Fiction Stories

A One Week with Heather Story
Part 3 of the One Week With Heather series Heather invites Aaron and Jess to be guests at her graduation party

A man crashes a party and dons a horse head mask, thinking it will get him in with the cool crowd. It does, just not the way he expected.

Cari Creambottom is a lonely, overworked Christmas elf. On the verge of getting fired from Santa's Workshop, she's on a mission to redeem herself. She must get eggnog produced by a group of all-male elves. It's going to take more than 'pretty please' to get the job done. What's a naughty elf to do? The Seasons of Love series follows these sultry elves. Each book corresponds with a holiday/season.

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.

An incest movie makes a girl realize she needs her brother.

When I was young, my family moved yet again, something I had grown accustomed to. I was just getting settled into our new neighborhood when I met the Naughton sisters, also known as the Naughty Girls. Over the next few months, I discovered that although their nickname had started innocently enough as a teacher's joke, as they had grown older, it became more of a dare, something they were trying to live up to.

Iris had gone to her veterinarian's office to straighten out some billing. Following a man out the door, she jumped at the last minute to haul him back from being run over. She learned Ben was distraught from having just had his dog euthanized, and made him sit and have coffee with her. Then she brought him back to his house, because he was still a little wobbly. They shared a pizza and then more...

Daniel's life is not going to plan. He and his wife Carol are three months into a trial separation that he didn't want or understand. And now his seventeen-year-old daughter, Layla, has gone off into the night, on foot and barely dressed. His searches are in vain, and he's scared shitless. When he finally does find her, she's unrepentant and downright disrespectful. Something snaps inside him, and, for the first time ever, he raises his hand to her. He spanks her.

One bar. One look. A night neither of them was ready for. In "The Stain We Left", two strangers lock eyes and end up tangled in sweat, wine, and something dangerously close to obsession. Told in raw, unfiltered dual POV, this story doesn’t fade after the last thrust—it drips, aches, and smolders into the next morning. Her thighs are still slick with him. His mouth still tastes like her. And neither of them is done.