tale, there’s no getting out. Mal has been assigned Wonderland. You know Wonderland, the place Alice visited as a child. Wonderland, with a Mad Hatter and a Cheshire Cat. Wonderland, who has consumed twenty-seven Fixers before Mal and has been dubbed “toxic” by the Operators of DeadEnd. But Wonderland needs to be fixed. It’s been toxic so long that every Wonderland story in the real world is being transformed into something entirely not child friendly. After training for eleven years and studying every re-telling of Lewis Carroll’s classic, Mal leaves the world behind and enters her very own dead-end fairy tale. Well… everything is certainly twisted. The people are broken; the Bloody Queens’ reign has thrown the world into turmoil and upset the balance; and the places are, quite frankly, mad. At least she found a few mostly sane, entirely gorgeous men to help her along the way. Help her re-write this fairy tale back to its original wonder. And perhaps help her build a life in Wonderland for when she succeeds - because she is determined to do what the other twenty-seven have not been able to. Everything seemed pretty straight forward, and going pretty smoothly, until she realized the fairy tale she’d been sent in to fix is actually infected by another… **This is a full-length, new adult, reverse harem, dark romance novel with a ‘why choose’ ending, meaning the main character gets a happily ever after with more than one man. It contains magic, demons, shifters, nonsense, explicit sex scenes, blood, murder. There are references to past emotional abuse. This is a MMFMM book with a STRONG focus on the woman (although there is some MM and MMF in here, too). This is book 1 of 4 in the series.

I’ve always been a part of the world of monsters. Storms thrive on the energy of other storms. In many ways, all monsters are perfect storms. That’s why they’re hunted. Content with a life of work and friends, I somehow find myself falling for the eleven gorgeous storms of House Igarashi. Settling in with them is natural, as if I’ve always been missing these pieces and suddenly I can take a breath of fresh hair. And then the Division of Silence threatens to take it all away. My name is Hadley. I am a lightning storm. If I lose even a single one of my men, I’m going to bring this world to its knees with blinding fury from the sky. This is a polyamorous story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

I was never a good child. My previous foster families – twelve, to be exact – said I was a menace. A terror. My teachers claim I am truly disturbed. My pediatricians said I suffered from an imbalance due to something my mother did during my gestation. My psychiatrists and counselors reported that I was a psychopath. The last are the ones that got it right. But you see, though I was probably born this way – my childhood is plenty of evidence to the affirmation of such a claim – I’ve changed over the years. I became obsessed with Xan when we were kids, the day she told my foster family that I would never hurt her. That she trusted me. Unwise of her, perhaps, for at that time, I was indifferent to her. Later I fell in love with her. Xan, Issy, and Wade. They were all mine. Issy and Wade had come around but Xan… she didn’t know. It didn’t change the fact that she was mine. It simply meant that I needed to get rid of the obstacle in my way. The real thing you ought to know is that, right now, I’m on a mission to burn everyone who has ever wrecked our girl. I don’t mean that figuratively. I’m going to light their sorry asses on fire and watched them die slow, agonizing deaths. I’m going to let their screams heal the wounds they inflicted on Xan and satisfy my need to punish anyone who’s ever hurt my girl. For her, we will burn them all. **This is a new adult, reverse harem, dark romance novel with a ‘why choose’ ending, meaning the main character gets a happily ever after with more than one man. It contains past emotional abuse, torture, molestation, explicit sex scenes, blood, murder. This is a MMFM book (there is some MM and MMF in here, too).

Fight or f*ck. That’s how the Eschats live.What started with unsolicited d!ck pics that led to an @rgy has resulted in the end of the world. While I’m happy in my new life with the seven Brothers of Eschat, living in their underground world of Manaalanian, there are questions left unanswered. Questions that require a lot of d!ck-in time to contemplate, make plans, and decide to put forth an effort to solve.But we don’t actually find the person responsible for setting the end in motion. He finds us. And he needs our help to set the world right because now there’s something else interfering in his endeavor to rebuild civilization by unaliving everything that is left.I said it before and I'll say it again; at least the men in this weird world are hot and hung. There are worse ways to spend my days. Like running from things that are set on killing me while my men fight for their very existence.This is a polyamorous story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

There is beauty in a perfect storm – even in its violent destruction. I’ve always been a part of the world of monsters. Storms thrive on the energy of other storms. In many ways, all monsters are perfect storms. That’s why they’re hunted. Content with a life of work and friends, I somehow find myself falling for the eleven gorgeous storms of House Igarashi. Settling in with them is natural, as if I’ve always been missing these pieces and suddenly I can take a breath of fresh hair. And then the Division of Silence threatens to take it all away. My name is Hadley. I am a lightning storm. If I lose even a single one of my men, I’m going to bring this world to its knees with blinding fury from the sky. This is a polyamorous story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.

Monsters were real. And they were evil. My husband had me convinced that we were ridding the world of those monsters. The horrors that prey on the innocent. The darkness that shouldn’t exist. But then I saw that the true monster was my husband, and I ran. I was brought to a safe house called The Harem Project. Here I found it in the five men of the House of Wyn. Five men who weren’t men at all. They threw a wrench in my contract but for some reason, I still agreed. I’m finally learning to be happy. Learning the truth of what’s living in the open if I were only to properly look. Learning the truth about ORKA and the kind of man my ex-husband is. Learning that sometimes it takes five men to make you whole. As it turned out, I didn’t run far enough. My ex found me and he wasn’t about to let me live. Now I’m in a cage with the promise of death looming over me. My name is Jennings. I’m human. And I’m praying to whatever is out there that my new husbands can find me before my ex feeds me to something ORKA has been torturing for years. I hear it screaming down the hall and I swear, I can already feel it sucking on my soul. This is a polyamorous story with content not suitable for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.