Jade West

In a single moment, she becomes my obsession.... Elaine Constantine will be mine. And her destruction is only my beginning. I’ve known all my life that the Constantines deserved to be wiped from the face of the earth, only a smoking crater left where their mansion once stood. That’s my plan until I see her, the woman in gold with the sinful curves and the blonde curls. My will to dominate her runs as deep as the hate I have for her last name. No matter how beautifully she bends beneath my hands, I'll leave her shattered, a broken toy for her cruel family. Content Warning: This book is intended for listeners ages 18 years old and over. It contains material that some readers might find disturbing. Enter at your own risk...

Sixty days of total submission. No safe words. No limits. No holds barred. Sixty days of your body being used and abused and pushed to extremes. Then you were free to go, no further dues, thanks and goodbye. And your bank balance looked seriously healthy for the experience. I should never have been tempted. Not for a second. I should never have even thought about putting myself up for sale for sixty days, not after hearing the brutal tales of what happens to you. But I had to. My sister desperately needed the money. Needed Me. Needed more than I could ever give her. I’d just never have guessed in a million years that soon enough I’d be needing him. The beautiful stranger. The dangerous monster. The guy who’d be responsible for my pleasure and pain and everything between for sixty days straight. And the man who’d want my very soul along with my body. No holds barred doesn’t even come close to his requirements. But I’m willing to give him everything. First full-length novel in a trilogy.

A filthy proposition. Too much money to say no. One dirty night in a stranger's bed. While my husband watches. It should’ve been a dream. A new life on the coast, running a beautiful country hotel with my husband. It should have been everything I’d ever wanted. Worth every scrap of investment. A hotel business we’d sunken every single penny we owned into, only to find out there was a big chain rival opening just a stone’s throw away. Slowly, day by day, the dream became a nightmare. Bills. So many bills. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning. No way out in sight. Until there was him. The man at the bar. The man with a proposition we should never have considered in a thousand years … Me. Him. One long night where I’m subject to his every fantasy. While my husband watches.

I want him to be my first. I want him to be the one. I want him to be my everything. I didn’t expect to spend my eighteenth birthday stranded in the pouring rain with no way to make it home. I didn’t expect to be rescued from the worst night of my life by the most amazing man I’d ever seen. His name is Nick, and he says he wants to take care of me, says he’ll look after me, says I don’t need to be alone anymore. He treats me like a princess, like the fragile little girl he saved from the cold. But I like him… I like him like that. I’ve never liked anyone like that before… And it’s weird, this thing we have… It’s like I can’t decide how we’re supposed to be… what we are… Until he says the words… Call me Daddy.

A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did. A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. And now he’s coming for me. Rough. Dirty. Dangerous. It’s supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget. He’ll make me his and I’ll pretend I don’t want him to. I’ll run and he’ll chase. Because I asked him for this. I begged him for this. Tonight, in the darkness, he’s the hunter. And I’m the bait.

I’ve known my daddy’s boss since I was nothing more than a little girl staring up at him with big wide eyes in my parents’ backyard. I’ve known my daddy’s boss as a powerful, smart, amazing millionaire businessman for as long as I can remember. And now I’m older. Old enough to take a summer job of my own alongside him, as his assistant. His good girl assistant. Old enough to learn from him, listen to him, and try my best to make him smile. Old enough that I now want my daddy’s boss so much it hurts. It’s only when I start to catch the way he looks at me right back that the little flutter in my tummy tickles harder. Moves lower. Turns naughtier. Because Mr Lindon isn’t quite the man I thought he was. Not even close. It turns out that Mr Lindon isn’t just my daddy’s boss. He’s my daddy’s dirty boss… And now he’s the boss of me too.

Hello, stranger… When your eyes land on a complete stranger on the train, and the world around you stops. When the stranger says hello, and your heart stops, too. When the universe answers your prayers and he’s there, next day, on the train. A man so powerful - brooding with darkness and secrets. I knew there was going to be more. I wanted more. When the stranger is reading one of your favourite novels, and you’re reading one of his. When you’re in such a flutter that you drop your treasured bookmark, and the stranger returns it next day. When you think the universe can’t be any kinder, but it truly delivers the jackpot of all jackpots and two opposite worlds collide, as though it was meant to be. Only it could never be so easy, could it? Goodbye stranger… Hello, Dr Hall. When fate turns to love, And love turns to pain, Hope is the saviour, To live through the rain.

He was the man who destroyed me. The monster who left me in pieces over a decade ago. I swore I'd never speak to him again, that I'd never set eyes on him again as long as I lived. But I was wrong. When life gets too much and you need to escape, the poison that might kill you becomes oh so tempting. I craved his perverted ways, his smirk, his laughter as he pushed my body way past its limits. I needed a release from the crazy. Just once. Just one night. That’s what I told myself. No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his flesh on mine. The lasting hit of his poisonous touch. But when poison runs through your veins, the way he runs through mine, it’s toxic and eats you alive. This much passion always comes at a price... **This is a typically edgy Jade West novel. Please proceed with caution.**

Ella, a desperate, newly single goth girl with a mountain of debt, would do anything to see her parents this Christmas… the problem is, her parents live on the other side of the world.So, when she’s granted access to The Naughty List – a marketplace for dirty proposals from rich strangers – she opts to take everything and anything she can get.She thinks she’s a good player, getting five-star reviews like a good girl and climbing the ranks – until she stumbles onto The Naughty List’s most daring group of all…The Hardcorers.Players who will fulfil any proposal clients ask them to, just so long as the price is right.Can Ella be one? Can she really climb The Naughty List right the way to the top of the tree?The idea gets even more thrilling when she meets Weston… the hottest Hardcorer of them all.As it turns out, maybe it’s not just money that Ella’s truly desperate for this Christmas…Author’s This spicy, Christmas, full-length standalone novel is jam packed full to the brim of dirty Christmas presents for you. Please proceed with caution. Believe me, this isn’t just about kisses under the mistletoe!

They call him Masque. I call him God. The man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me. Yet I've never seen his face. His body ripples like an adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves. He plays hard. He plays rough. He has no limits. He's so fucking dirty bad wrong. But I love him for it. *** Lydia Marsh is always the strong one. The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. She's got it all - the perfect little life in cosy suburbia, with her perfectly nice boyfriend, and their perfectly sufficient sex life. She's even got her perfect little career plan all wrapped up at Trial Run Software Group. But when it all falls apart, and Lydia's pretty, green eyes are fixed on a brutally sexual stranger - the man they call Masque - she comes to suspect that being strong isn't all it's cracked up to be. For now Lydia wants something she's never wanted before... And she wants Masque to give it to her. **Warning - this novel contains graphic sex, and hardcore elements of BDSM. There are scenes of violence (consensual) as well as sexual practices some readers may find offensive. If you aren't turned on by dirty bad wrong sex then please walk on by. Thank you.***

Lucian Morelli always takes what he wants. And now he’s taken me. The man who’s haunted my steps from the moment we met at the ball now controls my every move in his hideaway. His dark eyes miss nothing, and he seeks out all my weak spots. He uses his fingers, his wicked tongue, his sharp mind. Searching, testing, looking for the side of me I’ve hidden away for so long. He’s relentless in his pursuit of my secrets, but I manage to discover some of his own. I’m not the only one hiding, not the only one marred by my past. And when he sees me, truly sees me, for the first time in as long as I can remember—I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of this monster, my monster. I want him to hurt me, to break me, to put me back together, and above all, I want him to love me. A love as fiery as it is destructive, one that will scorch our families and maybe, just maybe, set us both free.

I’m an heiress with a broken past. It should have been the end for me, but now my mortal enemy has become my savior. He hides me away from the world as if he can save me. Lucian Morelli is a billionaire who doesn’t know how to feel anything. Except when he’s with me. Love between a Morelli and a Constantine will never survive. The war between both families turns into an inferno, consuming the entire city of Bishop’s Landing. The world is soaked in blood. No one is left standing, not even the couple who vowed their final breaths. I would sacrifice everything for the man I love, and I just may have to. RELENTLESS is the explosive finale of Jade West's Starcrossed Lovers trilogy set in the world of Midnight Dynasty.

They call him the puppet master. They say he’s dirty, dark and dangerous. And they’re right. He’s everything they say he is, and more. So much more. Alexander Henley has no idea I exist. No idea whatsoever how much I want him. But that’s all about to change. Because if there’s one thing I know about the puppet master, it’s that he pays well to pull women’s strings. And I’m going to be his next purchase.

It’s one thing knowing your ex-boyfriend is a bit of a player, but it’s another thing altogether to find out he’s pimping himself out to anyone who’ll pay good money for it. Not just himself, either. That would be far too regular for Darren Trent. Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just whoring himself out. Oh no. Darren Trent pimps himself out alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time. Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service. They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine. In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it. Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves a five-mechanic sandwich. They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know. I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago. I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village. And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself. And even if I did that, I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees. Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on. I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?

They say Callum Jackson's a savage. No home. No prospects. No self-restraint. He's red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me. But the rules don't allow for my dangerous games; they don't bend for my twisted desires. Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast. A beast I can't stop thinking about, can't stop wanting, can't stop hunting... ...I just pray to God this beast bites. Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up. Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she's even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year. It's looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep. She could do without a guy like him on her a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass. She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that's what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind. But the handbook doesn't know of her craving for hardcore submission. The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild. The handbook doesn't know shit... Warning - this book is exactly what it says on the tin. It's dirty, it's bad, and it's certainly savage. Although everything in this novel is entirely consensual, it may contain practices some readers may well find offensive. Please proceed with caution. Most certainly 18+

They tell me it’s unhealthy, just a stupid crush. They tell me it’s infatuation, and will never come to anything. Never mean anything. Because what would I know, right? I haven’t even finished school. I’m just a silly little girl. And no little girl should want the things I want from him. No little girl should have the thoughts I have… But they’re wrong. I really do love Mr Roberts. I love Mr Roberts because he’s the most amazing man, the most amazing artist, the most amazing teacher that could ever have existed. And what if… just what if Mr Roberts wants me, too? What if Mr Roberts really does want to Teach Me Dirty? (Please note that the heroine is 18 years old) For mature readers only.

It’s been three years since I set foot in Club Explicit, and three long years since I set eyes on Andy Morgan. He doesn’t want me here, doesn’t want to know me, doesn’t want to even hear my name. But I’m back on his doorstep, in his office, in his life… with a suitcase full of dirty bad secrets. Faye Devere is out to claim her old life back. Three years in Italy have come at a heavy price, and she’s running back to the only anchor she has left: her fifty-fifty share of Club Explicit, and the man she left to pick up her pieces. But Andy Morgan’s long over it. Long over her. Club Explicit is his baby now. His club, his rules, his way. Andy’s not a man who shares easily. And certainly not with the woman who upped and left without so much as a goodbye. When your battlefield is London’s horniest playground, and sex is the sole weapon left in your arsenal, it’s only a matter of time before the fight gets dirty… and the secrets get dirty bad. WARNING: As is always the case with Jade West novels, please proceed with caution. The book contains hardcore BDSM and sexual practices that may offend some readers. Please use your own discretion. Most definitely 18+ on

He calls me his dirty girl. He’s just a caller, a sex line client, an anonymous pervert like all the others. Except he isn’t. He’s under my skin… his voice, his laugh, his twisted fantasies. He wants to watch me with other men. Lots of other men. He wants me blindfolded and bound and taken by strangers until I’m a used-up mess. Then he wants to take me himself. I should hang up, report him to my supervisor. But I won’t. I can’t… … because I want him, too. Gemma Taylor was born to be a chatline operator. Her filthy mouth and a filthier imagination make her hot property on sex chat. The hours are great and the money’s even better. She’s onto a good thing; finding her feet in the big smoke of London with a couple of old school friends. Until he calls. The rules of chatline are clear: no personal information, no breaches of confidentiality, and absolutely no other forms of communication of any kind. So why is she giving him her number? Why the hell is she planning on blindfolding herself and leaving her door unlocked for him? Gemma Taylor’s in deep. And she’s about to get deeper. Much, much deeper. Warning - this book is exactly what it says on the tin. It's dirty, it's bad, and it's certainly full of strangers. Although everything in this novel is entirely consensual, it may contain practices some readers may well find offensive. Please proceed with caution. Most certainly 18+

Some bad girls need a firm hand to keep them in line. I’m bad enough to need two. Two older men who can teach me a lesson when I misbehave. Two hot bodies to keep me warm in bed at night. Two best friends who can learn to share a filthy-mouthed little brat like me. After all… dirty girls need very dirty daddies. *** Carrie Wells is nothing but trouble. She’s wild and difficult. Not worth anyone’s time. Carrie Wells is a beautiful little brat. She’s also a vulnerable young adult on my case list. She’s half my age and totally off limits. I’m breaking every rule in the book by giving her somewhere to stay when she’s out on the streets with nowhere to go. And I’m breaking every rule of friendship by holing her up in my best friend Jack’s house while he’s away on business. I thought life was difficult enough when I fell for the girl, but it gets a whole lot harder when Jack comes home early and finds a beautiful stranger causing chaos in his house. And a whole lot harder still when he falls for her too. He’s the one guy on this planet I’d share my last supper with. I’d share it gladly. I’m just not so sure how I feel about sharing Carrie Wells.

The final part of Jade West's Sixty Days trilogy. Follow Brandon and Paige through the final part of their intense, heart on the line romantic journey. The stakes are high, the risks are everything. Sixty Days have never meant so much... **A full length novel**

A sugar daddy website doesn’t seem a sound basis for an A1 life plan, but I’m a small town girl with big dreams, and there’s this one advert, this one crazy advert I can’t stop thinking about… Two hot guys seeking their Little Miss Right. Someone who can entertain them, amuse them, fit in with their corporate schedule. And sex. They want sex. Lots of sex. Bonus, right? One major dose of epic win. Of course, guys like Carl and Rick have their conditions. One being that they come together, or not at all. Hell, I can live with that. And there are no skeletons in their designer closet, none that I can find. Just two hot sugar daddies, with particular tastes, nothing to worry about. Until Carl and Rick spill the big one, the one that sends the girls running. A whole string of them before me, running to the hills without so much as a backward glance. Maybe I should run, too. Thanks but no thanks, see you around, guys, nice knowing you. But I’m already in way too deep for that. Warning – as with every other Jade West book, reader discretion is highly advised. This novel contains vivid depictions of MMF / MM relationships, and Jade’s characters, as always, have very filthy mouths. Mature readers only, please.

My sixty days begin here. The beautiful monster holds my body and soul in his brutal fingers. I’m his to use. His to dominate. His to command like a puppet on a stage for dirty eyes across the dark web. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t want to take every dark instruction from his lips and give him my everything. But I do. It should be about the money. About saving my sister from certain doom and bailing us both out of financial misery. It should be about forging a new life, a new world for the pair of us once my sixty days are served. But it’s not. Not anymore. It’s about him. Part 2 of the Sixty Days series