Enemy is part of the Ruthless Daddies multi-author collab and a complete standalone. With a sadistic older Italian Daddy, a not-so-innocent Russian boy, and rival families, these two hurt each other until they like it! Want more deliciously morally gray Daddies and boys? Grab the whole series!
* See Author Note and Triggers inside: Enemy has connections to characters in my other books (X Club: For You), but is a standalone. Contains dub con, see CW for full details.
When Perfection Collides With Chaos, Sparks Fly
Crispin Eladrin, desk fae at the Office of the Lost, could find a needle in ten haystacks. His desk is so neat it would make an accountant blush, and he's never failed to complete a recovery mission. He has no idea how adorable he is, especially when he's at his most annoyingly officious.
Enter utterly chaotic Leopold Lane. His life is a masterclass in disastrous events--and it's about to get worse. He's the latest thing that Crispin has been sent to retrieve, but when they meet, sparks fly. Literally. And now they must find their way back before someone—or something—enchants them, eats them, or stomps them to death.
Neither knows why the Office of the Lost is so hell-bent on acquiring Leo, but they're determined to survive long enough to find out--and to see if opposites really do attract.
Jun Kim thrives as butler to the stars of L.A. His demanding job offers the perfect excuse to ignore his messed up family, and nonexistent love life. But his tidy, organized world is turned up-side-down when he’s hired to serve L.A.’s most challenging client: a depressive screenplay writer who quit writing after a nervous breakdown.
Once a shining writer-director, Einar Eriksen has become a shut-in after a crippling professional failure. He’s sworn to never write another script, and resents the movie studio for hiring a butler to spy on him. But as Einar learns of Jun’s wounded past, he commits to helping Jun toward self-acceptance, and unlocking his butler’s hidden sensual side…
For You, Sir is a sweet & spicy contemporary hurt/comfort MM Romance between an overachiever butler and his pleasure-Dom employer, where D/s play builds trust and empathy, and loving support can heal the wounds of the past.
The monsters are winning. Tentacled, brain-eating gyle have unleashed a full-scale invasion, and humanity is helpless against their mind-control powers.
When novice elf mage, Ambrose, is commissioned by the King to halt the invasion, he thinks there must be a mistake—he’s wildly underqualified. Fortunately, he’s paired up with Kilgore the Conqueror, a brooding orcish war hero Ambrose has secretly been thirsting over for years.
Unfortunately, their mission is headed by Grist—a sociopathic gyle traitor who’s as cruel as he is clever. The manipulative gyle can read his companions’ every thought, and enjoys torturing Ambrose and Kilgore with their darkest secrets and forbidden attraction to each other. The trio has only seven days to save the world, but they must learn to trust each other first.
Monsters & Mind Games is an exciting MM fantasy adventure with complex characters, plot twists, and a wickedly funny villain that will keep you guessing right up to the happily ever after.
(Note: This standalone novel contains extra-spicy spice, and is intended for mature readers.)
Ambrose woke to the screeching of scrub jays. It was barely light, and the dawn mist blanketed the clearing with a blueish haze. The previous night’s fire was reduced to dregs of ash with a few wisps of smoke trailing away.
Ambrose’s hip and shoulder ached from lying on the hard ground. He sat up, and more blankets fell off than he’d had the night before. Kilgore must have thrown his own bedroll and rabbit fur blanket over him in the night. Ambrose flushed, touched by the gesture. It was more kindness than he expected from his own mother, and certainly more than he deserved after his foolishness with the wisps. He rubbed the luxurious fur between his fingers. He’d always pictured Kilgore as brave and determined, but never pictured him tender-hearted as well.
READ MOREHe crawled out from under the blanket and got to his feet, the morning chill quickly invigorating him. The tips of his long ears were numb with cold and he cupped a hand over his nose and mouth to warm himself with his breath.
Kilgore saddled their horses with a chunk of pork jerky dangling from his mouth. He chomped on the meat while he attached their packs. His breath puffed visibly from his nostrils, but he seemed unaffected by the cold.
“G’morning,” Ambrose said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Kilgore smirked at him. “Nice hair.”
Ambrose reached up to touch his head. His shoulder-length hair had become a tangled bird’s nest in the night. He started combing his fingers through, and Kilgore threw him a chunk of jerky. The adage “hunger is the best spice” proved true. The meat was hard as leather and took forever to chew, but his mouth watered for it.
Kilgore began buckling himself into his breastplate. “Let me help,” Ambrose said, eager to make himself useful. He’d learned how to do this for his father when he was still alive.
Ambrose cinched the straps and worked the buckles with practiced fingers. His breath caught in awe as Kilgore’s massive shadow fell over him. The top of Ambrose’s head didn’t quite reach the orc’s shoulder and he stood close enough for Ambrose to savor his warm masculine scent…
Ambrose counseled himself to be professional. He shouldn’t take advantage of the moment and touch Kilgore unnecessarily. But the idea proved too much temptation. He stroked a finger down the orc’s thick lateral muscles and shivered pleasantly at the feel of hard ridges hidden beneath Kilgore’s linen shirt. Ambrose thought he could get away with the caress unnoticed, hoping it would be mistaken for a slip of the finger, but Kilgore looked down as soon as he did it.
Ambrose flushed and kept his eyes focused on his task. “S-sorry.”
“For what?” Kilgore asked.
Ambrose shook his head to dismiss the topic. Maybe it was just a coincidence the orc looked down when he did. “Thank you for the blanket.”
Kilgore cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. “No problem,” he mumbled.
Ambrose stepped back to admire his work. The orc looked powerful in his armor, like a real hero.
“We’re a few hours’ ride from the falls,” Kilgore said. “The gyle will be there.”
Ambrose’s stomach clenched in fear, but he kept a straight face. “I’m ready.”
Kilgore caught Ambrose’s eye with an intense gaze. His eyes were a lovely, rich brown. “You can run. I won’t blame you. I’ll say you disappeared in the night.”
Ambrose’s heart fell. “You have so little faith in me?”
Kilgore shook his head. “You don’t have to die. You’ve got something to live for.”
Ambrose drew his brows together. “And you don’t?”
Kilgore held his gaze, steady and unflinching. Ambrose realized that was his answer.
“Stop trying to get rid of me,” Ambrose said. “It’s the King’s orders.”
Kilgore rolled his eyes a little at the mention of the King. Perhaps he really thought the King wanted him dead. Or he respected Irial’s authority more than her father’s.
“I’m going with you,” Ambrose insisted. He drew himself up to full height, but the effect felt lost when the orc towered well over a foot taller.
COLLAPSE
