The first of the tales about The Purple Martin Pub in which we find out the basics of who, what, where, when and why. Three people, a writer, a teacher and a bartender and how their lives intertwine. (Almost no sex)
Breaking rules is bad, being caught is worse and the punishment can be hell. Hell can even get worse or if you are very lucky, turn into something wonderful, although sometimes it comes from an unexpected source. Kelli was a cheerleader and thought she could break the rules. She was given only one chance, and it was going to be hell. She was lucky, there was someone involved who put her through hell and when it looked like hell could get a lot worse for her turned it into heaven.
This is a story about rape and domination and love and loss and happiness in the middle of war. People are complex. They do not understand themselves. She does not understand how she could come to love her dominator.
this is a pre-quil to "Master's Wedding". A mage, who is overly concerned with his comfort, and priveleges deals with the civic authority of the area...
A truly romantic story. In a zoo, but not bestiality. With aliens, but not interracial. An unfaithful wife, but not cheating. Oh, and a baby girl, but no paedophilia.
Valerie sits down beside early-retired lawyer Barry on a commuter train. Blonde, blue-eyed, tall, and very chesty, Val has his full attention. She doesn't mind him staring; she's used to it. Both in their 40s, he learns Val is an actress, playing the role of a valkyrie, a legendary German warrior. When he reveals his private backyard pool, she's tempted. As it happens, off the train she is out of options, and he's ready to step in and offer his place to swim and stay.
A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story In Starwick, Cinderella doesn’t dream of rescue—she dreams of power. When a mysterious seamstress gifts her a scandalous gown and a spell with a warning, she crashes the royal ball like a dare in heels. But this isn’t a tale of glass slippers and true love. It’s a smutty little tale of lust, rebellion, and choosing what burns. Midnight won’t break the spell—she will. And the prince? He’s just the first thing she makes hers.