Visit my online shop to buy direct from me - click here. Dismiss
Showing 1–16 of 20 resultsSorted by latest
No matter how many times I told myself that I wouldn’t be pushed around by my boss, I still struggled to stand up for myself. Tears welling in my eyes, I blinked, furious with yet again finding myself in this situation.
His mind was fuzzy. A lack of feeding and no rest, was that the cause? Was he dying? Was this how his life was going to end? The sob was noiseless as it caught in his throat bringing his mind back to the reality of his situation.
The magic of the day clung to Todd’s skin making it feel unusually weird. He was putting that down to why he couldn’t settle to anything. He roamed around his apartment, listening to the quiet of the middle of the night. Everyone had gone back to their apartments after Danik and Alexi were settled with the babies sleeping. For how long, was anyone’s guess.
This is an MM gay romance with Daddy kink, spanking and enough steam to strip paint from wood. With two men that are too complicated for just one book. Warning this book is an HFN.
The chaotic thoughts that followed held me hostage, torturing me with the possibility of a world without my precious man in it. For what felt like forever, but was probably mere seconds, I stood, unable to bring myself to do more than let my terror control me. The dimness of the cellar transported me straight back into the hell of ten years before.
The chains holding my arms above my head rattled violently against the icy stone wall behind me. My jaw ached as my teeth ground together. I willed the man holding the dirty, bloodstained knife to just be done with it. The hours of abuse were starting to take their toll on me and I wasn’t sure how much more I could endure.
Mummy often said it was a waste of time to wash stuff when it would only get dirty again. I secretly thought it would be nice to have things that smelt better than dirty socks, but I’d never tell my Mummy that. The last time I’d said something silly, my bottom had hurt for days after the spanking she’d given me.
It was work; they were experiments and referred to by a number, but Ajani remembered the two who had named him. It might be a faded memory, but they were there in the back of his mind, where he kept them away from the parts of him he no longer recognized.
“Can I have a word.” Markov didn’t phrase it as a question as he glared at Cassius. Anger ran hotly through his veins. Having Cassius treat him without regard was one thing but to do it with Azim, Victor’s mate, that was a whole different kettle of fish.
Special Agent Magnus Fallows, more commonly known as Magnus, ghost chaser, or FBI guy depending on the person speaking, slammed the door of his office shut, twirled, and leaned his back on it, fists clenched, jaw locked tight. Closing his eyes, his head banged against the solid wooden door, not that he felt any pain. He’d learned to shut that annoying emotion down two years before.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stared at the phone in my hand. My fingers twitched as if they were preparing to dial, but I did nothing. Just like I’d done for days. Nothing. Diddlysquat. Fuck all. Because I was a coward.
The smell of disinfectant, along with other things I didn’t even want to think about, wafted on the warm air as the door opened and one of the nurses I’d seen earlier walked through into the visitors’ waiting area. I’d been sat on a seat that wasn’t built for a man my size for four hours just for the chance to have five minutes with Ferron.
“My heart fluttered wildly in my chest as I walked towards the door of the psychologist’s office, heading for an appointment that Nathan, my boss, had arranged and paid for. The pills that my doctor had given me to help with the anxiety attacks did little to suppress the all-consuming panic I felt.
Eugenie. Beaumont smiled as he looked down at the homestead they had built together, nestled in the valley below. The house was sturdy. Solid. Just like their marriage. Beaumont wasn’t sure who he had to thank for the way Eugenie came into his life, but he was forever grateful.
Wyatt is a planner, weighing up all the options before he decides. Only Fate has other ideas. Now Wyatt is dancing with Devil, just not in the way he’s expecting.
Can the beast lurking inside Conrad be the answer to fighting the evil that threatens Kylo’s world?
End of content
End of content