"I need you to stop looking at me like that, Miss Daniels." The young woman's blood red lips were still parted as she spoke, her knuckles as white as ash as she gripped the edge of the table. The contractor smirked, knowing the affect she had on the woman that stood vertical from her as she packed her tools away. "I can't help it. If only I could tell you the things that run through my mind every single time I see you." "Tell me, then." Trigger warning; smùt, sexual abuse, Intersex, polygamy!!

Allison, recently released from prison returns home to discover that her wife not only moved out without telling her , she's also decided to end their marriage. The new tenant is a lonely 18 year old girl name Zoe who immediately become attached to Allison despite the many warnings about Allison's temper and alleged spousal abuse. Shortly after moving in with Zoe, Allison recognizes that the teen is a natural submissive and while hesitant at first; she decides to be the one to introduce Zoe to the world of BDSM. It's not long before the two women become attached to each other and Zoe learns that being in a relationship with Allison can be dangerous, will she end it before it's too late or will she stay and suffer through, for better or for worse.

I leaned over the railings of the balcony of the room I'm currently renting. It's on the very top floor, 25th, and the view down below was... fine. I can't seem to compliment a thing worthy of a compliment with the right word no matter how outstanding they seem to be. I guess my past ruined me that my eyes can't see the beauty of one thing no matter how brightly it shines. All the things I see now are blood and violence. Nothing else, if it's not either of the two, then, it is useless to me. Well, there's also one thing. Sex It's a way of release most people yearned for and desperately searched for while I just let it come. It's not like I'll die if I don't have it although I do know that it is a need for me. But, I do not care on whom I get from. The same way I don't care how I get my money. One thing is for sure, my money? It's blood money... and I'm damn proud of it.

PREQUEL TO THE MONSIGNOR'S WIFE BUT YOU DONT HAVE TO READ THE MONSIGNOR'S WIFE TO READ THIS BOOK. "How did you and mom meet?" Venice asked as Rome continued to braid his hair. Nichole looked over at Angelica and smiled, before looking back at their son and his mom. "We met a very long time ago..before we met your mom here. The story goes like this." WARNING; primal play, cnc, blood, violence, guns, drinking, drugs. Age gap.

It takes a lot to be a Mistress, a domme and still be able to love after the days work. So I stopped loving. It became more than fun, a career, it became a way of life. It was my life. It was a chess board and I beat whoever dared claim to be my opponent. I became a perfectionist ... what I didn't expect was love to travel it's way back onto the board. Love is .. sporadic, unpredictable and such things cause mistakes... but I can't dare call her a mistake. Ava Greene ... was an example of lovable perfection.

She stepped closer and my breath hitched in my throat. Her fingers trailed up my arm leaving a line of goosebumps. I closed my eyes when a deep stinging pain shot straight through my neck making me wince in pain. Her lips came closer to my ear, I can still feel her finger nails burried in my skin "I want what's mine" --------Warning, Sexual content--------

The second book in the series Ava finds her Mistress Diana to be distant with her. Ava's temper now flared and uncaged Diana is challenged with bringing her back to earth... But what happens when Diana becomes ... secrets threaten to rip the duo apart... what will Diana expose Ava to.. and will Ava notice what Diana can and can't handle?