Introduction
My wife's sexy best friend panted heavily in my private training room, her previous tough talk completely gone.
"Giving up already? We haven't even started." I grabbed her tiny waist, flipped her over, and pushed her back into the set. "Again. We're nowhere near done."
Chapter 1
My name is Tyler, and I'm a gold-medal personal trainer at a high-end gym in Los Angeles. I have the relentless energy of a Texas bull; even after burning off steam at the gym all day, I still clock out completely wired. My mind is usually fixated on rushing home, grabbing my wife's pale, gorgeous body, and letting loose.
Today, a Latina client in my private session was acting insanely provocative. While I was spotting her form, she kept sticking her ass out, intentionally rubbing against me.
"Coach Tyler, I've been working out for so long, but my glutes still aren't popping. You should feel them," she teased, grabbing my hand and pressing it against the tight curves of her Lululemon leggings.
This little slut needed a reality check. She was arching her back to the sky, practically begging for it. I delivered a firm smack to her ass. "Then keep working on your sets!"
Leaving her there with a thoroughly flustered and unsatisfied look on her face, my own fire had been thoroughly stoked.
The moment I walked through my front door, I heard the shower running. The thought of my wife Selena’s delicate, curvy body under the warm water made my blood boil. I stormed right into the bathroom, grabbed her from behind, and roughly squeezed her heavy breasts.
"Hurry up, baby, your husband can't wait!"
Thanks to my guidance, Selena had an amazing figure. After our tailored workouts, she was an absolute bombshell—a solid 36D chest and a perfectly round, lifted peach of an ass. But pulling her close today, something felt off. They felt way bigger—closer to a 36E. Did they inflate?
Before I could process it, a startled gasp echoed off the tiles.
"Mmm... let... let go..."
It wasn't exactly a scream. It was a panicked, sweet moan that trembled like a jolt of electricity. No matter how you spun it, I knew damn well that was not my wife's voice!
The gorgeous woman slowly turned her face toward me, looking at me with a mix of shock and smoldering grievance. "T-Tyler... you've got the wrong person..."
Her face—a classic American sweetheart look—was flushed deep crimson, either from the hot water or embarrassment, the red spreading all the way to the tips of her ears. She looked at me with her mouth slightly parted, the tip of a pink tongue darting out to wet her plump lips.
Glancing down, my large hands were firmly planted on completely forbidden territory.
It was Selena's best friend, Chloe. What the hell was she doing in my shower?
I stared at her. She stared back. Only her flickering, cerulean eyes were locked squarely on the bulging tent in my pants.
She didn't look like a woman who was horrified or insulted by being unexpectedly groped. In fact, her flushed face and obsessed gaze practically spelled out, squeeze harder.
My brain short-circuited. Without thinking, my hands squeezed her perfectly sculpted ass again. It was incredibly bouncy and supple—honestly, a better feel than Selena's.
Chloe shuddered violently, throwing her wet, blonde head back with a soft whimper, her entire body trembling like she’d been electrocuted. "Mmm... stop... stop touching..."
She looked like her knees were about to give out, so I instinctively stepped forward and caught her. She collapsed into my arms—warm, soft, and smelling heavily of expensive Victoria's Secret perfume. I slid one hand around her wasp waist, giving it a firm squeeze. With breasts this massive and an ass this perfectly shaped, how the hell was her waist this tiny?
That touch completely broke her. She melted against my chest like she had no bones left. Blood rushed straight to my head; I had the sudden, violent urge to pin her against the California-style bathroom tiles and take her right there.
Before that dangerous thought could materialize, Selena's voice echoed from down the hall. "Chloe, is everything okay?"
Fuck! Selena is home!
Panic zapped me out of the trance. I yanked the glass door open and slid out, bumping right into my wife. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Before Selena could ask questions, I hoisted her over my shoulder and played the offensive card. "Why the hell is Chloe at our house? I came in here expecting to have some fun in the shower with you!"
"She brought... mmm... wait..."
I didn't let her finish explaining. I threw her onto the master bed and silenced her with a kiss. Even though Selena was beautiful, the visual shock of Chloe in the shower was burning in my brain. After all, I could see my wife every day—I rarely got the chance to see her gorgeous best friend dripping wet. The memory of that tiny waist and round ass fueled me, and with a wild intensity, I drove Selena to the point of begging.
"Ah! Not so rough! Go take a shower first!"
"Someone's in there! I'm feeding you first!"
To be honest, I wanted to go back to the shower, but the situation didn't allow it.
Right as I hit my peak, I noticed a figure standing in the crack of the ajar bedroom door. Wrapped in a flimsy hotel towel that barely contained her heavy cleavage, her damp blonde hair sticking to her shoulders, was Chloe.
She was watching me completely dominate my wife, biting her knuckle in an expression of raw, unadulterated lust. I never realized this woman was secretly such a freak.
You want a show? I'll give you a damn show!
The thought made me completely feral. Selena's moans echoed through the house, and the blue eyes in the doorway burned hotter by the second.
Later, as we sat around eating delivery pizza, a flushed Chloe finally explained why she was over. "Tyler, I want to sign up for your VIP private training sessions. Can you fit me in?"
Last Chapters
You Might Like 😍
Alpha Nicholas's Little Mate
What? No—wait… oh Moon Goddess, no.
Please tell me you're joking, Lex.
But she's not. I can feel her excitement bubbling under my skin, while all I feel is dread.
We turn the corner, and the scent hits me like a punch to the chest—cinnamon and something impossibly warm. My eyes scan the room until they land on him. Tall. Commanding. Beautiful.
And then, just as quickly… he sees me.
His expression twists.
"Fuck no."
He turns—and runs.
My mate sees me and runs.
Bonnie has spent her entire life being broken down and abused by the people closest to her including her very own twin sister. Alongside her best friend Lilly who also lives a life of hell, they plan to run away while attending the biggest ball of the year while it's being hosted by another pack, only things don't quite go to plan leaving both girls feeling lost and unsure about their futures.
Alpha Nicholas is 28, mateless, and has no plans to change that. It's his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball this year and the last thing he expects is to find his mate. What he expects even less is for his mate to be 10 years younger than him and how his body reacts to her. While he tries to refuse to acknowledge that he has met his mate his world is turned upside down after guards catch two she-wolves running through his lands.
Once they are brought to him he finds himself once again facing his mate and discovers that she's hiding secrets that will make him want to kill more than one person.
Can he overcome his feelings towards having a mate and one that is so much younger than him? Will his mate want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both work on letting go of the past and moving forward together or will fate have different plans and keep them apart?
Goddess Of The Underworld
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl
His eyes darken, flicking to my mouth.
"It's wrong. Your brother would slit my throat for just standing this close. But tell me, little bird" his breath ghosts my skin, "are you trembling because you hate me… or because you've wanted this just as much as I have?"
Wren thought she'd buried the chaos of New Orleans for good—the clubs, the blood-soaked loyalties, the men who lived and died by their kuttes. Seattle gave her everything she ever wanted: freedom, love, a future.
But one betrayal shatters it all.
Dragged home by tragedy, Wren finds herself under the watchful eye of Ezra Jax—the Raven Reapers MC's vice president and her brother's best friend. He's infuriating, dangerous, and far too tempting for a man she should never touch.
And the deeper Wren is pulled back into his world, the more she realizes nothing about her past—or about Ezra—is what she believed.
In the chaos of gang wars, mounting debts, and old betrayals, he becomes the one constant. The more she fights him, the harder she falls. And the more he pushes her away, the more lethal his pull becomes.
Because in this world, love isn't sweet.
It's brutal. Bloody.
And it's bound to break them both.
When loyalty is everything and love can cost your life, will Wren risk her heart on the one man she was never meant to love?
A pack of their own
The mafia princess return
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
The Human Among Wolves
My stomach twisted, but he wasn’t finished.
"You're just a pathetic little human," Zayn said, his words deliberate, each one hitting like a slap. "Spreading your legs for the first guy who bothers to notice you."
Heat rushed to my face, burning with humiliation. My chest ached — not from his words alone, but from the sick realization that I had trusted him. That I had let myself believe he was different.
I was so, so stupid.
——————————————————
When eigteen-year-old Aurora Wells moves to a sleepy town with her parents, the last thing she expects is to be enrolled in a secret academy for werewolves.
Moonbound Academy is no ordinary school. It's here young Lycans, Betas and Alphas train in shifting, elemental magic, and ancient pack laws. But Aurora? She's just...human. a mistake. The new receptionist forgot to check her species - and now she's surrounded by predators who sense she doesn't belong.
Determined to stay under the radar, Aurora plans to survive the year unnoticed. But when she catches the attention of Zayn, a brooding and infuriatingly powerful Lycan prince, her life gets a lot more complicated. Zayn already has a mate. He already has enemies. And he definitely doesn't want anything to do with a clueless human.
But secrets run deeper than bloodlines at Moonbound. as Aurora unravels the truth about the academy - and herself - she begins to question everything she thought she knew.
Including the reason she was brought here at all.
Enemies will rise. Loyalties will shift. And the girl with no place in their world...might be the key to saving it.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
Invisible To Her Bully
The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.
My Vampire Professor
You ordered a skilled call boy for yourself to take your v-card
He was indeed skilled and crazy hot. You left cash and run away the next morning.
Later, you run into the "call boy" in your classroom and found he's in fact your new Professor
“You forgot your stuff”
He gave you a grocery bag in front of everyone with a poker face
"What...?"
It was the cash you left...and your bra













