April Cross

She's a delicious treat, who's about to be devoured. It's just another shift at the diner—until I'm the lucky server chosen to work a private party. When the wealthy, older customer makes me an irresistible offer, I find myself saying yes to a celebration I know I'll never forget.Now I'm in for the ride of my life with not one, but two tempting, experienced men. They're eager to give me a taste of their world - one that will leave me breathless and begging for more.Sweeter Than Candy is a standalone scorching short story featuring two dominant older men, a younger woman's first time, and baby making talk during a night of unrestrained passion. It's a wild ride filled with sizzling heat, light power exchange, and a touch of romantic sweetness wrapped up in a filthy package.

As she vies for a date in a whimsical radio contest, she finds herself entangled in a seductive dance of dominance and desire.OliviaRunning away to Oregon, I thought I'd left everything behind--my controlling ex-fiancé, my unfulfilling law career, my old self. At 24, I was ready to rediscover what makes Olivia tick. I planned for solitude, for healing, not for Dalton. One look at him, the rugged, handsome veterinarian, and I'm ready to surrender, to explore desires I thought I'd never experience again. Dalton, with his commanding presence and experienced hands, ignites a fire in me. He's older, wiser, and completely out of my league. Then fate throws me a lifeline--a radio contest with Dalton as the prize. A date with him? It's a wild, reckless idea. But sometimes, to heal, you need a little bit of reckless. DaltonIn Hazy Cove, life's simple, predictable. That's how I like it. Then Olivia bursts into my clinic, a whirlwind of youth and vulnerability, challenging every rule I've set for myself. She's too young, too fresh, too... tempting. I'm pushing 40, and the last thing I need is to get tangled up with a girl who's just figuring out her path. But she's under my skin now, haunting my thoughts with images of her--sweet, submissive, calling me 'sir'. It should have been a one-off appointment, but fate's a tricky thing. Olivia’s entered a contest to win a date with me, and she's offering more than just dinner. She's offering a chance to teach her, to guide her. If I choose her, I might not be able to hold back from claiming everything she's willing to give.