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Deeper by Jenika Snow
When Stella Vincent's father gambled away her childhood home, it was up to her to get it back. But when she finally met the man who held the deed, she realized just how dangerous he really was.
And how much she wanted him.
Tate Wessen knew he was dangerous, and he counted on others realizing the same thing in order for him get what he wanted. Running an illegal underground fight club wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done.
When Stella walked into his office the obsession is instant. She'll do anything to get her father's house back, and he’s depraved enough to use that to his advantage. What he offers her was very simple.
She must submit to him in any way he saw fit for the next two weeks. After that her father's debt was absolved.
The only problem was, he found himself falling for Stella and knowing that letting her walk away wasn’t an option.
Warning: This story was previously published under the same title. It’s since been re-edited, revised, and new content has been added. There may be graphic material some readers find offensive.
*blurb unedited/not finalized*
And how much she wanted him.
Tate Wessen knew he was dangerous, and he counted on others realizing the same thing in order for him get what he wanted. Running an illegal underground fight club wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever done.
When Stella walked into his office the obsession is instant. She'll do anything to get her father's house back, and he’s depraved enough to use that to his advantage. What he offers her was very simple.
She must submit to him in any way he saw fit for the next two weeks. After that her father's debt was absolved.
The only problem was, he found himself falling for Stella and knowing that letting her walk away wasn’t an option.
Warning: This story was previously published under the same title. It’s since been re-edited, revised, and new content has been added. There may be graphic material some readers find offensive.
*blurb unedited/not finalized*
Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.
She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.
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His Wrath by Jenika Snow
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Brea Collins's past kept resurfacing no matter how hard she tried to outrun it. When she finally settled in a small town, working at a club to save enough for what she hoped was her final escape, she never expected to meet Adrian Holden, a man who made her feel something other than fear.
Adrian's life had been far from a fairy tale. He fought in the Underground, an illegal cage fighting organization housed below an up and coming nightclub. It’s his anger and grief that fuel him, that make him the barbarian he was.
When he saw Brea, she calls out to every protective possessive instinct in him.
But their happiness can only last so long.
With two traumatic pasts and an uncertain future, there was bound to be something that drives them apart. But Adrian was determined to have Brea at all costs, and he would do everything in his power to ensure that, even if that meant raw knuckles and bodies at his feet.
Warning: Previously published under the title Adrian’s Wrath, this story has been revised, re-edited, and new content has been added.
Adrian's life had been far from a fairy tale. He fought in the Underground, an illegal cage fighting organization housed below an up and coming nightclub. It’s his anger and grief that fuel him, that make him the barbarian he was.
When he saw Brea, she calls out to every protective possessive instinct in him.
But their happiness can only last so long.
With two traumatic pasts and an uncertain future, there was bound to be something that drives them apart. But Adrian was determined to have Brea at all costs, and he would do everything in his power to ensure that, even if that meant raw knuckles and bodies at his feet.
Warning: Previously published under the title Adrian’s Wrath, this story has been revised, re-edited, and new content has been added.
“Look at me. I want you to see how much I want you.” Their gazes stayed locked, and her breath caught at the intensity in his expression. “You’re beautiful, Brea. Inside and out.” He dipped his head to kiss her lightly. To her disappointment he didn’t deepen it, and instead ended it far too soon. “Whatever happened to you doesn’t shape who you are as a person. It might control you temporarily, but inside, under all that hurt and pain, is the real you just waiting to be awakened.”
The Wolf's Capture by Jenika Snow
It should have just been a simple vacation, away from everyone and everything to clear my head. But I soon realized I wasn’t alone.
He stalked me, hunted me. I should’ve run faster, tried harder. But the truth was I liked him chasing me.
Wolf was a ruthless man, his way of living barbaric. Now he had me in his off-the-grid cabin, what he deemed my new home. I was his new wife, would have his babies.
I was his irrevocably.
I shouldn’t have felt arousal. But I did.
He’s not going to let me escape ... but then again, maybe I don’t want to.
Warning: This one has bite to it—even if it’s NOT paranormal! As per the usual ... it’s short and fast, pretty unrealistic, but it gets right down to the juicy bits. It’s one of those stories that will have you wanting to find your own Wolf in the woods.
Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.
She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.
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Touch Wood by Jenika Snow
The Ash brothers—they know how to handle their wood.
A new smoking-hot Ash Brothers novella from USA TODAY bestselling author Jenika Snow
I’ve been celibate for years, by choice. No woman has held my interest long enough to be worth sacrificing time spent at Ash Lumber, energy spent building the family business.
All that changed when a feisty redhead walked into our job-site trailer.
Andra.
Her skirts drive me crazy and her trying so hard to flat-out ignore me does the rest. Her flushed cheeks when we flirt are enough to send me to bed for a week.
Andra might be supervising this development deal, but there’s no way we’re going to be able to keep things professional around here. My celibate streak is over, and I owe it all to her.
I was a fiend for Andra, so far gone that stopping seemed like a distant thought. Even if I had the strength to walk away from this I wouldn’t have. I needed her in all ways, needed to claim her in the way that only I could. To make her mine. Andra would soon see I was the one in control, that I was the one who would give her pleasure, hear her calling out my name as she came.
I stood there staring at her, unable to take my gaze off her. She was perfection, beautiful…mine.
For The King by Jenika Snow
Willow. Flower shop owner and commoner.
I was her king, a ruthless and brutal ruler who didn’t back down.
And from the moment I saw her I knew she was mine. I had to have her, not just in my bed but also by my side. As my queen.
So I had her taken from her home and made a deal with her. I’d make sure her ailing mother was taken care of and pay off her debts if she agreed to one thing.
Be my wife and carry my heir.
What I wanted I got, and the only thing that I wanted more than all the riches and jewels in the world was her. Willow
Warning: Get your fancy clothes on—or off depending on how you roll—and get ready to dive into one hell of a royal love story. It’s got everything that presses your book buttons: a safe read that’s swoony, filthy, and delivers a HEA. It’s true what they say about this king ... he does always get what he wants.
I inhaled her panties again, that sweet scent of her pussy making my cock jerk in response. I was going to tear up her pretty virgin cunt, make it mine. She’d take all of my cock as I filled her womb with my seed, putting my heir deep inside of her, making sure she was linked to me forever.
Placing my hand between her thighs again—right over her now bared pussy—I added pressure. “Your cunt tells me you like what I’m doing, that even if you’re trying to be strong you know that I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” I growled out low. “You’re fucking soaked and it’s all because of me.”
Baby Maker by Jenika Snow
Tex
There was only one woman I wanted, and I’d been secretly lusting after her for years.
My sister’s friend.
That first time I saw Calissa was like a right hook to the face, taking me down until there was nothing left. She was my world.
She’s too young for me, too innocent, but that won’t stop me from making her mine. There’s no stopping it, no controlling this possessive, primal need to claim her.
I’d have Calissa no matter what, as my woman, my wife ... with my baby inside of her.
Calissa
It was a forbidden desire to want your best friend’s older brother, but it was my reality. Tex was big and strong and a successful owner of a security company. He was definitely all man.
I’d thought he’d never see me as anything more than his sister’s friend. How wrong I was.
No more longing gazes or fantasies we were together.
He knew what he wanted out of life and apparently that was me ... pregnant with his child.
There was only one woman I wanted, and I’d been secretly lusting after her for years.
My sister’s friend.
That first time I saw Calissa was like a right hook to the face, taking me down until there was nothing left. She was my world.
She’s too young for me, too innocent, but that won’t stop me from making her mine. There’s no stopping it, no controlling this possessive, primal need to claim her.
I’d have Calissa no matter what, as my woman, my wife ... with my baby inside of her.
Calissa
It was a forbidden desire to want your best friend’s older brother, but it was my reality. Tex was big and strong and a successful owner of a security company. He was definitely all man.
I’d thought he’d never see me as anything more than his sister’s friend. How wrong I was.
No more longing gazes or fantasies we were together.
He knew what he wanted out of life and apparently that was me ... pregnant with his child.
Warning: This hero really knows what he wants and that's the heroine and getting her knocked up! But no worries, this story is still sweet--even if it is filthy--and you still get that Happily Ever After.
She’s real. This is fucking real.
“Are we really doing this?” she asked softly. “Is this really happening?”
Oh. Fuck. Yeah.
“It should have happened a while ago, Calissa. I should have made you mine when I first realized that’s what I wanted.” I took a step closer. “It was at the eighteenth birthday party. You’d been standing there in a white sundress, your hair piled high on your head, those little pearl earrings catching my eye.” I looked into her eyes. “You remember that night?”
She nodded slowly.
Knock On Wood by Jenika Snow
A new virgin-hero novella from USA TODAY bestselling author Jenika Snow
The Ash Brothers—they know how to handle their wood
They call me Big Johnny, and they’re not wrong. I’m big all over, and burly, too. But when it comes to her, I’m a freaking pussycat.
Flora.
There’s never been a time when she wasn’t on my mind, not even when she left Rockbridge for college. Those four years were the hardest of my life. Literally.
Saving myself for her has never been the problem. It’s telling her how I feel.
She’s back now and it’s painfully obvious to even a lumberjack like me: Flora’s not a teenager anymore. She’s a woman who knows what she wants.
That’s me…and the wood I’m packing.
The Ash Brothers—they know how to handle their wood
They call me Big Johnny, and they’re not wrong. I’m big all over, and burly, too. But when it comes to her, I’m a freaking pussycat.
Flora.
There’s never been a time when she wasn’t on my mind, not even when she left Rockbridge for college. Those four years were the hardest of my life. Literally.
Saving myself for her has never been the problem. It’s telling her how I feel.
She’s back now and it’s painfully obvious to even a lumberjack like me: Flora’s not a teenager anymore. She’s a woman who knows what she wants.
That’s me…and the wood I’m packing.
They called me Big Johnny because of my size. At six foot seven I was a beast compared to most men—even my brothers, who were well over six feet themselves. But there was one woman who made me feel even bigger than that.
Flora.
I stared off as the car pulled away from the lumberyard. Flora was in there, and yet I didn’t have the balls to go and speak with her. She was too young for me, too innocent. At only eighteen she had the entire world at her fingertips, her future so damn bright I wasn’t about to muck it up because I had feelings for her. I was twenty-five, seven years older, far too old to want anything romantic with her.
She’d bloomed into a woman. Before this summer I hadn’t paid much attention to her. She was just the daughter of family friends, not someone I’d even thought about. But shit, this past summer when we’d had that big cookout and she had come over with her folks, she was all woman. But I still wasn’t going to touch on that, wasn’t going to go after her. That would have been crossing a whole lot of fucking lines.
I wiped the sweat from my face with a rag I’d gotten out of the front of my truck. I stared off as the car disappeared down the road. I felt someone watching me and glanced at Noah. The look he gave me told me maybe he had a suspicion about what I felt for Flora, or maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe I was feeling guilt over it all. And I kind of did feel guilty. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, but the emotions were right there at the surface, wrapping their hands around my neck and refusing to let go.
Shit, it was good she was going off to college. She’d meet a nice guy her own age. But the very thought of that pissed me off. I felt rage boil up in me at the very thought of her with another guy, of some asshole touching her, holding her. I wanted to be the one to do that, to make sure she was safe.
Fuck, get a grip.
I finished wiping the sweat off and got back to work. No, her leaving was a good thing, even if it fucking sucked. And if she did meet some guy, had a nice life with him, well, she deserved that and I’d deal with it. I had no choice.
Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their two daughters. She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.
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