Lusting after my husband is a gift, I don't take it lightly, and I'm totally committed to the craft.With the lust, comes the green-eyed monster, a monster I hide from Eric at all costs.Enter Fiona and her six-inch f*&% me pumps. She's determined to take what is mine without hesitation, but our marriage is everything to me.I won't go down without a fight.Trigger Alert: This book deals with infidelity and may make you angry. You've been warned

Welcome to Desire by Design:No clothing, cellular phones, laptops, tablets, or cameras allowed beyond this point.When I imagined the vacation of a lifetime, it didn't include a nude fetish resort. I foolishly assumed my bestie Jess and I would at least be wearing bikinis. This place is a hedonistic paradise, but I'm pretty sure I just walked through the Gates of Hell.At twenty-three, I'm still a virgin and an anomaly in a place like this. My innocence makes me vulnera...

It's incredible how simple life becomes by the time you've hit the bottom of a bottle of wine. Worries and humiliation disappear, logic becomes muddled, but at the same time clarity takes control and that broken feeling seems just a tad bearable. Still the more I drank of that fine Italian Chianti, the more broken and stupid I felt--jaded, actually.And then I saw her. Venus. The goddess. In her eyes, I could sense a deep understanding for my plight. She embodied grace, love, and it...

Losing everything has a way of messing with a girl's head, forcing her to seek comfort in the arms of a man she doesn't really want. I know this. In a fit of devastation, I hand my virginity off to another and then marry him, leaving the burning love of my life in ashes. But the thing about fire is that even among the ashes, ember burns, and all it takes is the perfect kindling to reignite a blazing inferno.

Party girls don't waste time on romantic notions. We're hunting pleasure, excitement, and finding love is the last thing on our minds. No way am I shagging my host, who is basically a prostitute, when there's a paradise of hungry eyes waiting to explore mutual erotic fantasy. But, sometimes, the person you thought was the least desirable turns out to be the right kind of naughty you didn't know you needed.Desire by Design is a series of standalone novels about vacationers at a fict...

He said I was broken, frigid, and after two years of 'plugging away' with no payout on my end, he'd had enough. Making love to me had become a chore. Our connection disappeared beneath a weighted blanket of failed attempts and constant disappointment. With nowhere to go, I turned to the one place that promised a happy ending. Broken people gather in the most unexpected places. I'd imagine most come to a place like this to explore all things of a hedonistic nature. I've got one goal: the fi...

Welcome to Desire by Design; a tropical hedonistic destination that caters to whatever the heart desires. Leave your inhibitions and clothing behind--you won't need either--and get swept away.All Those Bits contains the first three books in the Desire by Design series. All are contemporary, erotic, romance stories with sexually explicit scenes and language some may deem offensive. No cheating and each story has a happily ever after.Sexy Bits: Meet Claire the virgin.Na...

After a recent tragedy has torn Annie's life apart, strange events make it impossible for her to cope as she fights for her sanity.Is she losing her mind or is there something else going on?

Kara's about to transform date night into something spectacular. After all, naughty is always in fashion.

Freya: I’ve always loved going to s*x parties. It’s an itch that I need scratched, and it works out because I’m able to do the worst of the worst without judgment: after all, I’m pregnant, and I’m engaging in backdoor love with not one, but sometimes two, three or even more men at these things. It’s the only thing that helps with the awful nausea from my pregnancy, and these days I need it A LOT.But one day, I’m gardening and a wave of pain comes out of nowhere …

My Stepdad stretched more than my back...My stepdad's a chiropractor, so when I start complaining about my back, Mom suggests he gives me an adjustment. The only problem is, as soon as he starts touching me, my body reacts. Can he tell how wet I am, that I'm pressing against the table in search or relief? There's something different in his voice as he talks and then his questions get more and more personal. Is he thinking what I'm thinking?

Daddy says I’m in danger.So he’s shipped me off to Alaska.With his best friend. My bodyguard. My protector.But what daddy doesn’t know is that his best friend and I have a past.I saved myself for him.And now I want him to take what belongs to him.He’s bossy, he’s demanding and he’ll teach me.We’re all alone in the woods.No one can find out we’re here.It’ll be our secret.Or we’ll end up dead.