"They’ve got a knotty, yacht-y problem.
Sunshine
He’s the most notorious grump in the world. An irresistibly sexy billionaire. And my new boss.
But I’m only on his megayacht for the money. If I can make it through the week, I’ll have enough to keep my slightly illegal betasitting business afloat, convince my parents I have what it takes to be the captain of my fate, and sail off into the sunrise.
It’ll be fine, as long as I don't fall off the yacht.
Or fall on Grumpy’s one-eyed pocket pirate.
Or fall in love.
Grumpy
She’s not a beta. She’s not a sitter. And she sure as hell can’t be my true mate, because the ray of sunshine taking care of my niece is everything I don’t need.
A gorgeous gold digger, eighteen years younger than me, and so sweet she makes my teeth ache to claim her as mine.
For the week at least. Or maybe forever.
It’ll be fine, I’ll just keep her at a distance. How hard could I be?
I mean, how hard could it be?
Narrated by Michelle Price and Tyler Griffin, Sunshine's Grump is a standalone, knotty, billionaire romantic comedy with heart, heat, humor, and a happy ever after. Mature listeners only."
"Vali has never desired a man, until today. But her curiosity may get her killed.
When the madam of The Rutting Sow sends innocent Vali on a dangerous errand, she begs an old friend for help. To repay the favor, Vali ends up cleaning chamber pots for an upscale cathouse, The Frisky Kitten.
She should go straight home, but it’s specials night at the Kitten, and every keyhole opens a world of new, naughty ideas.
But when a mysterious man catches Vali watching and chases her through the night, she ends up running for her life…. and straight into a trap.
Mischief, mayhem, and missing servants … is Vali the next to vanish?
Narrated by Kit Swann, this short story is a prequel to The King’s Omega, a full-length historical fantasy why choose Omegaverse novel. While this story is only slightly naughty, the series is very steamy and for adult readers only."
"Perfect billionaire husband? Check.
Perfect best friends? Check and check.
Perfectly hideous holiday sweater?
Checkity mother freaking check.
There's only one thing I need: for my husband to stop acting like the last month of pregnancy is a no-knotting zone. Well, that and to win the company ugly holiday sweater contest before I go into labor.
Thank goodness I have my best friends, my perfectly emo niece, and a doctor who happens to be my aunt to help me.
Grumpy's Holiday Sweater is a peek back into the lives of Soleil and Giovanni Grantham, nine months after the events in Sunshine's Grump. You need to listen to that book to fully enjoy the knotty humor in this short story!"
"What's in a name? Everything.
When I left Sanctuary in a cloud of glitter, I thought I knew exactly who I was. But in the Celestial Realm, it's clear I had it wrong. And so did everyone else.
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According to the shiniest of all the Celestials, I'm something new and unexpected. To my surprise, I also have a family. But their warm, naked welcome won't matter, because I may have left a part of my soul back in Sanctuary, and I'm fading fast.
All alone, armed only with an unusual gift from the Goddess of Glitter, I must sing myself across the void to rescue my nemesis/secret crush, the lost angel I've loved forever, my best birch's mate-to-be, and the million-thread-count sheets I desperately miss. But to win against the Abyss, permanent, painful choices will need to be made.
And this time, I'm not the sacrifice.
Contains mature themes."
"Names have power. Even awful ones.
I called myself Feather. But really? I was Useless. So I chose to save Sanctuary, though that meant I lost everything: my majestic sheets, my old name, my fudging body . . . and my sweet, sexy soulmate.
When the super-hot and literally horny Rumple sends me back home, not everyone busts out the confetti. You'd think by sacrificing myself, I would have solved a lot of problems. But I only uncovered more, and made some new, powerful, glitter-hating enemies.
When Protectors start to disappear, I'm stuck wandering through Sanctuary's basement/sex dungeon to find them . . . and that's where I discover a terrible truth. The real danger isn't on the other side of the Great Gate.
It was inside Sanctuary all along.
Contains mature themes."
"I'm no angel . . . or am I?
Nameless. Forgotten. Lost on Earth for centuries with a disembodied voice as my only friend. Protecting the vulnerable without any help from above. No one to explain the rules. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
So when High Angelus Gavriel finds me killing a very bad man, can he really blame me? Before I can explain, he drags me back to the place he swears is my home: Sanctuary.
Halfway between Earth and the Celestial Realm, Sanctuary would be paradise if it weren't for the daily decontamination showers, hours spent carving the murder-marks off my skin to discover my true name, and thousands of prim and proper angels who tell me I stink. Literally.
I'm the dirtiest Protector they've ever seen, but I can't stop fantasizing about Gavriel and his best friends. Those sexy-as-sin High Angeli don't know what to do with me, but I have a few ideas. I just need to find out my name so they'll see who I am deep down . . . even if I have a feeling I'm no angel.
But what happens when my name is revealed, and it's worse than anyone ever imagined?
Contains mature themes."
