In this “deeply original” (Elif Batuman) and “violently funny” (Myriam Gurba) story, a young lawyer finally confronts her dark past so she can live in a more peaceful future.To the outside observer, Vivian is a success story—a dedicated lawyer who advocates for mentally ill patients at a New York City psychiatric hospital. Privately, Vivian contends with the memories and aftereffects of her bad childhood—compounded by the everyday stresses of being a Black Latinx woman in America. She lives in a constant state of hypervigilant awareness that makes even a simple subway ride into a heart-pounding drama.For years, Vivian has self-medicated with a mix of dating, dieting, dark humor and smoking weed with her BFF, Jane. But after a family reunion prompts Vivian to take a bold step, she finds herself alone in new and terrifying ways, without even Jane to confide in, and she starts to unravel. Will she find a way to repair what matters most to her?A debut from a stunning talent, Post-traumatic is a new kind of survivor narrative, featuring a complex heroine who is blazingly, indelibly alive. With razor-sharp prose and mordant wit, Chantal V. Johnson performs an extraordinary feat, delivering a psychologically astute story about the aftermath of trauma that somehow manages to brim with warmth, laughter, and hope.

He’s a shy werewolf who makes custom sex toys.She’s a succubus cam girl with a craving for trouble.What starts as lust turns into something messier, sweeter, and way too real.Calder lives a quiet life running WulfWerk, pouring silicone and watching his favorite cam girl, CrimsonTease, a red-skinned succubus with curls like ink and a mouth that should be illegal. When she uses a toy he secretly modeled after himself live on stream? He nearly howls.He never expects her to live down the hall.Lilix can taste lust through walls, but the mouthwatering wave coming from her building? It’s divine. She’s starving, running low on power, and when she bumps into the big, bashful werewolf who’s been secretly supplying her pleasure arsenal… she makes him an film with her, feed her power, and she’ll boost his business.What follows is pure sin, on camera and off camera. But between non-dates, candy fueled toy testing, and hallway makeouts, something real starts to take root.And neither of them is ready for it.Knot Just Friends is a filthy, sweet, monster smut novella full of kink, tail tricks, shy boy oral fixation, breast worship, and dirty-talking demons.HEA guaranteed. No angst. Just praise, knots, and love in unexpected places.

Love wasn’t something that I ever felt before. I knew how to love because I loved my Yaya more than life. I knew that I could love, because the baby I had grown within me and now held, I loved her more than I loved myself. As I watched this man sleep peacefully beside me, one arm around me, keeping me close, I knew that I loved him. I knew that I could see forever with him, and I knew that he would kill any and everything moving when it came to protecting me.

Love wasn’t something that I ever felt before. I knew how to love because I loved my Yaya more than life. I knew that I could love, because the baby I had grown within me and now held, I loved her more than I loved myself. As I watched this man sleep peacefully beside me, one arm around me, keeping me close, I knew that I loved him. I knew that I could see forever with him, and I knew that he would kill any and everything moving when it came to protecting me.

I came home and ended up with two enemies because of the women I choose to love. Kendra was the one I thought I loved, but the feeling I felt when I looked into Alaia’s eyes told me that I had never experienced love with Kendra. When I looked into my Joy’s eyes, I wanted to give her the stars, moons, and the sky wrapped up with a big fat ass bow. So, for her, I would go to war to make sure Tweety had no parts in touching her ever again. My son’s life was touched because of a man that didn’t understand that I’m at the top. Now, I’m about to touch every person he has ever loved until my hands are wrapped around his throat. For my seeds, I will shed blood.

I came home and ended up with two enemies because of the women I choose to love. Kendra was the one I thought I loved, but the feeling I felt when I looked into Alaia’s eyes told me that I had never experienced love with Kendra. When I looked into my Joy’s eyes, I wanted to give her the stars, moons, and the sky wrapped up with a big fat ass bow. So, for her, I would go to war to make sure Tweety had no parts in touching her ever again. My son’s life was touched because of a man that didn’t understand that I’m at the top. Now, I’m about to touch every person he has ever loved until my hands are wrapped around his throat. For my seeds, I will shed blood.