18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Lust doesn’t care who’s watching—or what form it takes.From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa’s very naughty lap—Crave is a shameless collection of erotic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy.Whether it’s a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend’s dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches—this book doesn’t slow down for breath.Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic.Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot.You’re not here for love. You’re here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.

WARNINGThis book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.Claude Adams never wanted a mate—especially not her.As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn’t something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can’t escape.So when a cryptic message—meant for a human—draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn’t expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich—a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw.What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn’t human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy.Because Nikolai doesn’t share. And fate? It doesn’t make mistakes.

I was hired to care for a sick child.I never saw his face. Never heard his voice.Until I stepped into the house of nightmares.Ezra Kade thought the job was simple: take care of a bedridden heir hidden away in a mansion dripping with wealth and secrets. But the moment he crosses the threshold, he realizes he’s been fed a lie. The child isn’t a child. He’s a man. A man who watches him from the shadows. A man with a past written in blood.Kieran Valen survived the unthinkable—an accident meant to erase him from existence. For two years, he’s played the part of the broken, helpless heir, a puppet in his siblings’ twisted game. But Kieran isn’t weak. He isn’t helpless. And Ezra? Ezra just walked straight into the web, into his hands.In a house ruled by deception, where the walls whisper secrets and the floors are stained with the past, Ezra must decide—run, or let himself be caught. Because Kieran doesn’t just want a caretaker. He wants devotion. Obedience. Worship.And he’ll break Ezra apart to get it.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly.So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other. Clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.