I write erotic fiction that fuses the sacred and the profane. Some stories are mythic or introspective, others laugh-out-loud filthy. You’ll find tender lovers and ruthless gods, masked balls and pirate queens, fairytales with strap-ons, and rituals where sex becomes both a reckoning and a release. Whether poetic or profane, romantic or raunchy, my stories explore longing, power, surrender—and sometimes just the sheer joy of being very, very bad.
They met in an alley: wild, reckless, unforgettable. Ginger never meant to fall for Coco’s chaos. Coco never meant to fall for anyone at all. But between stolen nights, whispered dares, and the kind of heat that burns through skin and bone, something unruly grew — something more dangerous than lust. This is not a story about taming a wild thing. It’s a story about becoming wild enough to stay.
When Eleanor challenges Javier to walk the labyrinth he built—blindfolded, bound only by her voice—he enters a maze that’s no longer just hedges and turns, but sentient, seductive, and alive. Guided by her commands and tested by illusions, Javier must surrender more than sight to reach the heart of the maze—and of Eleanor. Mazeheart is a tale of ritual, desire, and the cost of truly being seen.
In 1850s New Orleans, a free woman of color slips into a masked ball with a secret and a smile. Amara knows the rules—but tonight, she chooses to break them. When she draws the gaze of Julien Beaumont, heir to a sugar empire built on stolen lives, desire becomes defiance. In a moonlit courtyard, silk falls, truths burn, and power trembles. She carries Haiti in her bones. He carries chains he doesn’t see. But she does.
A Mel Story Mel doesn’t just flow—she floods. When a hot yoga instructor with a voice like sandalwood and sin puts hands on her hips, she decides to stretch more than her hamstrings. From cat-cow to climax, Hot Flow, Slow Burn is a breath-slick, dialogue-driven romp through sweat, sass, and sex that’s anything but passive. Who knew enlightenment could be this filthy?
A Mel Story When Mel slides into a booth with two strangers and a wicked grin, she’s not just ordering a drink—she’s setting the night on fire. What starts with flirtation over bourbon ends in a tangle of limbs, tongues, and heat that won’t quit. No narration, no apologies—just three voices, one unforgettable night, and enough sin to make a preacher sweat. Trouble at Table 3 is filthy, fast, and hot.
On a sultry summer night, Lila stands on her balcony, the ocean crashing in time with her pulse, the lyrics of Crash Into Me curling through the air like smoke. Across the street, Elliot watches—drawn, helpless, hungry. What begins as a gaze becomes a fire neither of them can resist. Desire blooms, bold and unapologetic, in the space between them. When he finally crosses the street...
Every Saturday, Julian visits the farmer’s market for peaches, but it’s Tessa’s ripe teasing and sticky fingers that keep him coming back. When she invites him behind the stall for a private tasting, the shy professor finds himself in a world of honeyed heat, dirty talk, and fruit-soaked pleasure. “Saturday’s Sweetest” is a filthy, sun-drenched romp where the produce isn’t the only thing dripping.
When Captain Horatio Hornswoggle bellows “Release the Kraken,” his crew doesn’t expect a codpiece-clanking orgy aboard the Saucy Siren. Between lust-laced bread, a glitter cannon, and a real sea monster crashing the party, it’s one slippery, scandalous night of bawdy shenanigans. Will pleasure prevail—or will the Kraken steal the show? A riotous romp of pirates, poetry, and unrepentant debauchery on the high seas.
A curator scarred by shame. An artist who paints with surrender. Veil of Shadows is a literary erotic novel of ritual, power, and transformation. When Elise steps into Rowan’s world of silk ropes and sacred pain, their bond unravels secrets—and remakes them both. For fans of slow-burn intensity, poetic prose, and sex that strips the soul bare.
In a deconsecrated church, Juniper, a guilt-ridden painter, seeks absolution through a primal rite. Flanked by Sage and Rowan, her apostles of flesh, she surrenders on a silk-draped altar bed. Amid stained glass and incense, their bodies clash—tongues, hands, and howls weaving a sacred ecstasy. Her past shatters in a flood of release, leaving her sanctified. Dare to witness her unholy redemption?