Ker Dukey

From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a fast-paced, hot, instalove standalone lunchtime read from their KKinky Reads collection Dreams are supposed to be encouraged. Not mine. My brother likes to keep me on a tight leash, tethered to an unexceptional life. But when Ronan Hayes walks into our family-owned bar, he opens my cage and offers me freedom. Ronan wants to give me the world. A chance to take flight and soar. He sees something special in me, and I want nothing more than to be that for him. Special. He's my dream maker. My shot. My hope. My everything. Ronan craves to take care of me. A protector. A confidant. A provider. A lover. He wants to daddy me. And I want to let him. This is a steamy, kinky romance sure to make you blush A perfect combination of sweet and sexy you can devour in one sitting You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon This is not a dark romance.

From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster, comes a steamy standalone novella from their KKinky Reads collection I had a plan. Make Ren Hayes pay. But plans don't always turn out the way we want them to. He was found not guilty of murdering my best friend. But that doesn't make him innocent. In my eyes, he's guilty. Guilty of charming everyone around him into believing his innocence. Guilty of being so intoxicating I forget who he is-what he is. And guilty of awakening parts of me I never knew existed before his touch. I know eventually, I'll succumb. His allure beckons me. Keeping me on the edge of madness between lust and hate. In the end, it's me who's guilty. Guilty of allowing him to take my breath away. This is a super steamy romance sure to take your breath away A perfect combination of sweet and sexy with a smidgen of suspense that you can gobble up in just an hour or two You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon This is not a dark romance.

From international bestselling authors, Ker Dukey and K Webster comes a steamy standalone story from their KKinky Reads collection They have one job. Keep me safe. But none of us are safe against the allure we have when we're together. Control and professionalism used to be something they prided themselves on. But now that we're secluded and alone, lines blur and control quickly loses to need. Someone is trying to snuff out my life, but they may not get the chance if I'm devoured whole by my saviors first. This is a fiery-hot mfmmm romance sure to make you self-combust A perfect combination of sweet and sexy with a smidgen of suspense You'll get a happy ending that'll make you swoon This is not a dark romance.

I was born with wealth, athletic ability, and looks that could melt the panties off a nun. I had a clear path to success. Until fate dealt me a cruel blow, leaving me empty and in need of purpose. My only focus now is to become part of The Elite-a secret society in one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. But everything comes at a price, and with The Elite, you have to earn your place. Lucky for me, being sinful is in my DNA. The only obstacle to full initiation is my task: seduce the un-seducible, the forbidden, and lure her with the sins of the flesh. Easy for a man like me...in theory. She started as my task, but what happens when the lines between lust and love blur, and the need for power rages war with the need for her? Accept your sin wisely, for the tasks given to earn your place are not for the weak-they're for The Elite. This is my life, my chance, my legacy. I am Rhett Masters. I am Lust.

The Volkov name is one I longed for. Their household is one I grew up in, but not as an equal-as a maid's son. This didn't stop me from becoming a man to be reckoned with. But even with my rightful name finally given to me, I still feel adrift. Until her. Everything I did was for acceptance. Everything I lost brought me to my family. To this life. To her. I fought for my status. I fought for my sisters. And I will fight to the death for my angel. She has shown me there is light in our pitch-black world. That the stars can't shine without the darkness of night. She is the stars, and I am the sky in which she shines. There is evil lurking in the shadows we create. The corruption and depravities of the First Families have become toxic and are infecting us all from within. Games have been played, and now, they must end. I am Vas. Vocal. Voracious. Vindictive. Volkov. A devil in love with an angel, and together, we're going to rule Hell on Earth. ***This is book three in The V Games series. Vlad and Ven must be read first in order to understand this story.***

I am devious, a dark soul, and son to a dead man-or am I? I plan many moves ahead to get the result I want. Her. Things may be complicated, but we were always destined for each other. I'll protect her from any threat and defend my interests, even if it means going against my own brothers. My name is Nixon Pearson. I'm ruthless and deadly, but also devoted. People may think I'm young and na ve, but that's just a mask I wear to fool them.

The Vetrov name comes with expectation. My role in this world is simple: do as Father asks and live my life how he planned it. My future is already written: run the empire. Old Values. Old Rule. Old Money. Until her. Everything I do lacks purpose. Everything I do is empty. Women. Money. Power. It meant nothing. Until her. When the Volkov rose showed up at my home a disgraced package, hand-delivered by a Vasiliev prince, I began paving my own path. I vowed to make her bloom once more. She consumed me. Her. Her. Her. But you can't love a rose and expect not to be damaged by her thorns. She cut me too deep. And I bled out. My soul fled. All that's left is a cold, calculating monster. I am Veniamin. Volcanic. Victorious. Valiant. Vetrov. When you enter my world to play games, prepare to lose. In the end, I always find the thorn in my side, and I pluck it right out.

I am dark. Calculating. A single father. I have secrets that would horrify most people. Stalking is a habit I refuse to break-and what happens after is a sweet reward. My life is exactly the way I have designed it. But an undeserving, sick monster is dating my only daughter. Until I deal with my problem, I can't truly enjoy everything I've created. My name is Jax Wheeler. I'm a twisted, evil, insane man. People may be afraid of me, but it doesn't stop them from wanting me.

The Vasiliev name is a powerful one. We rule with an iron fist and we do it well. Being the eldest, I am Father's best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain. Everything I do has purpose. Everything I do has reason. Until her. I play my games thinking several moves ahead. Power. Power. Power. Until her. The next move requires I marry and soon. This will strengthen us and secure our position. But I am not to marry her. I am to wed the eldest Volkov. Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart. It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever. Her. Her. Her. In this game, though, it's not about what I want. But maybe it can be about what she wants. I am Vlad. Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev. And I will win eventually.

When a reckless act upsets the balance between two MC clubs, everyone is fair game in the war that erupts. Avery belongs to Lilith's Army now, after being taken against her will, but she isn't just anyone, she's a Cutter's MC Princess, and they don't take kindly to people taking what's theirs. As Avery's life starts to spiral out of control, she finds that her only hope of survival is to put her trust in the man she doesn't trust at all. The only man that can bring destruction to not only both clubs, but also to her heart. When the fallout reaches beyond just the two clubs, the consequences bring death, devastation, and chaos for everyone. The dynamics of both clubs change forever in the wake that follows. Fate isn't done teaching Avery that life isn't always better with the devil you know sometimes it's with the devil you don't.

This is a Dark romance for 18 years and over. Evi Devil. Yes, that is really my name. The irony is not lost on me. I was created from two evil souls and have the name to prove it. Devil worshipers, perverts, murderer. Is all terms used to describe the parents I refuse to remember. My mind will not allow me to. And why would I want to? One born with dirty blood running through her veins can never truly be clean from its murky hue. No matter what they try to tell me happened in my past, my mind denies me access, therefore how can I know it is true? How can I believe that is what I am born from? Glimpses of my past haunt me, the screams of terror echo in the silent darkness of my memories, trying to remind me that my Mother went from room to room butchering our family. I have learned from scars that I suffered abuse and that my Father and siblings were not my Mother's only victims. Hearing what they tell me. Reading the words printed in the papers. None of it can prepare me for what's to come. My biggest lesson is learning that some memories we suppress for a reason.

One phone call. One secret. One moment changed us all. Everything is different now and learning to survive all over again comes with a price. Deception, heartbreak, and sorrow implode the relationships that were once strong. The lines are drawn, who will cross it?

Benny had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick. Just like him, his dolly needed darkness as a fix, fix, fix. So they tormented and hunted and played tricks, tricks, tricks. Together their sins a lethal mix, mix, mix. Until Benny missed his dolly who was lost, lost, lost. He needed to find her and love her at any cost, cost, cost. Not wanting him and his dolly to be alone, lone, lone. He made plans to bring his dirty dolly, home, home, home. Have you ever touched another's soul with the essence of your own, breathed them in so they become apart of you? I have. Finally starting to live, feel and fall in love, amongst all the chaos surrounding me. Dropping my guard and letting another into my heart. I left my soul open. I left my heart open. I left the door open. And he stole me. Dillon... I'm sorry.

SIX Men By Numbers Series I grew up in the foster system and bounced around from place to place. I know what you're thinking. Bad things happened to me and fucked me up? Don't feel bad for me. I didn't know a privileged life, therefore I didn't miss one. I was what I was and I made it work. I actually had a few good homes in my lifetime, met some good people, but that's not what my story's about. It's not a Romeo and Juliet saga either, even if our stories do revolve around a similar basis. I knew a real love, a rare love, a love between two people that were never supposed to fall in love. Rival gang members are never allowed to fall in love and it cost us everything. The things I learned growing up the way I did is this: Love is deadly and often not real. People come and go and only the rare few stick around when shit gets tough. I learned the hard way what lurks behind false smiles, and that deceitful truths get whispered in sexual moans. I was taught that dark souls are not born but created, and you can avoid them, hide from them or learn and become them. Revenge sculpted and molded me into the darkest of souls, and with my wrath comes agony and torment more severe than hell itself. I took out six of the men who hurt my woman and I will be coming for the rest. Get in my way and I'll come for you too.

We came from nothing and were given a second chance at life, and life was pretty good until it tipped on its axis and my world came tumbling down around me. My Baby Sister is missing... Stolen... Lost... I've never felt this helpless before now, the vacant hole inside me expanding with each passing second of not knowing where she is. What's she going through? Is she hurt? Suffering? Alive? The more I learn of her disappearance the more fear implants itself inside my heart, hardening - darkening. The world is a depraved place, full of evil lurking behind normality. Behind smiles. Behind deception and facades. She needs me and I will do whatever it takes to find her. Whatever.