The annual corporate holiday gala was a sea of glittering gold tinsel, and desperate middle managers angling for promotions. Then, there was Ryder. Standing barely five-foot-two in towering Louboutin’s, she looked like a wrapped package of pure, concentrated trouble. With…
The air in the room is heavy, scented with sandalwood, jasmine, and the electric tension that follows a storm. In the center of it all sits Raven. She is a vision of midnight captured in silk and skin, her hair…
My Favorite Panty Boy: How I Turn Him Into My Pretty Little Secret I live for the moment a cocky guy realizes he’s not in charge anymore. I’m Jamie—long blonde hair that brushes the small of my back, a body…
The Mediterranean sun is brutal, but I am worse. I glide through the lobby of the Amalfi coast’s most exclusive resort, my six-foot frame encased in a skintight, liquid-black latex dress that clings to every curve like a second skin.…
They call me Ryder, a name that echoes with a jagged sort of promise, dominance and kink. At five-foot-nothing, I’m the smallest thing in any room, but I’ve learned early on that height is just a measurement, not a reflection…
The annual corporate holiday gala was a sea of glittering gold tinsel, and desperate middle managers angling for promotions. Then, there was Ryder. Standing barely five-foot-two in towering Louboutin’s, she looked like a wrapped package of pure, concentrated trouble. With…
The air in the room is heavy, scented with sandalwood, jasmine, and the electric tension that follows a storm. In the center of it all sits Raven. She is a vision of midnight captured in silk and skin, her hair…
My Favorite Panty Boy: How I Turn Him Into My Pretty Little Secret I live for the moment a cocky guy realizes he’s not in charge anymore. I’m Jamie—long blonde hair that brushes the small of my back, a body…
The Mediterranean sun is brutal, but I am worse. I glide through the lobby of the Amalfi coast’s most exclusive resort, my six-foot frame encased in a skintight, liquid-black latex dress that clings to every curve like a second skin.…
They call me Ryder, a name that echoes with a jagged sort of promise, dominance and kink. At five-foot-nothing, I’m the smallest thing in any room, but I’ve learned early on that height is just a measurement, not a reflection…