Stevie Cole

Tyler Westbrook, better known as Johnny Depth, is taking the adult film industry by storm. With his playboy looks, it's no surprise a few coworkers have attempted to take things off set and into the bedroom, but Tyler refuses to blur the lines between work and play...until the new assistant to the director walks in. Jemma Morgan was recently fired from a lead role on a kid's TV show that was supposed to be her big break. Unable to get another acting gig, she's accepted a job in an industry she never expected to be a part of. Although she anticipates being shocked her first few days on set, nothing could prepare her for the moment she's asked to hold the reflector as her ex-boyfriend plows through a woman like a Kansas cornfield. In a world of lube and fake moans, is there a place for a second chance? Exes and some serious ohs...the term ex-rated just took on a whole new meaning.

Exrated

B. T. Urruela

Edwin Allen Mercer I want them all to read my words. And they do. Every last blood-stained sentence, they've read and praised me for. They love the gore and violence, the realness. And I get a sense of power with it all because I know a secret: the victims in my books-they're real and have all died on my table. And maybe that's why the last book had such awful reviews. Murder is, after all, a dirty little thing. Some can stomach it. Others can't. My answer to those reviews: find a woman to co-author with. To be the next pathetic character in my book. Pity she's so pretty. Miranda Cross All I've ever wanted was to be successful as a writer so when I was offered the opportunity to co-author a book with my idol, EA Mercer, I jumped at the chance. He's beautiful and a literary genius, but something about him makes my stomach knot. And maybe it's my overactive imagination making my hairs stand on end when he walks up behind me. After all, these wicked little words we're typing are only fiction. They're only fiction...

Wicked Little Words

What do you do when you wake up in a hotel room beside a tattooed man with a face that makes Tom Hardy look like the bottom of a shoe ? You fight through your tequila-induced haze, trip over his designer suit crumpled on the floor, and run. After all, you're 1500 miles from home. It's not like you'll ever see him again. Unless you're me. Fast forward six months and I somehow find myself in the middle of a bet with Mr Tall, Dark, and Tattooed that includes me owing him four dates. Four dates with an arrogantly charming man who I know little about, what could possibly go wrong? I'll tell you what's going wrong, my falling asleep in his arms on date three and realizing I'm in love with a man who doesn't even know my real name.

Stevie Cole

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