LGBTQ2S+

I wasn’t looking for attachments. I certainly wasn’t looking to get drunkenly hitched to my coworker’s best friend, the very man I’ve been denying an attraction to for over a year.

Evie is trapped. Held captive by the vampiric Court of Night, she has experienced nothing but pain and terror for over a year. Treasured for her rare and delectable blood, Evie knows she will never see the outside of the dark estate that is her prison.

I have nothing. I feel nothing. Nobody cares about me and I crave to feel something. To be wanted. When life can't get any worse, it suddenly drops a hot Russian bad boy in front of me whose orbit I have been thrust into. He won't let me go. He annoys me. He thrills me....

Only two things matter to me in this shitty town: freestyle motocross and my best friend. They're my only escape from my father's fists, but one slip in junior high almost changed everything. I confessed a secret to a beautiful boy, and I've been punishing him—and myself—ever since

Being an Omega used to be the dream everyone wanted. Now it's a nightmare. Packs are a thing of the past, black market dealers kidnap Omegas off the street, and the ones that escape are little better than pawns for the government to control.

Creep is a standalone, M/M dark romance where a lonely biker with an unusual kink abducts the object of his forbidden desire and finds salvation in the boy who should’ve run.

Kissing my best friend was a stupid mistake. It earned me a few good hits to the face by his hulking boyfriend, Sebastian, and I can admit that I deserved that.

Trent and Gemma are happily married, but Gemma has forbidden taboo fantasies about inviting their hot and sexy personal trainer into their bed for a hot MMF menage. She doesn’t want the big, sexy hunk for herself....

This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I'm supposed to be at the top of my career. Untouchable. Worshiped. Finally proving to all the jerks in my life that I made it. I'm at the top. Then a video that shouldn't exist leaks and everything comes crashing down.

They call me Emo Barbie. And they're not far off, though I consider myself a little more alternative than that. I just so happen to do everything in six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick.