Alternate cover edition of ASIN B09BNYYRK7 Violet is a typical, down-on-her-luck millennial: mid-twenties, over-educated and drowning in debt, on the verge of moving into her parent’s basement. When a lifeline appears in the form of a very unconventional job in neighboring Cambric Creek, she has no choice but to grab at it with both hands. Morning Glory Milking Farm offers full-time hours, full benefits, and generous pay with no experience needed . . . there’s only one catch. The clientele is Grade A certified prime beef, with the manly, meaty endowments to match. Milking minotaurs isn’t something Violet ever considered as a career option, but she’s determined to turn the opportunity into a reversal of fortune. When a stern, deep-voiced client begins to specially request her for his milking sessions, maintaining her professionalism and keeping him out of her dreams is easier said than done. Violet is resolved to make a dent in her student loans and afford name-brand orange juice, and a one-sided crush on an out-of-her-league minotaur is not a part of her plan—unless her feelings aren’t so one-sided after all. Morning Glory Milking Farm is a short human/monster romance novel, featuring a high heat slow burn with a lot of heart, and a guaranteed HEA. CWs include: cock milking, non-human anatomy, size difference, and a lot of fluid. It is the first book in the Cambric Creek monster romance series, and can be read as a standalone.

There are many rules a priest can't break: A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God. I've always been good at following rules. Until she came. My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I'm twenty-nine years old. Six months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again. I am a priest and this is my confession. Priest is a standalone, full-length novel with an HEA.  For mature audiences only

Catherine Burgess is a bored woman that longs for the memory of her father, with whom she had an incestuous relationship. She spends all of her time in her attic, staring at her reflection in an old mirror and masturbating to various sordid fantasies. What she doesn't know is that she is being watched by a dark and sensual entity in the mirror that is intent on drawing her into its world and making her its own. Published in 1976, Through the Looking Glass is the film novelization of the erotic horror adult film of the same name. It was written by Eileen Lottman under the pseudonym of Molly Flute.

Feldar is a mighty Minotaur warrior, feared and respected amongst his people. But then he draws the ire of a vengeful Elven witch... and when one of her spells goes awry, he finds himself unexpectedly trapped in the body of the sultry seductress! Soon he is captured by another group of minotaur - his own people! But the fierce warriors fail to recognize their own, and soon Feldar is taken, bound and helpless, as a slave back to his own village! Now, publicly displayed for all the village to see, Feldar finds himself succumbing to the passions of the strange new body he inhabits. But just as he begins to lose himself to throes of lust while the monstrous creatures look on, a lone minotaur enters the cage, intent on claiming the "elf maiden" for a prize... The witch herself, now wearing Feldar's skin! --- The thing that wore Feldar’s shape crouched down beside its prone captive, wrapped a massive arm around the cowering form. The creature’s bovine scent washed over her as he pulled her in close, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “You nearly defeated me, Feldar.” The creature’s whisper was hot on her cheek. She looked up into his eyes, seeing at last a familiar mocking expression, one that had sat upon a very different brow just this morning atop a certain mountain pass… “The witch!” Feldar gasped. The minotaur smiled with a slight inclination of his head. “Salindara, I am called. Though here I am known as Feldar, it appears. The witch continued with a wry smirk. “I was so disoriented I nearly tumbled down that damned mountain. The other minotaur stumbled upon me and bound my wounds, taking me for one of their own. It took but a few simple spells to conjure up the appropriate memories and mannerisms to make the illusion complete.” “But why?” Feldar’s mind reeled. “What have you to gain from impersonating me?” “Why, my pet, I should think you would understand quite well. I plan to avenge myself upon you - for ruining my wares, slaying my men, and trying to kill me. And I assure you that the vengeance of a witch is much more severe than what even your savage people are accustomed to.” The minotaur leaned in close, his teeth bared in a wicked grin. “Now that I have you in my grasp, I won’t be letting you go so easily, my pet.” Suddenly Feldar was seized in the minotaur’s powerful grasp, her body hefted into the air with effortless ease. She flailed about, but Salindara’s hold only tightened around her. “I claim this one as my prize,” the minotaur called out, “though I may be persuaded to share her after I am finished!”

A young man discovers he is a werewolf! Connor had no idea he was a werewolf until he woke up. The world felt different. Every woman he meets notices the difference. On his date with his innocent girlfriend Nadra, the moon rises and everything changes. Connor becomes the wolf. As he prowls the woods, he catches the scent of Savannah, another werewolf. She can't help but submit to Connor's throbbing passion! Reverting to their human forms, Connor takes his new werewolf mate hard! Savannah loses her innocence and joins the werewolf's harem! Dalia, a succubus, prowls Connor's college, and she's not happy to have competition. Moonlit Passion is a 6700 word werewolf, shifter, supernatural, paranormal, harem, first time, MILF, succubus, oral erotica for the faint at heart!

The 2010 cult hit, remastered and re-released! For the past couple years Laurel’s been coasting, hiding in the backseat while her life drifts off course. Then one summer afternoon a tall, built bruiser named Flynn strides in and steers her straight into an infatuation she never saw coming. Flynn introduces Laurel to things she’s never imagined—to the violent but exciting realm of the underground boxing circuit, to rough sex and even rougher role-playing, and to an attraction she craves even as it intimidates her. As Flynn invites her deeper into his world and his life, Laurel has to make a choice—let fear keep her holed up where it’s safe, or take a chance and fight for the man who makes her feel more alive than she’d dreamed possible. Reader Advisory: This book contains consensual but intense rape role-playing scenes that some may find upsetting.

When Leonor died, she didn’t see a light. There were no angels, no pearly gates. She didn’t see anything at all, just a cold, dark void. But she did hear music… Leonor heard her music, the music she made with The Ravens, and she was glad it was waiting for her in the end. Until everything went eerily silent, and she was pulled from the afterlife and thrown into the life after. The life after death, the life after survival. The life without her band—the men who will always hold her heart—but that’s how it has to be. Because that music, their music is terrifying now, and it feels more like a jazz funeral trying to take her away for good. *Nevermore is a dark rockstar reverse harem romance where all members have relationships with the fmc as well as each other. Nevermore deals with themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please check the CW before reading. 18+*