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"You don't think you can love this baby?""Mary... of course I can love this baby... I'm just not sure I can do this... again...""It's not fair... what about what I want?""I thought you wanted me...""I do want you... but I also want this baby...""Mary... I love you... but I just can't... not again..." he said as he started to cry...""I understand... you don't want it... because it's not yours... I get it...""Mary... please... you don't know what I went through when I found out Starr wasn't my daughter...""I'm sorry...""I know... I forgive you... but you broke my heart...""I'm sorry!" I cried..."Mary..." Wayne said as he took my hands... "I love you... that's in the past... but this... this is bringing all the hurt back to the surface... I just can't do it... I'm sorry..."

"You have a collect call from an inmate at the Bridgeport Correctional Facility - will you accept the call?""Yes I will..." I said..."Hey Starr...""Hey Mommy...""How'd everything go?""Oh Mommy... it was wonderful..." I sighed..."Starr... please don't tell me... you fucked him - didn't you?""Not yet... but I'm going to...""Starr! What the hell's a matter with you?""Nothing!""Starr - I need you to stay focused!""Oh I'm focused alright..." I laughed..."Dammit Starr! I didn't set this up for you to get some dick - I set this up so we could get revenge!""Well - I'ma get some dick whether you set it up or not..." I laughed...

"Please... just tell me what I can do... I'll do anything..." Mary said as she started crying..."That's what I wanted to hear..." Conrad said as he turned her around to face him... "Now... go get dressed..." he said as he let her go and he sat back at his desk..."Okay..." Mary whispered as she went into the bathroom, got dressed, and came back into the office with Conrad..."Now... you owe me $50,000... plus legal feels...""Okay...""If you run me my money in 10 days... I'll waive the legal fees - if not...""What?""You'll work with an associate of mine... until your debt is paid...""Oh hell no...""Oh hell yes...""Fuck it - you can have the pussy if you want it - I'd rather do that..." she said as she started to take off her clothes..."You don't understand..." Conrad said... "I'm not selling my ass...""I won't force you... but if you don't run me my money in 10 days..." Conrad said as he stood up from behind the desk and approached her... "and if you're not willing to sell your ass..." he said as he pulled her close and held her tight against him... "then I'll take out an insurance policy... you'll meet with an untimely death... and I'll collect..." he said as he kissed her... "You see... I'ma get my money... one way or the other...""Let go of me!" Mary snapped..."Of course..." Conrad said as he let go of her and went and sat back behind his desk... "Remember... 10 days..." he said as Mary ran out...

"Oh please - you can miss me with the cumbia bullshit - when you were in labor I helped your ass deliver your son - now you wanna act like you don't know who the fuck I am!" I snapped..."Yes Mary - you certainly did help me - here's a gift certificate to the Classic Nails and Day Spa at Trumbull Mall to repay you for your kindness..." Beautiee said as she handed me an envelope... "Are we done now - or is there something else we need to discuss?""Well - now that you mention it - why were you so adamant that I couldn't be invited to your baby shower?""I'm so glad you asked me that..." Beautiee said as she picked up a corn muffin, buttered it, and started eating it... "Our friends are throwing us a baby shower to celebrate the birth of our son - they're not throwing us a celebration of baby mommas - personally - I'd rather not have a shower to celebrate the fact that we both have a child with my husband - what would we be doing anyway - taking a trip down memory lane - comparing notes as to who sucked my husband's dick the longest?"

I started feeling uneasy as soon as she walked towards me... "Hello..." she said, smiling..."Hello..." I said as I reached for my drink..."Wait..." she said as she reached for my hand... "Bartender - put this on my tab...""Thank you - I appreciate it - but...""You're not interested... I understand... is that your husband over there?" she asked as she nodded towards Bazil. I looked over at Bazil and I saw him smiling mischievously at the both of us..."Yes he is - c'mon - I'll introduce you..." I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards Bazil..."Hey..." Bazil said when he saw us..."Hi my Thirst Quencher - this is... what is your name?""My name is Dontress...""Nice to meet you Dontress..." Bazil said as he took her hand, kissed it, and looked at me mischievously..."Dontress bought me another drink... tee hee hee..." I giggled..."Thank you Dontress..." Bazil said as he pulled me close to him..."You're welcome - would you like a drink as well?""No thank you," Bazil answered..."I saw you both dancing earlier... May I dance with you?""That's up to my wife...""Would you like to dance with her... my Thirst Quencher?""Only if you join us..." Bazil breathed..."Okay..." I breathed as Bazil took us both onto the dance floor. We were all dancing to the beat of something besides the music and we were both holding onto Bazil. Bazil leaned towards me and kissed me fully and, to our surprise, Dontress pulled Bazil's face to her, and kissed him. Before I could react, Bazil turned to me and kissed me again, pulling me closer this time, kissing me longer... and, just like before, Dontress pulled Bazil's face to her and kissed him again. I could tell Bazil was hesitating and wasn't sure if I was comfortable with what was happening so I pulled Dontress closer and kissed her while we both held on to Bazil..."Mmmmmm... this is nice..." Bazil breathed..."It certainly is..." Dontress breathed...""Let's continue this in private..." Bazil breathed...

Mac Nighthorse, homicide detective, alpha male, and built like an oak, doesn't fit the male submissive stereotype. Nevertheless, that's what he is, though none of his co-workers know it. When he goes undercover at a BDSM club to find a killer, his path crosses with Violet Siemanski, a petite Mistress who can command him with the mere brush of her fingertips across his broad chest. Violet has her own secrets, but as they get closer to who is killing male submissives, she's crystal clear on her top priority. She won't let anyone take Mac from her. Unfortunately, he'll burn the world down to keep her safe - even if he loses his life doing it.

"Hanna delivers everything from curious musings to gut-wrenching confessionals in her ... sophomore collection of illustrated poetry. This edition includes a collection of ... personal essays about Gabbie's childhood and relationships"--Publisher marketing.

I'm a good girl. I work hard, look like your average girl, do everything in moderation and I certainly don't make a habit of going into strangers' hotel rooms dressed in sexy lingerie and killer heels. That is, until I meet her.When a mysterious woman buys me a drink at a hotel bar in New York, I never expect her to impact my life the way she does. From the moment she lays eyes on me there's little point fighting my desires because she seems to know them better than I do... The Good Girl is the naughty debut novella by Madeleine Taylor, author of lesbian erotica.

Marius has all the things a Mistress could want in a one-night-sub encounter. Hot body, loads of charm and a willingness to get her off in any way she pleases. But Marius has a dark side. When he takes it too far, he's kicked out of The Zone club with only one way back in-Lady Regina. Regina sees something in Marius. He doesn't know what it means to be truly helpless to a Mistress, but he needs it, more than any sub she's ever encountered. But Marius's pain, the secrets behind his bad behavior, will drive her into perilous territory. Bringing him back to the Mistress's control he craves will be the fight of her life.

The white-collar life Jonathan Powell created for himself is gone. After a five-year prison sentence, he has to start over. No more hooking up with Dominant women so he can screw with their minds. But then Mistress Dona shows up to give him a ride from the prison, and she's everything he can't resist. Dona knows she has to help Jonathan make the right choices this time, because Hell doesn't offer options. He has to understand and accept what surrender truly means. His only hope for salvation is a Mistress of Redemption.

There are layers to my heart and mind So many has been revealed over time I wish I could share them all with you To give you all of me is what you want me to do But how can I give you all of me When we know there's things you don't want to see I could open my heart to the world My pleasures and pain I would quickly hurl Hiding nothing and revealing the livid My significant moments showing extremely vivid Times I had with countless others Consuming you to the point you smother It's your choice of what you want Some will be lonely and others will haunt I can only be me and give you quality So, take hold of the parts that you want to keep selfishly I'm far from achieving mastery I'm just offering you a part of me naturally

At twenty-three, Hugh McGuire had his life figured out. He was on top of the world and nothing could stop him. However, in the blink of an eye, it all changed when a disgruntled employee, Burton Dunn, shot and killed Hugh's parents, and attempted to take Hugh's life as well. Hugh would never be the same, and twelve years later, was a depressed and somewhat bitter man that could now see and speak with the dead. Kimber Dunn had been a sickly child, and on her deathbed, her nurse, a leopard shifter, took pity on her and converted Kimber to save her life. Now Kimber couldn't run far enough to escape her brother's murderous deed. Spending most of her days as a leopard kept her hidden well, but when fate threw her in front of the one man she'd been hiding from all these years, Hugh McGuire, her cat knew him for who he was...her mate...and the only thing she knew to do was run...run as fast and as far as she could.

In this erotic adventure based on a true story, two lovers indulge in their darkest, sexiest fantasies. The story begins innocently enough when Sara, a fifty-something career woman, posts a profile on a dating website. She is hoping to start afresh and erase memories of her last failed relationship. When Declan replies to her profile, Sara can't believe it. Why would a handsome, sexy thirty-four-year-old be interested in her? Nevertheless, Sara decides to take a chance on him. As the two get to know each other-via texts, phone calls, and face-to-face encounters-they build a foundation of trust and an emotional connection that allows them to indulge in their secret fantasies. From exhibitionism to voyeurism, Sara and Declan discover new pleasures and passions over the course of their tryst. Behind the sizzling sex lies an attraction that neither one can deny or escape. The book includes detailed descriptions of six role plays that Sara creates for Declan's and her own pleasure, including "The Student and the Professor," "Mommy's Home," and "The Plumber." This contemporary erotic novel offers a refreshing look at a modern relationship and the emotional and sexual pleasures of two people who are perfectly in sync.

In Volume Two, The Book of Dave, Online Dating Gone Bad, in a very short period of time, Gillian falls in love with a man that does not exist. Knowing Internet dating was a fifty-fifty proposition, that if it was too good to be true, it was. The end result was that of the satisfaction of a needed distraction from her last relationship.

Mystic Desire is a collection of short paranormal romance stories. This is a chance to read and discover the work of a diverse group of very talented authors. The themes in this book are varied, as are the collection of characters and artifacts, including Native American dream catchers, mystical jewelry, and characters such as lustful vampires, hot warlocks, a grumpy leprechaun, a ghostly terrier, a zombie apocalypse and things that go bump in the night. From soft and tender love to hot passionate, kinky sex, there is something for everyone in this anthology.

Self-made poet and social media sensation Pierre Jeanty has triumphed once again with his most recent collection, Apologies That Never Came. From words that never left your mouth to feelings you held on to, these words explore an unspoken space in heartbreak and pain, providing solace to the wounded soul. With massive social media followings and a loyal fan base, Jeanty is poised for great success for his sixth poetry collection entitled Apologies That Never Came. In this series of prose and poetry, both the words and sentiment are simple, uninterrupted by excess flair or complexity. Apologies That Never Came dissects the agony of heartbreak and loss through the unexpressed words and feelings; what is left over at the end. While his poems and prose delve into pain, they ultimately transcend that heartbreak, awakening everyone's preexisting strength and capacity for growth. Much like in his previous collections, Jeanty has successfully created a tool for unity and healing out of the torment of his experiences.