Ashley Amy

Sometimes, when we least expect it, the universe finally rewarded us with our deepest desires. Sadly, she also had a wicked sense of humor in how she delivered it. There I stood, minding my own business at a bank when the three robbers entered. Fright gripped me by the throat right before one of the men did, but that fright quickly dissipated into something…else?The fingers cinching off my airway only added to the forbidden touch of the arm around my waist. A man hadn’t touched me this forcibly in too long, if ever, and I liked to be manhandled in the bedroom. The dark romance books I read didn’t help dim my excitement either. Before my rational mind had any control, a moan slipped from my lips.Yes, I moaned.It was loud enough for everyone to hear, including the man who held me. They thought they were coming to collect their hostage for a ransom, but the bargain soon changed when I felt what my hum did to the man holding me against his… ‘ahem’.Trigger This book will include dark themes mostly in the bedroom--knife play, BDSM-- and kidnapping.

Being a mom was hard enough. Being a mom who tried to maintain five relationships was even harder. Don’t get me wrong, I loved every second of my time with my guys. Life just had an evil way of keeping us way from each other. We hadn’t been all together since the beginning of this harem thanks to work and school. My one Christmas wish was for us to have that opportunity again. Now, it was just time to see if the magic of the season would grant me it. Here’s to the holidays. What could possibly go wrong?

New editing The whole series has been edited and revised on August 10, 2023.Enjoy! The plot builds with each book as a puzzle for the reader to figure out. This book sets up everything to start unfolding. Book one is written in only Octavia’s perspective, but multiple point of views begin in book two. Book SummaryBeast or Man.Friend or Foe.Truth or Lie.Everything had a counterpart. Another side always revealed—like a coin—when we least expected it.Though, with these boys, I wasn’t sure if any light remained in them. Maybe once upon a time they had a tender side, but something snuffed it out.That traumatic thing never allowed mercy to lead their judgment. Kindness didn’t exist within them anymore. I wanted to know what it was.They were the most stunning kinds of men within the world’s standards, but I saw what the jaded eyes didn’t. Under their façade of beauty lie beasts of suffering.I noticed, so my bullies made me their target. They lashed their anger out on me. My pain excited them.I should’ve run. I should’ve been smarter than this. Yet, I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t let them win. With how messed up I was, part of me craved their cruelness, longed for their attention—even if it was only negative.Whether this mistake ended me or not, I’d never felt more alive. Now, it was just unraveling their secrets to help me win this sick and twisted game. Readers should be 18+ for explicit content. Trigger warnings for sexual and physical abuse in this series. Sexual situations happen outside the harem in this book.

Being a single mom isn’t easy. It’s not for the faint of heart, but it’s a life I’d never give up. Now, learning to date while being a single mom? It’s nearly impossible. Everything is online. I’ve been out of the game for nearly a decade, and the rules to dating have changed. What does this mean for me? What happens when I like more than one prospect? Well, I guess we’ll see how many misadventures I can get into by diving into the virtual world. Please note: This is a Reverse Harem

Ever think the universe was making a soap opera out of your life? No? I did. I knew three men that my heart once pitter-pattered over. They left, and I told myself those old feelings did too. Now, the damn cosmos decided I needed a reintroduction into their adult lives. They got a front row seat to see the woman who was failing at adulting. I had to let it happen right before their very eyes. And those feelings? They never truly went away. Note: This is a standalone book, but there will be more stories in the series for other characters that crossover.

It was almost like static below my skin, an itch I couldn’t reach. Many times, I tried to ignore the sensation or hide it from those around me. I often lost the battle to my lust as it demanded to be released, yearning for the satisfaction in my core that could only be reached by an orgasm. The problem within me began troubling everyone I bumped into. I was a freak, a whore. They’d rather cast stones than try to help. With one last Hail Mary, my foster mother took me to the one place rumored to save lost and broken souls like me. The Institute of Madness. Welcomed in, I wasn’t ready for the surprises around every corner. My body was unprepared for the new heights it would travel in order to cure me. The different ways they helped my overwhelming urges weren’t even the weirdest part. I’d chalk that up to the horns and tentacles I was exposed to when my mind was ready to accept the supernatural world. Even if none of it worked to save my life, I knew the momentary pleasures would be worth it while it lasted. WARNING: There’s some past traumas of sexual abuse and rape, but they are only mentioned not present day.

The gods abandoned us. Life was not like we once knew. They grew envious of our reliance on technology rather than prayer. In their haste to depart and forsake this world, they left us a parting preset, one that would surely end the human race. Now at the bottom of the barrel, women were scraping to get by. A disease had come. It wiped out majority of fertility in females, placing those who could bear children back to being the low man on the totem pole. Only seen as broodmares, we were reserved solely for the right to breed. Sold to more than one man, we were to become endowed to a house. Inside, we were subject to the demands of our men’s desires to keep the population rising. Once I hit puberty, I tested to be a prime specimen for their ruthless requirements. All of this because those with power wanted to prove how much control they still had. I spent several years in the academy, learning to be a docile female for their use. For no more worth than the uterus in my body, I had come of age to be marketed off to a house. The daft idea might not fare on my behalf, but it also offered a freedom from being treated like a porcelain doll in the school I was forced to attend. Filled with dread, I was about to find out what it was that made porcelain so fragile.