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The Dragon’s Mistress One

Princess Guinevere wants nothing more than to rule the Kingdom of Arden and has enlisted the Royal Warlock’s help. But he tells her that the only way he can perform such magic is through the Stone of Aspen, which is guarded by the evil dragon Mortagon. She must brave the demands of a lascivious nymph and a lewd dragon in order to rule Aspen, or else her cruel step-mother shall take the throne.

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“But what use do you have for me as a mistress? What companionship could such a monster want?” Guinevere roared back, no longer afraid of death.
“To your knees,” Mortagon hissed, a long, black tongue shooting from between his teeth, evenly forked down the middle.
“Never. Kill me as I stand, a warrior,” Guinevere demanded.
“You foolish girl! Would you risk Aspen for your pride?” Mortagon’s wings stretched, and he revealed their goliath width, twice the size of his own body. Guinevere felt her heart sink–she knew that if he chose he could fly over her kingdom and roast it within minutes.
“As you wish,” she said in a hush, the miserable numbness of defeat filling her body. She feel to her knees and the dragon approached her, the ground shaking with every movement of his body. Guinevere gasped as the dragon’s sex came into view–it was long and bifurcated like his tongue, and each side was as thick as her wrist. It was a light, almost translucent pink with popping veins of various colors. It was hideous. Her own sex trembled in fear.
“No,” she gasped in horror.

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Mrs. Jones #1 MILF 3-Pack

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Meet Mrs. Jones, the hot divorcee with a massive rack and an insatiable appetite for younger men. She’ll stop at nothing to seduce a man she wants, even if he’s twenty years younger and married to her daughter! Contains 3 steamy stories revolving around the sultry vixen:

Mrs. Jones: Mother-in-Law MILF
Rick doesn’t have the best sex life but he’s happily married to a sweet, sensible woman. Her mother, on the other hand, is a caviar-guzzling yuppie who allegedly sleeps with the college boy down the street. Rick avoids her like the plague, but for a few hot summer days he gets stuck with his mother-in-law and her giant melons…

Mrs. Jones: Neighborhood MILF
Mickey is just your average college student, bummed that he has to spend his spring break with his parents instead of with his friends at the beach. But one look at Mrs. Jones across the street, and he suddenly remembers the naughty night they had together long ago…

Mrs. Jones: Gang-Bang MILF
Mickey’s hometown buddies, Lenny and Alex, don’t believe his outrageous story about Mrs. Jones. They demand to go meet her for themselves to put the tall tales to rest. What they find is one exceptional piece of tail after all.

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She spread the mayo onto the bread with a butter knife in smooth, even strokes, careful to cover every inch. She then layered the sandwich and held it out to me to bite with her hands.
“Don’t want to dirty a plate,” she said, her fat lips pursing innocently. I parted my lips and took a bite, my teeth sinking into the richest bread I had ever tasted.
“God,” I said between chews. “This is good bread.”
“Yeah,” she grinned, pulling a finger to her mouth to lick off some mayonnaise. Even the way she covered her lips over her long, manicured finger was delectable. She made sure to roll her tongue over it slowly, closing her eyes as she inhaled sharply.
“Mmm,” she moaned. I couldn’t fight my hard-on anymore as she licked the white cream off her parted lips. I hoped desperately that she would fail to notice my bulge.
“I like to get quality ingredients,” she gushed, holding the sandwich out for me to take another bite. And it continued on like that, her smoldering eyes fixated on my mouth as I ate. My own eyes were having a hard time concentration on anything but the giant melons hovering beneath me, threatening to press against my abs.
“Are you home from college?” She asked me as I finished the sandwich.
I shook my head.
“Oh, you already graduated?” she said, slightly surprised.
“No,” I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. I hadn’t realized that she thought I was so much older than I was. “I’m going to college in the fall though.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Please tell me your eighteen.”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling my heart begin to pound. What did it matter to her if she just wanted me to move her stupid table?
“Oh good…just because, you know, well I wouldn’t want your parents to think I was corrupting their child.” She took a step towards me, forcing her massive, soft chest to press against my abs.
“Uh, ha, my parents wouldn’t think asking for help is corruption,” I said, trying to keep a jovial tone.
“Oh, I like my table where it is,” she said, putting her hands on my lower back. I fought the urge to look down at her cleavage.

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The Wrath of the Centaur Book One

Mallory is just your average camp counselor…until she gets swept up into a magical world of steamy desire. An angry centaur seeks his revenge against a lascivious werewolf, and he uses Mallory’s body to exact his revenge. Will her life ever be the same again?

Excerpt:

“Now human, you will grant me your flower.” He strode towards me, his hooves colliding with the dirt and creating small earthquakes. Between his legs I saw a large, knotted cock, hanging low towards the ground. I fell back in shock, landing on my clasped hands.
I watched wide-eyed as he marched over me, his body wide enough for mine to lie beneath it. I gasped at the dark hardness above me, a mere inch from my mouth, glistening in the low light that surrounded us.
“Take it into your mouth, human, or suffer the wrath of the centaur.”

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Double Trouble: The Wrath of the Centaur Two

The second installation in the “Wrath of the Centaur” series. Mallory wants to bring her friend and fellow camp counselor, Sarah, into contact with this new world of hot desire, but things don’t quite go as planned. Contains breeding, werewolf, centaur, group sex, lesbian, reluctance and other hot, hot themes.

Excerpt:

“Were you expecting a cave full of treats, little Sarah?” the centaur mocked me.
“Shut up, you nasty abomination!” I yelled over my shoulder, the adrenaline pulsing through me like quicksilver.
“You will regret that,” the centaur growled in a low voice that I hardly recognized. My thudding heart leapt into my throat, but I still wanted to assert my ferocity. I wasn’t going to let him win so easily—this was my last chance. Hopefully it would divert their attention from Mallory. I just wanted her to be safe.
“Or else what?” I yelled back viciously.
“Sarah nudus,” he hissed. I heard my clothes rip and then flutter to the floor, leaving me to shudder naked in the cold cave air. “On your knees.”
“Make me,” I spat, my voice echoing against the cave walls.

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Ganging Up: The Wrath of the Centaur Three

Mallory and Sarah are prisoners in the centaurs’ cave and they’re desperate for a way out. While they try to keep their spirits high, the beasts are planning a public spectacle that is sure to defeat their morale. Contains centaur, minotaur, and werewolf erotica, not for the faint of heart! Part 3 in the popular “Wrath of the Centaur” series.

Excerpt:
The centaurs pulled us into the dirt arena and the crowd went wild. I looked around desperately to see if there was any way to escape, but the walls were at least ten feet tall. The silver-eyed centaur released me and laughed, clacking away with the other centaur into the hole in the stone wall. It closed, leaving us stranded on the dirt island.
“Holy crap,” Sarah said, her eyes opening wide. I followed her gaze to see the stone wall opposite of us open, and three giant monsters came out, standing on two feet like men, but giant and covered in dark brown hair from head to toe. They had long, curled horns on their heads and the faces of angry bulls. Their eyes were yellow and mean, and while their hands were human like they had hooves for feet.
They moved their goliath figures towards us and I fell back in shock, my naked body colliding with the hard, unforgiving floor. Sarah quickly knelt down next to me, grabbing my hand and looking tenderly into my eyes.
“Don’t let the fear get to you,” she said, even though her voice was slightly shaking. “The more fear you show, the worse they’ll make it.” I nodded, knowing she was right. I took her hand and stood up with her, facing the monsters before us with some dignity.
“What are you creatures?” Sarah roared, puffing her chest out and standing akimbo.
They roared in response, and one, the largest, said, “we are the minotaurs you impudent human!”
“And I thought things couldn’t get any weirder,” Sarah mumbled beneath her breath.

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Bigfoot’s Slave: The Wrath of the Centaur Four

Mitch, the program coordinator of the camp Mallory and Sarah worked at, reveals a surprising connection to the centaurs that have enslaved the two beauties, as well as a magical secret of his own. What will Sarah do once he takes Mallory for his own? Can she escape the cave were she has been kept for so long? Part 4 in the popular “Wrath of the Centaur” series.

Excerpt:

The centaurs pulled us into the dirt arena and the crowd went wild. I looked around desperately to see if there was any way to escape, but the walls were at least ten feet tall. The silver-eyed centaur released me and laughed, clacking away with the other centaur into the hole in the stone wall. It closed, leaving us stranded on the dirt island.
“Holy crap,” Sarah said, her eyes opening wide. I followed her gaze to see the stone wall opposite of us open, and three giant monsters came out, standing on two feet like men, but giant and covered in dark brown hair from head to toe. They had long, curled horns on their heads and the faces of angry bulls. Their eyes were yellow and mean, and while their hands were human like they had hooves for feet.
They moved their goliath figures towards us and I fell back in shock, my naked body colliding with the hard, unforgiving floor. Sarah quickly knelt down next to me, grabbing my hand and looking tenderly into my eyes.
“Don’t let the fear get to you,” she said, even though her voice was slightly shaking. “The more fear you show, the worse they’ll make it.” I nodded, knowing she was right. I took her hand and stood up with her, facing the monsters before us with some dignity.
“What are you creatures?” Sarah roared, puffing her chest out and standing akimbo.
They roared in response, and one, the largest, said, “we are the minotaurs you impudent human!”
“And I thought things couldn’t get any weirder,” Sarah mumbled beneath her breath.

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Hot for Teacher: The Tamara Lovelace Chronicles Book One

Tamara Lovelace is just a shy, curvy girl unaware of how stunning and gorgeous she is. She has no luck with guys until her college professor gives her a necklace that gives her a sexual magnetism that’s out of this world. Still, while guys are falling at her feet, she has her eyes locked on her sultry professor, who seems to have a strange secret of his own…

Excerpt:

“Those are some glorious tits you have,” he growled. I was shocked. The predatorial voice had come back to my tame professor. Suddenly, he hunched over. I saw the muscles beneath his shirt ripple, and I gasped as his back expanded, tearing through his work shirt. The skin beneath it was scaly and dark green, glittering in the florescent lighting of the office. His face grew long and narrow, hard ridges forming over his brow and along the sides of his growing snout. Long fangs grew from his mouth, and he roared, causing my thudding heart to skip a beat.
Before me was an eight-foot long dragon. I could not believe what I was seeing.
“Now, bend over the desk,” he commanded in a dark, deep voice. A thin, forked tongue slithered between his sharp teeth. I nodded, terrified, and bent over, no questions asked. I held my breath as he walked around the desk behind me.

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Hot for Werewolf: The Tamara Lovelace Chronicles Book 2

Tammy Lovelace continues to seduce with her magical necklace—this time getting her best friend Jessica and her werewolf friend caught up in her heat! Meanwhile, Professor Kent continues to plot some naughty things to teach his star pupil…

Excerpt:
“Aamir?” I gasped. He continued to growl, his eyes flat against his head as saliva dripped down his fangs. “Aamir, it’s me, Tammy!”
He sniffed the air and came closer to me, a look of rage in his honey-colored eyes. I moved back on my palms, terrified as his body came over mine, forcing me to the dirt ground.
“Please Aamir,” I begged quietly. He brought his face within inches of mine, and his hot drool dripped onto my face. I closed my eyes and turned away, sure that I was in my last moments. He brought his head down onto my neck and began licking it, moving his hot tongue against my cool skin. I squirmed, slightly delighted by the warmth, but still petrified. He then moved his head southward, gripping my shirt within his teeth and I knew suddenly it was the end. He pulled back with a snarl and ripped my shirt off my chest, and I waited with baited breath.

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