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I dragged a hand up over his gaping, twitching hole, gathering slick on my fingers like it was soap from a dispenser.

I will never get tired of the creative descriptions for slick in omegaverse books.

Mouth-knotting just leveled up.

How about a knotted spit-roasting?

The Omega’s already far gone, though, preparing himself as he widens his lips to take in the Alpha’s knot.

Watching him so needy for us has me giving in and filling him up, knot swelling inside his ass, as he takes Thane completely.

Bleak omegaverse with mouth-knotting spit-roasting perfection.

September has been a kinky month!

“I can’t stop thinking about fisting you. I know we can’t tonight.” He pushed his fingers in as deep as they could go, until I was panting. “But I want to be inside you, Roe. I keep thinking about the way you looked with that fat dildo in you. I remember the sounds you made. The way you bucked and convulsed. I want you to do it around my hand. Around my arm.”

This better not be another fist-teaser book!

“Captain,” Avra screeched.
“—even chatter has to be better than this racket.”
“Captain!!” Avra screeched.

Avra drew breath. “Captai—”
Oskar screamed again.
“This is even less of a sustainable situation,” said Nonso.
“Cap—”
Oskar screamed over him.
Avra waited until he fell silent, then quickly screeched, “Captain!”


I have never loved someone this loud and annoying in my life!
I love Avra.
Rowland effect?

“Listen, though, I can’t decide—do you think Tev would like it if you delivered me to them hog-tied?”



“Hello, incandescent one,” Avra said adoringly, lying hog-tied at Teveri’s feet on the deck of their ship.



Sometimes you just know right away you're going to love a book. 🐖🪢

Davin insists on using the oldest trick in the book* by dangling a new book sample at the end of her books. So here I am, ignoring my 12+ paused books to start this!

Men can ruin your reputation even after you die.

To survive, I played the role in which I was cast.

If I am to fend for myself, I want to be myself.

I blurted out, “I’d rather be Victor than Victorine.”

“So be Victor, if that’s what you want.”

How about a bi-awakening moment while kissing yourself? Your doppelgänger, or double, or clone, or whatever he is.

His double pulled him close and kissed Caleb on the mouth.

It's like identical twincest but the safe for work kind.

Me checking the sample to decide if I want to read it right now: sex pollen! Why didn't you lead with that?! Obviously reading immediately.

From the blurb:
Can he trust the cynical young smuggler?

Han Solo was a cynical young smuggler...

I have often observed that many people repeat themselves much of the time, generally to the apparent pleasure of all.

Not to the pleasure of this person! It's one of my pet peeves!

Anyway-
For anyone interested in reading this immediately, it's dropped early on Kobo, and it's free for Kobo+ subscribers.

Only 184 pages?! That's not enough time! 🥹

“Not squeamish. I’ve seen plenty of cadavers during classes. The only thing that makes me queasy is when they use the hammer and chisel to pop off the skull cap. Something about the sucking sound really sets my teeth on edge.”

Maya nodded. “Mine’s the rib crackers… Put me off roast chicken for a year after my first post-mortem. My undergrad’s in medicine, by the way. You?”

Well...I'm no longer hungry. Fear diet?

Holy shit, I intensely dislike every single sentence (that's a generous term) in this book so far.

Send help, I'm in a reading randomly based on recommendations downhill slide.

And I think… so much, actually.

What does that even mean?!

What do words mean. What is punctuation. Full sentences and thoughts, what are those? Who cares.

Banana.

I know, I'm also shocked I'm reading this.
I have been ranting and raving, cursing and insulting, and basically trashing Dulac at any chance I get.

This isn't some casual Nico dislike, this is full-on dude-bro no-boundaries stalkery immature annoying go the fuck away why-does-Ashe-have-to-write-the-most-annoying-characters level hatred.

And here I am, unable to avoid checking out his book. Unbelievable.

“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not. It’s fine. You’re your own person.” It was the most obvious lie he’d ever told. But jealousy was not an emotion for a gentleman. He was pretty sure about that. Sure, Marlon Brando or Yul Brynner could chew the scenery when their beloved was making eyes at another man, but in real life it didn’t do to get possessive like that.

I am so here for Sam's jealousy, all of it.

“Now then, Your Highness,” Vezan said as Fenyr’s breath spilled between his legs. “Show me how a fae whore sucks cock."

Me (3am): I need to read something. No, not the ARCs that are near due. Something else. No, I don't like this one, I'm not in the mood. Try again. And again. Waste an hour starting books.

Reluctant me: fine, I'll read the Elle Porter book I've been saving because I don't have many left. Success!

This book is amazing!

Hilarious banter, well-written women, sneaky tactics, monster hunting, slowburn, slow caretaking, cute as fuck pet names (little wolf & fox), horndog best friend with benefits, society outcasts, and some of my favorite tropes that I won't reveal!

Highly recommend jumping in without reading the blurb or reviews, some pretty fun stuff happens that is great as a surprise.

He frowns disapprovingly, but his voice is meek. “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t allow dogs.”
Daisy bows her head and whines, as if she couldn’t eat the man in one swallow.
Paimon smiles too kindly. “Yes, you do.”
The man’s eyes gloss over. “Yes, we do.”

Thank you, Morgan Dante, for giving me the King of Hell's version of a Jedi Mind Trick on May 4th, made my day! MTFBWY!

Nerd alert.

“These are all junk,” she said as she pointed to the tallest stack of manuscripts on his desk. “These ones are the maybes, this is a you-gotta-be-kidding-me, this one has too much nookie–”

“Hang on, what’s wrong with that?”

“Trust me, Mr. Quirke, it’s too much nookie.”

“We could trim the blue words.”

“Then the only words left would be he, she, in, out, and again.”

“Never mind.”

🤣

Of course I had to buy this! There's a Sully, a quokka-shifter who can't resist a dare and makes bad decisions when drunk. Like going into the scary forbidden woods. Rookie mistake.

“C’mon Sully! Dare you to go in!” one of the football team yelled.

“Sully, show us your wild side.”

“There’s a dingo! In the woods!” My words came out all strangled. “He tried to eat me!” Then I fainted.

So many Sullys in 2025!

“Will you eat as well, my lord? I’ve read conflicting things about vampires.”
“That is because whatever you can read must be for children.” Ponce. Bastard. Cunt.
Maël thinks, Go fuck your mother. Then again, while he is no history scholar, he imagines a noble aligned with the Habsburgs may see that as a proper suggestion.

I love this book. The vampire is a pompous and rude asshole with a hidden soft side (I hope...)

A man I don’t recognize appears, grabbing a fistful of my mother’s hair, yanking her head back, and drawing out another piercing scream. Why won’t she shut the fuck up? He starts to drag her down the hallway, and I know I should help her, my brain is telling me to go after them. She’s my mom after all. But I’m frozen in the bedroom. When did I completely stop giving a shit about her?

- Uh...not off to a good start.

He cleared his plate with fervour and appreciation, and with an eagerness for what would come next.
Next, this time, did not include being taken on the table.

Rude. What kind of meal doesn't include a getting fucked on the table course?

Also, this book is amazing. Highly recommend.

I am seriously stressed out about four sheep and whether or not they are alive.

That's something I didn't think I'd be experiencing today.

Romance, what romance, are the sheep going to make it or not?!

He sat there, listening to men devour their meal like ravenous wolves, wondering if this would be his last one.
“Are you going to kill me?” Folke asked between the fervent scrapes of forks.
An abrupt silence befell the room. Tense, as if they were mulling over their answer.

I love that I casually started reading a why choose sheepcore book and had no idea it was going to be a suspense stress mess.

“Are you some kind of moron? I’m not afraid of your twinkly little sparks of hellfire!”

“You’ve got quite a temper,” Javier said at last.

“You aren’t exactly sedate yourself.”

I was worried this wouldn't live up to my expectations after being on my TBR for so long and with 15 years of high reviews, but I love it!

Dad slides an arm around my back and tucks me against his side. I fit there perfectly—much like my mother did before she died, I imagine.


Oh, we are just leaning right into all the wrongs. 🤣

Nothing like some father/son incest erotica to perk me up.

He’d just gotten up to his neck when something brushed his leg. It was slimy, making him jolt, but before he could pull away, it enclosed around his ankle and tugged. His head slipped under just after he gasped in a breath.

The tentacle wasn’t large, smaller than most clients certainly, but as it went deeper, it wriggled.

Two more tentacles—how many did it have?—passed over his legs.

Straight to tentacle fucking

Disclaimer: The author in no way encourages sexual activity with a lamp or any other electic appliances. Actually, they strongly discourage it and anyone who happens to get injured for trying it can no way blame the author for their own poor decision making. This is a work of fiction and not a how-to manual, people. Use your brains.

Always read the disclaimers, people. 🤣

Javier’s uncovered eye narrowed. Probably the one behind the eye patch, too.

Even with just the one eye, Javier gave Nelson a look that told him they weren’t.

Javier looked at him, hard. Nelson felt like he was being X-rayed. Maybe losing sight in one eye was like losing one of the full senses. It sharpened whatever remained to a preternatural point.

Hey guys, did you know there's an EYE PATCH in this book?!

Maybe because he was Cuban. A rich Cuban. If such a thing even existed. Nelson tended to learn his politics as he needed them, and he’d never kept company with a Cuban before, so he only knew the generalities: Bay of Pigs, dictatorship, boat people, embargo. That sort of thing.


That sort of thing.