TobyMaybe I have an overactive imagination, but the hot guy next door totally gives off serial killer vibes. Why else would he know how long it takes to bleed out from a wound? Yeah, ok, so I asked, but it was research. Being an author definitely makes for some odd questions (someone had better clear my browser history when I die, that’s all I’m saying). It’s not like I’m stalking my hot neighbor or anything—there’s nothing wrong with watching him out my window. Although I might have my own stalker (and not the cute harmless kind), which is kind of terrifying. Even if he isn’t a serial killer, maybe my seriously sexy neighbor whose eyes seem to glow red (a trick of the light, I’m sure) can help me out.DexterHow do you tell your cute neighbor that cutting off fingers probably won’t cause a victim to bleed out? I don’t know if trying out Toby’s writing ideas is a good method of flirting, but there’s just something about him that calls to my hellhound. He’s adorable, awkward, and all kinds of clueless. He brings out my protective instincts, and I find myself wanting to please him, even if that means figuring out some of the answers to his rather bloodthirsty questions. When I find out Toby might actually be in danger, nothing will stop my hellhound from protecting him. He’s mine, even if he doesn’t know it, and I’ll tear apart anyone who even thinks of hurting him. Socially awkward writer and serial killer(ish) hellhound fall in love; talking about dismemberment totally counts as flirting, right?; there’s death and maiming, but only of really bad people; Dex would literally burn the world down for those he cares about; Toby is adorably clueless; hellhounds have tails, and they know how to use them.

Drew is the head bodyguard of a mafia family. He's also the resident lover of the head of said family, Alistair. He thinks he knows everything there is to know about the sprawling mansion in which he lives, but he comes to realize that there's a whole room that no one has ever shown him, that no one ever talks about. Of course, Drew gets curious. How could he not? It only follows that he would try to unearth the secret being kept from him. He may come to learn, however, that some secrets are best left hidden. This short erotic story features tentacles and many, many other kinks.

When Gids steps into a mysterious bakery, the last thing he expects is for the baker to bread him… with a “bread stick” too large for human consumption. 19k, HEA (Stockholm’d, like the rest) Warnings: Noncon, forced breeding, straight victim, bread peen, prostate massage, wall smut, bondage, bread insertion, frosting-jizz, oven-fucking (see: bread peen), brief bottle-neck insertion (no, it doesn’t break), frosting-jizz on food, terrible baking puns, somno (1 short scene), snowballing, lactation (brief), weird birthing scene Banned from Amazon and Smashwords, but available on Anna Wineheart's website shop and Payhip.