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Alpha’s Rejected Mate

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Blurb

On the night of her transition, Harper Shen is cruelly rejected and banished by her alpha, by her mate. Mateo Fox doesn’t want her, and he no longer wants her in his pack. For seven years, Harper has had no choice but to live with that rejection. She is part of a new pack now, and she has finally made a life for herself, and she is trying to forget the man who ruined her life.

Mateo was not going to mate with a young girl. Harper was too innocent and the pack would have eaten her alive. For the last seven years, he’d been visiting her new pack without her knowing, just so he could be closer, inhale her scent, and allow his wolf to know some semblance of peace.

This visit is different. On the way to Harper’s new pack, he picks up a scent and follows it to a human bar. That’s where he sees his mate for the first time in seven years. The smell of her, the beauty—she is not the young girl he rejected, but a woman.

Harper will not forgive. She will not give in to Mateo. He broke her heart, crushed her spirit, and now she has finally been able to make a life for herself. But she may not have a choice. The full moon is approaching and this is the first time she will be close to her real mate, and she has no idea what their wolves are going to do. She doesn’t know if she is going to be able to stop it.

Will she give into the mating? Will Mateo finally win her trust? Or are they doomed to fail?

Excerpt:

As part of his agreement with the pack who’d accepted his mate, Mateo had to do annual visits where he met with the alpha, they talked, and he found out exactly how Harper was doing. No one knew about the visits, not even Harper’s parents.

When he’d banished her, he knew it had been the right thing to do. Slowly, he had felt his wolf start to go crazy, and not only that, he had felt different about abandoning her. He’d talked with the alpha, and it was time for his annual visit when he got an update, and got to even inhale some of Harper’s clothing, to help the beast within him from breaking loose.

He’d gotten her scent on the way over.

The two men at his side, his closest allies, knew what he had to do and why he had to do it. Peter and Damon came to keep him from doing anything stupid. Harper was too damn young to be an alpha’s mate. He couldn’t put her at that kind of risk. Not now, not ever.

She wasn’t old enough or strong enough to deal with pack politics, and some of the females would hurt her. He had no choice but to protect her because she couldn’t look weak. He knew it had been a long time since a pack female was replaced by another stronger female, but he couldn’t allow anyone to go through with that.

Staring across the bar, he saw her, well, he saw the back of her head. She was standing with another woman, blonde, who within seconds led her onto the dance floor, and all too soon she was surrounded by other men and women.

There were a couple of men who’d gotten close to her. He felt the wolf within him start to rise, and it was Peter who grabbed his arm.

“We’re in human territory. You don’t want to run the risk of starting up some horrible rumors, Alpha,” Peter said.

“And we’re already gaining too much attention. We must leave.”

He couldn’t leave the bar, not without talking to Harper. Damn it, even though the scent of alcohol, sweat, sex, and plenty of other human aromas filled his senses, he could still smell Harper.

She was there, and it smelled warm, like cinnamon and apple, but stronger, with a touch of vanilla thrown into the mix. The only problem was, he smelled other men, and his wolf couldn’t handle it.

Breaking out of Peter’s hold, he moved through the crowd. The humans, clearly seeing a man on a mission, stepped out of his way. He broke through the crowd and finally got to look at Harper. The last seven years had aged her well. She no longer looked like a schoolgirl, and he wasn’t happy.

“Hey!” the woman with her gawked at him as he reached for Harper. No one made a move to stop him as he all but dragged her out of the bar.

At first, Harper didn’t react, but it was like she woke up from whatever trance was holding her, and as soon as they were out of sight of the humans, she began to attack. She dug her heels in and jerked her arm.

“Let go of me!” Harper’s strength surprised him, and he had no choice but to let her go or risk hurting her, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

He looked at her and watched as she pushed some hair off her face. Seconds later, the woman she was with, along with the rest of the pack, stood several feet away, but he knew they’d come to protect her.

“Leave,” Harper said.

“You’re not supposed to be here. None of you are,” Mateo said.

Peter and Damon were at his back, and he knew they’d react if he needed them to.

Harper chuckled. “You’re not their alpha. They don’t have to follow your orders.”

He took a step toward her. “I’m your alpha.”

Silence.

Harper glared at him, and then she took one step, followed by another until she stood almost toe-to-toe with him. “Guess again. You banished me, Mateo. You’re not my alpha. I don’t answer to you.”

He grabbed her arms, pulling her in close. He felt such urgency to press his face against her neck, to breathe her in, but he held himself back. His wolf just wanted to throw her to the ground and claim her right there and then, but he kept control. Like always, control was something he knew.

“You’re my mate.”

“No, I’m not. I’m your rejected mate. I’m not yours and I’m never going to be yours.”

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ISBN: 9780369510372

Nasty Alpha

No Wolves Road

Will he be able to fix what he has broken?

Blurb

No Wolves Road, 1

No Wolves Road is a human town constantly visited by different pack wolves. There is one rule—no conflict in town. For Eloise Richards, she refuses to become another notch on any wolf’s bedpost. She noticed how the wolves, men and women, come and use them. None of them want a human mate.

Beau only intended to help the young woman who didn’t like to be flirted with. Now he can’t get her out of his mind, and she seems to be everywhere he turns.

She has no intention of falling for the wolf with the reputation for being a nasty alpha, but one kiss, and all bets are off.

Beau knows he’s messed up when he discovers she’s a virgin. What was meant to be a quick fling, soon turns into much more.

Eloise doesn’t expect him to take the news of her pregnancy well, but when he accuses her of being with someone else, that hurts more than anything. She will never forgive him.

He messed up and this time, it might just cost him his woman and child. Beau knows he’s got to do something to make it right. But what can he do. Eloise won’t talk to him. She doesn’t want anything to do with him. How can he fix this?

Be Warned: anal sex

Excerpt:

Another full moon was coming soon and Beau knew he should stick to his ranch and not go anywhere near No Wolves Road. Nor should he follow the lemony scent he’d become so addicted to. But he just couldn’t help himself. It was like he was drawn to her scent.

His wolf certainly didn’t have a problem following her. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d taken that kiss. Every Monday, he’d been sure to be as far away from the kitchen as possible. He expected Rose to tell him that something happened and Eloise was no longer cooking for them. Food kept appearing and the meals were delicious.

In a strange way, Eloise had helped his pack as there was now no arguing around the dinner table about how much the food sucked. There was no competition between his men and women about who had the best food. This he did prefer.

That still didn’t give him the right to be at her house, in her backyard, and watching Eloise as she stood staring up at the night.

His wolf was long exhausted and for Beau, he was able to transform.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Eloise said.

He was in the shadows but her gaze was right on him.

“And you shouldn’t be out in the yard.”

“It’s a quiet night,” she said. “The stars are beautiful, and it’s getting cold. It won’t be long now before the first snowfall.”

She looked even more beautiful than he remembered. The smile on her lips was a temptation he just couldn’t deny himself.

He stepped out of the shadows and seeing as it was a full moon, he didn’t have a single item of clothing on.

“You’re naked,” she said.

“It’s the full moon.”

“And you’re not going to cover yourself up?”

“No.” He, like all other wolves, didn’t have a problem with nakedness. They were not like humans, who needed to stay modest.

Closing the distance between them, he stood in front of her, and Eloise tilted her head back, looking at him.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Words failed him.

Her blonde hair fell around her in waves and curls. At the same time, her eyes seemed to shine brighter, almost a deeper blue than he’d ever seen. She wore a sleeveless t-shirt top and shorts, but she had a wrap around her body.

“Your mom will be worried about you,” he said, looking toward the house.

“My mom and sister are not there. I’m alone.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.” He just couldn’t resist and reaching for her, he gripped the back of her neck, not too tightly, but just enough to draw her closer to him, and then he pressed his lips to hers. It was what he’d been missing these past few weeks. The feel of her lips on his.

He expected Eloise to push him away, to not want his kisses, but she accepted them, moaning his name, and as she did, he knew he couldn’t say no. Not to her kisses, not to this woman. He needed her, more than he needed to breathe.

Letting go of her neck, he ran his hands down her body, gripping her ass, and then, without any struggle at all, he lifted her up.

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ISBN: 9780369510136

Naughty and Nice

Blurb

Willow Storm is all alone. After her father passes away, he leaves her with the bar that he loved the most in life. She didn’t have a good relationship with her father. He was an asshole and a drunk, but with nothing holding her back, she packs up and returns to his bar.

She expects the place to be run down, but her father actually kept the bar in great working order. So, she intends to make it thrive. One Christmas Eve, as she is about to close for the night, a strange man in a leather cut shows up.

Rebel Constantine knew Willow would return, but he didn’t expect the curvy beauty she’d become. She’s feisty and full of attitude. He is going to possess her. He makes a vow that in one year, she is going to belong to him, and he is going to have her begging and screaming for him.

Willow intends to reject him. But for a whole year, Rebel is there and she cannot deny her attraction to him anymore.

The following Christmas, Willow falls into him. They will only have Christmas together and that is all. But will that ever be enough?

But it’s not just one time, it is lots of times, and Willow finds herself falling for her rough biker. She loves it when he is naughty and when he’s nice.

He has a club to get back to. There is no room in his life for her, or is there?

Excerpt:

Stepping around the bar, she grabbed the whiskey off the top shelf, glancing in the mirror to keep an eye on him, and then went to the bar and started to pour him a shot. She was rarely generous with the good stuff, but she had a feeling if she was sparse with him, he wouldn’t be happy.

“There you go.”

The guy she assumed was called Rebel didn’t sit, but put one of his hands flat on the counter, picked up the glass, and then knocked it back, giving out a little sigh of appreciation. Everyone else she had seen drink this had taken their time, or even winced at the spice as it burned their throat.

“Another.”

She did as she was asked, pouring him another drink. This time, he didn’t chug it back, but looked at her. Willow hoped she wasn’t blushing. It would be a nightmare if he thought she was embarrassed or had a crush, or was even attracted to him. She knew one of them to be true, but that was beside the point. He shouldn’t know the true answer.

As she folded her arms across her chest, Rebel chuckled.

“He said you had an attitude a mile long.”

“Who did?” Willow asked.

“Your dad.”

This made her pause. She had no idea her father even talked about her behind her back. Why would he talk about her? He’d been disappointed in her for a long time and didn’t even acknowledge her existence. That seemed to be her father’s trait—pretending she didn’t exist, so he didn’t have to deal with the fact his wife, her mother, had left them both.

The divorce papers had sent her father over the edge, and it had cemented their stalemate relationship.

“He shouldn’t have been talking about me,” she said. She moved away to go and do anything that involved her hands, and not talking to him.

“Why not?” Rebel asked. “You’re his daughter.”

“My father’s dead, so please enjoy your drink, because it’s nearly closing time.”

Rebel chuckled. “Sassy, I like it.”

Willow had heard enough. She didn’t want to think about the guilt that ate away at her each time she thought of her dad. There were so many times she wanted to come home, to make up for lost time, to try and make it work, but she always found some excuse not to work it, and now there was no chance of them ever mending bridges.

Her father was gone and was never coming back. She didn’t need this … biker, to remind her of that.

Rounding the bar, she made her way toward the door, and Rebel gave another little chuckle that set her nerves on end.

“Leave!”

Rebel threw back his whiskey and slapped the glass down on the bar. She thought the sheer force of it might shatter the glass, but it didn’t.

Rebel walked slowly toward her. Willow tried not to pay attention to the walk, or the way he looked at her. There was no disgust or any indication he was pissed off. She didn’t know how she had done it, but he actually looked entertained by her.

She was ready to kick his ass out, but Rebel took another step toward her. For some strange reason she didn’t feel afraid.

“You know, he said you had attitude, but he didn’t say anything about how fucking sexy you are.”

“He was my dad,” Willow said.

Did this man find her sexy? No, she shouldn’t care.

“True, and that kind of shit is messed up.” Rebel gave a groan of approval. “I’ll let you kick me out this time, but I promise you, Willow Storm, by next Christmas, you are going to be screaming my name and begging me for more.”

“Get lost, creep.”

Rebel gripped her waist and pulled her in close.

“Not a creep.” He slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her hard, taking her by surprise.

At first, she didn’t kiss him back, because she was a little shocked that he had taken a kiss and not asked permission first. This wasn’t a soft kiss—it was hard, firm, demanding, and Willow loved every second of it. She couldn’t help but kiss him back.

Rebel was the one to break the kiss first.

“And the name is Rebel Constantine. You better get used to it.”

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Age Gap Bad Boy Mafia New Release Standalone

Dance With The Devil

Blurb

Maria’s family were traitors. They planned to take over the mafia, kill the boss, and attempt to rule—all out of greed and a thirst for power. Maria discovered their plan and went straight to The Boss. She now has two choices, get married to any capo that would have her, or die.

She doesn’t want to die, but no one would ever want her. All of her life she’d been told she wasn’t good enough. She knows it is pointless, but she has to try.

Draven Esposito is a dangerous man. Many say he was born in hell and is the devil himself. He saw Maria many months ago. A young woman who tried to become nothing more than a piece of furniture. He cannot let her die. So he marries the young woman. Maria is now his.

There are secrets he cannot tell. Maria knows to be married to Draven will not be easy. The man is scary, but the most shocking thing of all, she doesn’t feel afraid when she’s with him. He has never harmed her, but he has warned her, she cannot get pregnant. If she does, he will not be part of that baby’s life.

What will happen when Maria figures out his secret? Will she be able to show him that he can trust her, or will he finally kill her?

Excerpt:

His bedroom was large and she tried not to look at the bed, as that was terrifying. She knew what was going to come next and she didn’t know if she was ready for that. When The Boss had given her the ultimatum, she had known sex would play a part, but the truth was, she expected death. Who would want a fat, ugly woman as a wife? That was what she’d been told she was.

She didn’t know what Draven’s game was, but it scared her. The not knowing was the worst.

After Calvin had showed her where the bathroom was, he’d left. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made her way into the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

There were no words of encouragement. He didn’t ask for her story. She didn’t know if she should be relieved or terrified because of that.

Maria forced herself to look at her reflection. She didn’t know what to make of what she saw. There was a bruise that covered the left side of her face. The slap had stung, but the punch had been worse. They had also landed a blow to her stomach, but after that, the guy had been stopped. She wasn’t supposed to be hurt. The Boss had apologized to her.

She had also seen the soldier killed in front of her. He’d not followed orders, and The Boss hadn’t been interested in anyone who couldn’t do as he was told.

Someone had died because they hurt her.

She lifted her fingers and touched her cheek. The Boss had warned her that people would want to hurt her. That even if she survived tonight, there would be those who’d try to harm her. Maria knew she wouldn’t make a lot of friends. Her family tried to kill The Boss and take over.

Removing Draven’s jacket, she placed it into the laundry basket and then removed her bra and panties. She turned away from her reflection and stepped into the shower. She turned it on and let out a gasp as the cold water washed over her body, shocking her.

Clenching her hands into fists, she counted to ten, and then twenty, in the hope of bringing some heat. She didn’t have to wait long for the shower to warm up. Once it was nice and hot, she stepped beneath the spray, tilted her head back, and tried not to moan at how good the shower felt. It had been a couple of days since she last had a nice, hot shower. This felt like a luxury to her. So lovely. So warm.

She looked for some soap. There were no female products, so she had no choice but to use the ones Draven had. She used his body wash first and she couldn’t quite detect the scent, but it was better than stinking. After washing her body, she used his shampoo and conditioner. Even if she died tonight, she would be clean.

Maria didn’t know how much patience Draven had. She didn’t know what he expected of her tonight, and rather than linger too long in the shower, she turned it off and climbed out. She wrapped a towel around her body, and another around her hair. It felt good to be clean.

She was in the process of drying her hair when she walked back into the bedroom to find Draven sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He lifted his gaze and stood. The man was tall, over six feet, and she was five foot five, and had no choice but to tilt her head back. A lot of people were taller than her. She was used to having to look up.

“Are you lying to me?” he asked.

“I don’t lie.”

“All women are liars.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to completely refute this, but she didn’t know who he hung out with. Besides, her own mother and sister were known liars. They had no problem with lying to get what they wanted. They were no longer alive. She had heard them beg for their lives, while she’d been taken away. Their screams for mercy had gone unheard, and as she was pushed into a car, she heard the gunshots. The death of her family. Maria had no guilt in doing what she’d done.

Draven got to his feet. “And if you lie to me about anything, you will die, Maria.”

“I’m not lying.” She’d never been with a man. She hadn’t even kissed a man until tonight.

Maria stayed perfectly still.

Draven didn’t move.

She didn’t want to make him angry, but something told her that if she cowered or whimpered, it wouldn’t do her any good. This man was the Devil. She wasn’t asking him for a dance, but she certainly wasn’t going to run away scared.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

She watched him go into the bathroom.

Staring at that large bed was terrifying. Did he want her naked? Covered with a towel?

Maria finished drying her hair, and then opted for the towel to stay on. She had a feeling he wouldn’t want to see her naked.

Once on the bed, she looked up, only to find her reflection staring back at her. The man had a mirror on the ceiling. Why would he have a mirror on the ceiling? Unless … did he want to see? Did he want her to see?

No, he had the mirror on the ceiling long before he saw her. This was not about her. He had the mirror for himself. For sexual purposes.

Maria tried to avoid looking at her own reflection, but it was hard. She had no choice but to look. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, the towel covered most of her body. Her legs were on show.

She heard the shower running. Other than the shower, there was no sound. Draven didn’t hum, didn’t sing, nor grunt. Just silence.

Why did he ask if she was a virgin? Even though she’d been considered ugly and fat and disgusting, she was still a daughter of a capo, and being a virgin was part of her value.

“It’s your only value, but no man will want to sleep with you.” Those were the words her mother said.

Her mother had never been the maternal type. She loved money, beauty, and power. According to her mother, she’d been a fat, ugly baby. They hadn’t wanted to throw a party to celebrate her birth, because she brought nothing but shame to the family.

Maria was used to hearing it all. The insults had often hurt, but growing up with them, she’d developed a thick skin, and now they no longer mattered to her. They were just words.

Looking at her reflection, she didn’t see a beautiful woman. No, a beautiful woman was her sister. She saw something ugly. Her blonde hair wasn’t light enough. Her blue eyes were dull and lifeless. Her red lips were oddly shaped and not right. Then of course, her body. She could go on for days about how bad her body was, reiterating everything her mother and sister would say.

Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help but tense up as she heard the shower turn off. Draven was finished. He’d be coming for her very soon.

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Age Gap Bad Boy New Release Sam Crescent Standalone Uncategorized

I Hate You

Standalone

Blurb

Faith Appleton doesn’t like Gabriel Finch.

He’s dangerous, scary, and getting involved with him would be the worst thing to do. When he knocks on her door late one night, he has an ultimatum. Her brother, who she is guardian of, is an addict. For drugs, he was willing to sell his sister and their home for anything he could get his hands on. To save her brother, she has to become Gabriel’s toy.

Gabriel is used to getting what he wants. From the moment he first met Faith, he wanted her, but he knew she would never fall for a man like him. He’s cold, hard, and knows only the harshness of life. To get what he wants, he is also willing to lie.

Her brother didn’t come to him offering up his sister. Nigel came to him for help. He wanted to get clean. So Gabriel will give him that, and in return, he is going to have Faith. She thinks it is just for one month. No, Gabriel has other plans. He wants to keep her, and the way to do that, get her pregnant.

Faith hates him. He’s a horrible person. A jerk. Mean. Vile. At least, that was what she first thought. Gabriel is never horrible to her. He is kind, considerate, sweet, charming, but she knows there is a deadly man inside. A man she couldn’t possibly fall in love with. He refused to wear a condom. She should hate him. But … she can’t hate him.

She has fallen in love with a man she had sworn to hate.

Excerpt:

“What’s happened?” she asked.

He’d not spoken a word. She didn’t know if this made her appear weak, but she really didn’t care. She needed him to answer her.

“How long has your brother been addicted to meth?” Gabriel asked.

Faith opened and closed her mouth, startled. She knew Nigel dabbled, and she hated how her thoughts even made it seem like she was okay with him taking drugs. She wasn’t. All she had ever wanted was the best for him, but now, that seemed almost impossible.

“I … no, he … no,” she said, pressing a hand to her stomach, and the other to her lips. What did she say? “Where is he?”

“Why do you want to know?” Gabriel asked.

“What do you mean, why do I want to know? He’s my brother.”

“Are you going to punish him? Smack him on the ass? Ground him?”

“He’s … nearly nineteen years old.” And she’d never smacked her brother.

“Exactly. He knows there’s no firm hand coming.” Gabriel looked around her sitting room.

She hadn’t put away the pictures of her parents, their family. She and Nigel hadn’t taken many in recent years. There was nothing new or exciting around her family home.

She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. “Do you know where Nigel is?”

“Yes,” Gabriel said.

His blue gaze turned to hers, and Faith felt frozen to the spot. She had blue eyes as well, but hers were not quite as sharp as Gabriel’s. This man had seen and done a lot of bad things.

Nibbling her lip, she waited for him to speak. This was bad. Everything was telling her that this was bad.

“I was at a card game tonight and your brother came in. He was a mess. Sweating, pale, he looked like he hadn’t eaten a decent meal in weeks. He stunk bad, but he was there to beg for money. Telling me he would give me anything I wanted. In fact, he turned his attention to the whole table of men and said he needed a loan.”

Faith couldn’t believe it. Her brother begging for money.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“I asked him what he would give me in return. He said there was this house. He could give us the deeds, and when none of us showed any interest, he said he had a sister who was still a virgin.”

“What?” Faith asked. She had the deeds for the house locked tight in a safe deposit box. When Nigel began to act irrationally, she had made arrangements so he couldn’t steal the deeds and take the house from her. Their parents had paid for the house and left each of them a small trust fund. Faith still had some of hers left, but Nigel had spent through his within weeks. It wasn’t a large amount of money, which is why Faith had always been cautious about spending hers. She’d wanted it to last.

Not only had he offered them the house, he’d offered them … her.

“You can’t be serious?” she asked.

“I’m very serious,” Gabriel said, taking a step toward her.

She refused to back down.

“Did you … refuse?” she asked.

“No.”

What the hell did that even mean?

“Where is he?”

Gabriel was right in front of her now. He made no move to touch her. “Nigel is in a safe place, but he will only remain in that place if you agree to my conditions.”

What was happening? Where was Nigel? What did he mean by safe?

“What conditions?” she asked.

He smiled. “For the next month, you agree to be mine. You don’t argue. You don’t fight. You are mine, and if you think to act dumb, then know, when I mean mine, I mean, you’re mine to fuck, to play with. Your body is my toy and I can use you any way I want.”

“And if I refuse?”

She knew, deep down, refusing wasn’t an option. If she refused, it would mean bad things for Nigel.

He smiled and it wasn’t a kind smile, it was deadly.

“Nigel has been a rather difficult boy, and he owes a lot of people money. If you refuse, it’s simple, I don’t pay his debts. I’ll let them take it out on him. I’m sure a pretty boy like him would earn a good living working the streets.”

Faith looked at him. “I hate you.”

“I don’t care. I told you it would come to this. I warned you. You’ve got until tomorrow to make your decision.”

ISBN: 9780369508546

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Age Gap Bad Boy Standalone

Cover Reveal and Pre-Order for: I Hate You

Post author By Author Sam Crescent
Post date July 10, 2023
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Pre-Order – Student Next Door

Post author By Author Sam Crescent
Post date November 8, 2022
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The Houses are Back, Release date: November 22nd, 2022

Series: Love Next Door

Blurb:

Teal Larson’s next-door neighbor is heavily inked, sexy, hot, and … her teacher. It’s so wrong to want him, but with her parents at war with each other and her suddenly failing her classes, she shouldn’t be watching her neighbor.

Jaxson Rebel prides himself on being professional. He’s never been tempted in the classroom, not until his curvy new student. She doesn’t even try, and he’s freaking smitten.

Her mother asks him to tutor her, and he agrees despite his feelings for her. When Teal is home alone while her parents work on their marriage, Jaxson has no choice but to take care of Teal. One thing leads to another, and even as he tries to stop it, there’s no denying this attraction.

They will keep it secret. But when Jaxson finds out about the cursed houses they live in, he doesn’t believe the rumor. Even still, he doesn’t want to live without her.

The cursed houses have struck again, but is this the end for the teacher and the student?

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Age Gap Mafia My Work New Release Standalone

The Butchers Wife

Blurb:

Valentina has been picked to be The Butcher’s wife—the most deadly man within the Rossi mafia. He’s exactly what men fear, and now she is set to be his wife. He could have any woman, but instead, he picked her. Why? She was passed over by Thomas Rossi’s son because she was broken and damaged.

Giovanni Romano is a monster. After his family was killed when he was young, he spent his entire life becoming a killing machine. He swore his loyalty to Rossi, and what he wants more than anything is Valentina. He saved her, and now he’ll allow her the chance to live and thrive.

Valentina never expected to fall for her husband. He’s terrifying and dangerous, but the moment she’s close to him, he sets a fire inside her. When she’s with him, she feels complete and never wants to be without him.

Now it is up to Giovanni to protect his wife when it matters most, or will he be doomed to lose the only woman he has ever loved?

Excerpt:

Since he’d picked her, he’d not had the opportunity to be alone with her. Their traditions had to remain in place. As did her virginity—until tonight.

He wanted to fuck her. To fill her full of his cum and get her pregnant with his child.

When it came to Valentina, even before she was taken, he’d been enraptured by her. She was a beautiful woman. Curves in all the right places, especially on her thighs as well as her ass. She could take a nice, hard fuck. Her body had been designed for him, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. To bring new memories to chase the darkness away.

“I saw you looking at Leonardo,” he said, hating the bastard’s name on his lips.

“I wasn’t,” she said.

“You don’t have to lie. In fact, that is what I would like in our marriage. Complete and total honesty.”

She tilted her head slightly to the side. “You do?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not … heard of.”

He chuckled. “I know, right? I am a glutton for punishment.” He leaned in close and pressed his nose against her hair, inhaling her sweet strawberry scent.

His mouth watered.

After rescuing her and taking a chance to visit her in the hospital, he’d leaned in close and promised he would protect her. It was why he stayed close to home, never going too far, handling business where he could be close to her.

Valentina had been taken because he’d taken his eye off the ball. He’d been in another country with Rossi, handling business. The moment they got the news, they had been on a plane back home, but the damage had already been done.

“So, tell me what you are thinking about right this moment,” he said.

“Are you sure you want to know the simple thoughts of your wife?” Valentina asked.

“You will soon come to see, my sweet, that I don’t ask for anything I don’t want.”

She licked her lips. He saw the tip of her tongue as it traced across her bottom lip, and he so wanted her mouth on his body, licking at him, sucking at him.

“Er, I … I’m not a very good dancer,” she said.

He chuckled. “Neither am I, but I did put in a few hours of practice so I didn’t stand on your toes.”

“You did?” she asked.

“Yes, does that surprise you?”

“A little bit. I had to practice as well. With my brother and my mom. My dad didn’t want me to make him look like a fool.”

“That would be impossible for you to do when your father looks like a fool with no help from anyone.”

This made her gasp and then laugh.

Good. He wanted her to be happy. Not afraid.

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

He leaned in close, pressing his lips against her ear. “Any man who is willing to allow his daughter to be overlooked and let go is a fool. Don’t even get me started on Leonardo. He doesn’t have the first fucking brain cell to even know who he gave up.”

Giovanni pulled back and smiled at her. Her lips were slightly parted, and he wanted to do nothing more than kiss them, but he held himself back. Now was not the time to kiss those luscious lips.

“He is happily married,” Valentina said.

He doubted it. The couple hated each other. Victoria and Leonardo Rossi were perfect for each other because of their complete hatred and cruelty.

He wasn’t going to allow Valentina to get close to either of them. The bastard hadn’t deserved her before, and the truth was, he’d been trying to find a reason for them not to marry. Valentina wasn’t like most women in their circle. She was sweet, kind, loyal, caring, everything their circle hated and saw as a weakness.

Leonardo would have broken her. He put on the façade for people, but Giovanni knew of the women he’d attacked and nearly killed in his vile rage.

Glancing over Valentina’s shoulder, he spotted Leonardo watching her. He had tried to convince his father not to allow this wedding to go through.

The moment Giovanni had been given the opportunity to have any woman he wanted, he’d picked Valentina without a second’s hesitation. Leonardo had said his selection was absurd. That no one should have Valentina. She was defective and to even attempt to have her was a mockery.

To get her, Giovanni had to question Rossi’s loyalty.

Of course, he didn’t hold the same opinion as his son. Even though the older man had terminated the contract between his son and Valentina, that didn’t mean he had turned his back on the woman.

He saw an opportunity, even if he didn’t completely understand Giovanni’s reasoning. It didn’t mean he was going to let her be out of favor any longer.

As Leonardo watched, Giovanni ran his hands down her back, the tips of his fingers teasing at the edge of her ass. The line of her panties ruffled the dress she wore, but he didn’t care.

Leonardo knew what he had lost.

As long as he was alive, he was going to make sure Valentina was alive, and as The Butcher, no one had ever succeeded in killing him.

No one had the stomach to face him.

Not even Leonardo Rossi.

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Age Gap Crude Hill High Full Length New Release Sam Crescent

Beast’s Demands

Blurb

I’m a no one, the daughter of a mistress. My life was spared to keep my best friend Emily safe. Now she’s back with her men, and I’ve been taken by Earl Valentine—the Beast.

The Monsters’ Crew sold me to him, and all he wants is my virginity. I’d die for Emily, so giving my body to this man is easy. But Earl’s not in any kind of rush. He wants to make me beg, to shatter all my defenses so all I can think about is him. No matter how hard I fight, I’m not trained to hate. With each touch, he makes me crave. With every kiss, I fall a little deeper. Under his spell, I have no power.

He wants me enough to fight for me. I may have fallen for the Beast, but he’s also mine. I just don’t realize how much.

Can I truly tame the Beast? Or is he acting the part to get me where he wants?

Excerpt

Weird.

I was about to turn toward him when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that … my notebook?” In fact, as I looked closely at the room, I noticed several of my things. On the vanity table were my makeup box and the clips I used to pull my hair back. Without waiting for permission, I went straight to my notebook, and there it was. My food notes. I didn’t keep a journal. Talking about my feelings on the pages never appealed, but here, I had everything I’d ever cooked. Well, just a volume of part of what I’d been doing with my life. “How did you get this?”

“The same way I got you. Easily. I emptied yours and Emily’s apartment.”

“All of my stuff is here?”

“Some of your stuff is here. The rest I’ve had sent to one of my residences.”

I looked at him, rubbing the back of my neck. “Your home?”

“I have several all around the world. My mood depends on where I go as to what I do.”

I licked my lips. “You’re not just going to be done with me in a couple of days?”

Earl moved across the bedroom and picked up a picture frame. It was one of Emily and me, taken a few months ago. In a rare circumstance where I got Emily to smile. It had been hard to do, but she’d tried for me. “You two are really close?”

“Of course.”

“One day, you’ll get to talk to her.”

“I will?”

“I’m not a complete beast.”

“You never refer to yourself as a monster,” I said.

“That title is claimed, and I’m nothing like the Crude Hill lot.”

“You make them sound like children.”

“They are.”

“It’s rather insulting, don’t you think?”

“I’m not here to win any games with them. I’m not looking for a competition. Do you like your new room?”

“This is your room?”

“Yes.” He leaned back on his hands.

My gaze fell to his crotch, to the obvious outline of his erection. He was hard and looking right at me.

“It’s nice.” I opened my book, seeing a cross through fennel. I was making some soup, and I clearly didn’t like the addition of the vegetable. Beside it, I’d put seed, and again, this was crossed out.

“Put the book down and come here.”

I looked up at him and found that he was still watching me. Slowly, I put the book down, but I didn’t want to do that. I knew I didn’t. With each step I took, I got closer to him until I stood right in front of him.

He took my hand and locked our fingers together. “You did really good today.”

“Thank you.”

“Always so polite.”

He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. I watched him close his eyes and then let go of me. The tips of his fingers brushed across my thigh, teasing along the edge of my dress.

His touch should have repulsed me.

It didn’t.

I didn’t understand why it doesn’t.

Staring at him, I waited for the chills, the sick revulsion, but nothing came.

“Sit. Put your knees on either side of me.”

“What?”

He sat back on the bed and tugged me close. I had no choice but to put my knee on either side of his waist, moving onto the bed. The angle put my pussy directly over his dick. I didn’t sit down, but his hands went to the curve of my ass as he moved me into place.

The hard length of his cock touched me. He was still wearing pants, and I wore my underwear, but I felt him. Pure steel. I gripped his shoulders, trying to hold on. I was far from sickened. I liked it.

Staring into his green eyes, I waited for him to strike, to make me do something I really didn’t want to do.

His hands went back to my ass, and he held me in place.

“You know, all day, there was something I’ve been wanting to do to you. Do you know what that is?”

“Fuck me?” The words spilled from my lips before I could stop them.

He chuckled. “I want to do that. It’s a given, but no.” He pressed his face against my neck and I gasped. He hadn’t even kissed me yet. Just the tip of his nose brushing across my flesh. This shouldn’t feel so good.

I was a horrible friend. The worst kind of person.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you this morning.”

I jerked back, but I didn’t get far as his hands were on my ass. “You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Tags Age Gap, ashley & earl, Crude Hill High, erotic romance, Evernight Publishing, Rubenesque, Sam Crescent

Age Gap Co-written Jenika Snow Standalone

Teacher’s Pet

Blurb

I’ve wanted Maddie since the moment she transferred into my class two months ago. She’s gorgeous, legal, and seems innocent, but she’s also a tease. Those tight little shirts and short skirts she wore gives me enough visual ammunition, and I was not ashamed to admit that I’ve thought about her more than once when I was alone.
As much as I should feel shame for wanting one of my students, there’s something about her that made me go primal and feral, made all common sense leave me. She was all I wanted, and it’s enough to make me risk everything for a taste.
Now, she wanted private tutoring, and no way in hell could I pass that up. School might be out soon, and I knew I should wait, but I was too hard up to say no, or to stay away from her.

Excerpt

It was wrong on every fucking level for me to want one of my students, even if she was of legal age, and even if I was pretty sure she wanted my cock in that tight, young pussy of hers. But knowing that, realizing that being with her would most likely cost me my job and ensure a stigma followed me, that didn’t stop me from jerking off to thoughts of her every fucking night like a pervert.

But none of that stopped me from staring at her, lowering my gaze to her barely covered tits. It didn’t stop me from noticing the way her skirt rode up her thighs as she twisted in her seat to talk to one of the students behind her.

She was hot, so fucking hot, that my dick stood hard and pressed against my zipper. The fucker wanted out; he wanted to get wet as I plunged in at out of her pussy.

A groan nearly spilled out of me, and I knew that I had an issue, a serious problem that was going to cost me my job. Closing my eyes and rubbing my hand over my cheek, I exhaled, getting myself under control.

It took a few seconds for me to put my game face on, but once I was controlled enough, once my dick was soft enough that it wasn’t tenting my pants, I stood and addressed the class.

I stared at Maddie for a second, watched almost in slow motion as she brushed her long black hair over her shoulder and faced forward, her light blue/green eyes looking my way. Although she was only about a decade younger than me, I told myself she was too young, too innocent.

She doesn’t look innocent. She looks like she’d know how to squeeze her pussy around your cock until you come so fucking hard your eyes roll back in your head.

Clearing my throat, I focused on the rest of the classroom. The students were twitchy as hell, and it was because this was the last month of school. They wanted out of here, and I couldn’t blame them, but that didn’t mean I’d put up with any of their shit. I used to be that age once, too; I remembered how much I hated high school and had wanted out.

“I know this is the final run for you guys, and with only a month left, you want out. But we still have a month left to get things done.”

There was a collective groan after I’d spoken, …

Warning:

This story will feature an over the top and completely obsessed alpha hero. It will also be slightly unbelievable (but only in the best kind of way), and is focused on the hero taking what he wants from the heroine. It mainly focuses on the dirty, raunchy, and oh so tasty aspects of a story. If you’re up for a short filthy read, enjoy!

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