Lee Antona’s life has gone from bad to worse. It was one thing to be captured by space pirates and sold into slavery to the Dresht. It was quite another to discover that his slavery was of the sexual nature—and that his purpose was to be a vessel for the eggs of his new Dresht owners, Eral and Ronet. The kicker is that they’re convinced that he likes it. No, that he needs it—needs the bondage that they’ve forced on him and their unwanted, invasive touches. Lee knows he needs to escape. Eral and Ronet aren’t hurting him exactly. In fact they dote on him, are generous with praise, and seem dedicated to bringing Lee pleasure. But Lee can’t let himself be swayed. Not when what they want in exchange is Lee’s autonomy and the right to fill Lee to bursting whenever they desire. Forced has a 6 dove rating on the Dove Scale.

Lee Antona’s life has gone from bad to worse. It was one thing to be captured by space pirates and sold into slavery to the Dresht. It was quite another to discover that his slavery was of the sexual nature—and that his purpose was to be a vessel for the eggs of his new Dresht owners, Eral and Ronet. The kicker is that they’re convinced that he likes it. No, that he needs it—needs the bondage that they’ve forced on him and their unwanted, invasive touches. Lee knows he needs to escape. Eral and Ronet aren’t hurting him exactly. In fact they dote on him, are generous with praise, and seem dedicated to bringing Lee pleasure. But Lee can’t let himself be swayed. Not when what they want in exchange is Lee’s autonomy and the right to fill Lee to bursting whenever they desire. Forced has a 6 dove rating on the Dove Scale.

Billy doesn't care that they're getting a new Santa. As long as he's free to work on his toymaking machine - a marvelous meld of magic and science that will change the North Pole forever - he's happy. The Santas are all the same, anyway. Big bellied betas with white beards who like to laugh and be merry. What's to see? Nick is less than happy with his new assignment. He's the last person who should have been chosen to be Santa. He's stern, rough around the edges, and he likes to inflict pain more than he likes to make people laugh. He's an alpha, though and through, and he has no idea how he's supposed to fill his new role. The cute little elf from the experimentation room, however, he knows exactly what to do with... (This book features a domineering alpha forced into the role of Santa, a submissive elf named Billy, and a magic castle on the North Pole filled with magic. It contains romance, domination, leather kink, bondage and much more!) *** “What the hell was that?” Nick shouted, taking a wide stance and holding on to the wall for support. The little elf with him just sighed, not looking the least bit concerned. “That’s just Billy,” he said. “He works in the experimentation room. He must have tried turning on his toymaking machine again.” Nick straightened, a scowl twisting his features. He felt humiliated. The little elf with him had barely reacted to the loud noise, while Nick had startled like a cat seeing a snake. “He tried what?” Nick pulled himself up to his full height and scowled down on the blasé little elf. The poor creature seemed to realize he had made a mistake of some sort and shrank back. “We have an experimental department. They look into ways that we can make toys better or faster. Billy is one of the elves who works there. He’s been trying to build a machine powered by magic that can make toys, but he hasn’t gotten it to work yet. He warned everyone that he was going to turn it on today, so we were expecting the explosion.” When Nick just kept scowling, the elf continued. “It wasn’t dangerous! The room is shielded, and Billy knows not to turn his inventions on before he’s cleared the room. Nick crossed his arms and squared his shoulders. “And no one thought it would be a good idea to tell me that this was going to happen?” The little elf gulped. “I’m sorry… Billy announced it at dinner last night. I guess I just forgot that you might have wanted to know. Nick forced himself to relax. There was no point in scaring his new underling. “It’s fine. You may continue the tour, but I want this Billy sent up to my office after dinner. I think you were going to show me my living quarters?” The little elf swallowed and nodded, tripping over his feet as he moved down the hall. “Yes, sir. Right down the hallway here. Only you have access to these rooms, and the magic will let you set them up however you like.” “However I like?” Nick grinned deviously, and the little elf took a step back. Nick schooled his expression so he wouldn’t look quite so… devilish. “Yes, sir. However you like.” The poor little elf sounded like he wanted nothing more than to run away. “I can work with that,” Nick said, licking his lips. “All right, carry on. What’s next?” The elf looked at him. “Don’t you want to go inside?” Nick shook his head. “No. I’ll get it all set up tonight.

Billy doesn't care that they're getting a new Santa. As long as he's free to work on his toymaking machine - a marvelous meld of magic and science that will change the North Pole forever - he's happy. The Santas are all the same, anyway. Big bellied betas with white beards who like to laugh and be merry. What's to see? Nick is less than happy with his new assignment. He's the last person who should have been chosen to be Santa. He's stern, rough around the edges, and he likes to inflict pain more than he likes to make people laugh. He's an alpha, though and through, and he has no idea how he's supposed to fill his new role. The cute little elf from the experimentation room, however, he knows exactly what to do with... (This book features a domineering alpha forced into the role of Santa, a submissive elf named Billy, and a magic castle on the North Pole filled with magic. It contains romance, domination, leather kink, bondage and much more!) *** “What the hell was that?” Nick shouted, taking a wide stance and holding on to the wall for support. The little elf with him just sighed, not looking the least bit concerned. “That’s just Billy,” he said. “He works in the experimentation room. He must have tried turning on his toymaking machine again.” Nick straightened, a scowl twisting his features. He felt humiliated. The little elf with him had barely reacted to the loud noise, while Nick had startled like a cat seeing a snake. “He tried what?” Nick pulled himself up to his full height and scowled down on the blasé little elf. The poor creature seemed to realize he had made a mistake of some sort and shrank back. “We have an experimental department. They look into ways that we can make toys better or faster. Billy is one of the elves who works there. He’s been trying to build a machine powered by magic that can make toys, but he hasn’t gotten it to work yet. He warned everyone that he was going to turn it on today, so we were expecting the explosion.” When Nick just kept scowling, the elf continued. “It wasn’t dangerous! The room is shielded, and Billy knows not to turn his inventions on before he’s cleared the room. Nick crossed his arms and squared his shoulders. “And no one thought it would be a good idea to tell me that this was going to happen?” The little elf gulped. “I’m sorry… Billy announced it at dinner last night. I guess I just forgot that you might have wanted to know. Nick forced himself to relax. There was no point in scaring his new underling. “It’s fine. You may continue the tour, but I want this Billy sent up to my office after dinner. I think you were going to show me my living quarters?” The little elf swallowed and nodded, tripping over his feet as he moved down the hall. “Yes, sir. Right down the hallway here. Only you have access to these rooms, and the magic will let you set them up however you like.” “However I like?” Nick grinned deviously, and the little elf took a step back. Nick schooled his expression so he wouldn’t look quite so… devilish. “Yes, sir. However you like.” The poor little elf sounded like he wanted nothing more than to run away. “I can work with that,” Nick said, licking his lips. “All right, carry on. What’s next?” The elf looked at him. “Don’t you want to go inside?” Nick shook his head. “No. I’ll get it all set up tonight.

I work for Lucifer. Only, it’s not as cool and satanic as it sounds. The truth is, I’m an admin assistant who applied for a job that sounded kind of interesting and ended up working for the Community of Species Government. I’m the only human in the office, and basically I ride herd on a team of rambunctious shifters and demons. I also spend a lot of time avoiding Gideon Bailey, the demon I had a one-night stand with right before I took this job. He hates me, and I really want to avoid being murdered. But I’ve been offered a promotion that will mean working with him, so we’re both going to have to get over it. Plus, people are going missing. Pregnant people. And the word is that someone is dabbling in genetic experimentation. Putting a stop to that is more important than the sexual tension Gideon and I have been ignoring… isn’t it?

I work for Lucifer. Only, it’s not as cool and satanic as it sounds. The truth is, I’m an admin assistant who applied for a job that sounded kind of interesting and ended up working for the Community of Species Government. I’m the only human in the office, and basically I ride herd on a team of rambunctious shifters and demons. I also spend a lot of time avoiding Gideon Bailey, the demon I had a one-night stand with right before I took this job. He hates me, and I really want to avoid being murdered. But I’ve been offered a promotion that will mean working with him, so we’re both going to have to get over it. Plus, people are going missing. Pregnant people. And the word is that someone is dabbling in genetic experimentation. Putting a stop to that is more important than the sexual tension Gideon and I have been ignoring… isn’t it?