Eris Adderly

Bill Marshall might as well have been the Devil. Christina Lee Dodd needs Friday off work. Needs. She's up to her eyeballs in problems. One of those problems is her boss, Bill Marshall. And Bill Marshall is an a**hole. The offer he makes is textbook inappropriate. An HR nightmare. But is it wrong for her to accept? Is it wrong for her to like it? Bass-Ackwards is a filthy wrong-way romance where two human beings make more mistakes than you can shake a stick at.

“I can have whatever I want. I own you.” Qillian Wehr is the last of his kind. A bloodline of unspeakable power. To the Imbrian government, he is a weapon. A last resort in their age-old war with Rhyolus. His leaders want insurance. They want an heir. They need a genetic match. And now, they’ve found her. Exotic. Stunning. Lethal. Rushkah Ekhayl would murder Qillian in his sleep if she got the chance. She’s Rhyolusian. She is his enemy. The Last Dominant is a scorching enemies-to-lovers romance where a taste of treason unlocks desires of submission and control. For mature readers only. Publisher's Note: This steamy sci-fi thriller contains elements of power exchange.

Catch me, Darkness. Again and again. The life of a virgin goddess might suit Artemis or Athena, but Persephone, daughter of Zeus, wants no part of it. While the rest of the immortals cavort, she grows restless in the shadow of Olympos. Rules, rules. Always the rules. Her mother’s edict forbids her the company of any male god. She can’t speak to them, can’t look at them. Can’t even attend the Olympian feasts. As far as Demeter knows, her daughter remains a maiden. But Persephone leads a double life. She finds her affection elsewhere, and in plentiful supply. If only the sons of Man made her happy. If only she could put a name to this need she feels. It grows by the day, dark and unfulfilled. An eternity of enforced loneliness looms, and Persephone contemplates a drastic choice to escape it. Only one thing stands in her way. Hades. Where earthquakes rend hill and vale asunder, and the abyss yawns to devour falling screams, the black halls of the Underworld await. The Lord of the Dead follows only one set of his own. And he expects Persephone to obey. Eris Adderly draws you into a spectacular world of dark mythology, where legends bloom with sensual new life and the stories you thought you knew turn out to be just the beginning. This scorching hot romance takes the reader on a journey of discovery and submission, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts, and is intended for mature readers only.

Forgiveness won’t be enough. Father Kent will have to do penance the moment he gets back to the rectory for the images that flash through his head. The woman on her knees. The woman opening her mouth. Flame red hair dripping down the front of her rain-soaked shirt and onto the pew. But these are exactly the sort of images Serah wants haunting the young priest as he tries to work and pray. She will tempt him, and he will stumble. She will corrupt him, and he will fall. And if she does all these things just right, if she shatters David Kent’s vows into the perfect pattern of ruin, immortality will be hers. All she has to do is betray him. Note: This unholy journey through paranormal seduction includes graphic descriptions of sexual acts combined with religious material in a way some readers may find offensive. If blasphemous content is not for you, please turn away from this story and into the light.

Garrin Torres will never be Guild Master of his local Taurus Hall. They can send however many politely worded nomination letters they want. He has a piercing parlor to run and a quiet, comfortable life that took him years to build to his satisfaction. Any further disruptions can see themselves right out the door because he is Not. Having. It. And when—wait. He said, “Out the door.” Out. Who are these people coming in now? She’s pretty hot, but her partner is clearly angling for a five-finger discount. Does today look like Garrin’s first day to Goth Bonnie and Clyde, here? He said, “No disruptions.” Are the planets not listening?? … God, these two smell good.