Feed your carnal appetite with three titillating tales of lust unleashed. This volume contains the first three books in the Carnal Pleasures Series: Carnal Gardens (Carnal Pleasures – Book 1): “Welcome to Grayson Estate where your hottest, most arousing sexual fantasies come to life. No desire is too big or too small; if you can dream it, we can arrange it. Contact us today and discover what we can do for you.” Well, who could refuse such an intriguing invitation? Certainly not single, thirty-something Sarah who is longing to shake up her life in a big way. A vacation to end all vacations seems just the ticket. But as she settles in to enjoy the carnal pleasures offered at the rambling, English country house known as Grayson Estate, Sarah has no idea how far reality will outstrip her wildest imaginings. (For a story excerpt, see the description on this book's sales page). ********************************* Carnal Fountain (Carnal Pleasures – Book 2): Aphrodite's Tears—a fountain supposedly cursed by the goddess of love herself. Now there's a not-to-be-missed sight. Or so thought travel writer Anna Sutton as she went in search of the mysterious and fabled fountain in the Greek village of Makrynitsa. What Anna could not have foreseen, however, was the storm of carnal desire unleashed by the water's touch. Nor the handsome stranger—also infected—who believes that Anna is meant for him. (For a story excerpt, see the description on this book's sales page). ********************************* Carnal Dancing (Carnal Pleasures – Book 3): Danse Charnelle—a members-only dance club boasting one simple rule: Complete nudity is prohibited. So why is Rhiannon Lassiter sitting alone in a club created for carnal play? Watching the barely-clad couples bouncing and thrusting on the dance floor, Rhia is asking herself the same question. So, too, is the club's owner, Sam Coulter. Sexy and unattached, Sam finds his solitary guest irresistible. Could a romp on the dance floor be far behind? (For a story excerpt, see the description on this book's sales page). ********************************* READER ADVISORY: This is a collection of three erotic short stories (approximately 22,690 words total) featuring hot, graphic sexual situations between consenting adults. Each of these books can also be purchased on their own. Enjoy!

“Welcome to Grayson Estate where your hottest, most arousing sexual fantasies come to life. No desire is too big or too small. Contact us today and discover what we can do for you.” Well, who could refuse such an intriguing invitation? Certainly not single, thirty-something Sarah who is longing to shake up her life in a big way. Unable to resist the promise of carnal pleasures, Sarah books the vacation of a lifetime at the elegant, country manor of Grayson Estate never imagining how far reality will outstrip her wildest fantasy. **Please note that this is the first book in the "Carnal Pleasures" series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled "Dream A Carnal Dream - Carnal Pleasures Collection, Volume 1." The collection contains "Carnal Gardens," "Carnal Fountain," and "Carnal Dancing." WARNING: In this erotic short story (approximately 7,000 words in length), you'll enjoy self-stimulation, multiple partners, oral, and outdoor loving in hot, graphic detail. All between consenting adults, of course. Have fun :) . EXCERPT: “Remove your robe,” a disembodied male voice rumbled from the darkness. “No clothing is permitted beyond this point.” Peering around, I sought the owner of that lovely, rumbling baritone, but saw only the vague outline of a tall body in the shadows between two of the torches. I hesitated a moment feeling both shy and a bit wicked at disrobing in front of someone I couldn't see. But when he didn't speak again, I unbelted the robe and let the silky material slide from my shoulders and pool at my feet. I felt terribly exposed as he remained silent, watching me. While I love how desirable I feel when a lover devours my body with their eyes, this unseen stranger's quiet regard made me self-conscious. Of their own nervous accord, my hands began to creep up to cover my private parts. “Stop,” he ordered. “You have a beautiful body and I wish to enjoy it.” I saw the shadowy outline shift, but he remained outside the circle of light. Show me yours and I'll show you mine, I couldn't help thinking, curious to know if the man's face and form were as delectable as his sexy voice. Still, this was all part of the fantasy, the foreplay to the main event, as it were, so I dropped my hands to my side and attempted to relax under his watchful gaze. “Better, but not quite what I want. Touch yourself.” The soft words from out of the blackness shivered down my spine. “I wish to see what pleases you.” Well, this was new. None of my previous lovers had elected to watch rather than participate in arousing me. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about pleasuring myself in front of this stranger, but something in his voice encouraged compliance, so I stroked my hands across my belly, over my ribs, and onto the soft swell of my breasts. My nipples were already perky and as I gently squeezed and massaged them into further hardness, I imagined my watcher's lips and tongue nibbling and sucking. Those images, in turn, ignited a tingling interest in my groin and, without conscious thought, I moved one hand to stroke between my legs. I spread the silky wetness to my clit and began lightly rubbing the sensitized nub. My mental movie coupled with my body's arousal had me so enthralled that, when he spoke again, I started at the interruption. “Very good,” he breathed in a voice roughened by lust. “Come closer and recline there.” He waved at a raised, stone platform with a well-padded top. With that brief gesture, his arm abandoned the shadows to reveal a muscled forearm sprinkled with dark hair. Long, slender fingers put me in mind of a musician or artist, and tantalized with sensuous images of touching and caressing. I was hungry to see the rest of him. Crossing to the indicated lounger, I settled myself upon it, positioning my body so that, with legs spread, he had an unobstructed view. The desire I'd heard in his voice ignited a wantonness that both amazed and thrilled me. I continued to stroke my dripping slit, lightly swirling my finger around my clit, the tension building by the minute. Was he waiting for me to come? Would he show himself then?

Danse Charnelle—a members-only dance club boasting one simple rule: Complete nudity is prohibited. So why is Rhiannon Lassiter sitting alone in a club created for carnal play? Watching the barely-clad couples bouncing and thrusting on the dance floor, Rhia is asking herself the same question. So too is the club's owner, Sam Coulter. Sexy and unattached, Sam finds his solitary guest irresistible. Could a romp on the dance floor be far behind? **Please note that this is the third book in the "Carnal Pleasures" series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled "Dream A Carnal Dream - Carnal Pleasures Collection, Volume 1." The collection contains "Carnal Gardens," "Carnal Fountain," and "Carnal Dancing." READER ADVISORY: This is an erotic short story (approximately 5,500 words in length) featuring hot, graphic sexual situations between consenting adults. Enjoy! EXCERPT: I allowed Sam to draw me to my feet, thrilled by the desire heating his eyes. A desire I fully reciprocated. But when he pulled me toward the dance floor, I hesitated. I really liked this man and didn't want a too-quick coupling to prevent a deeper connection. “Relax,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and drawing me close enough to murmur in my ear. “We'll dance and observe, not participate. Only as much as you're comfortable with,” he promised. Then grinning wickedly added, “This time.” He captured my lips in a quick kiss that instantly had me hungering for more, then dragged me out on the floor. Threading our way through lust-filled couples, naked breasts bouncing energetically while bare asses flexed and thrust, I quickly grew aroused and would have been happy to stop anywhere for further observation. But Sam seemed to have a particular destination in mind. Just as I feared I might have to abandon my reservations and attack my companion right then and there, he stopped and spun me into his arms until my back was pressed to his chest, my butt snuggled against his groin. “I like these two the best,” he whispered, nodding at an attractive couple in their late twenties or early thirties. “They know how to enjoy themselves.” “And the others don't?” My dismay soon turned to understanding as I watched the couple dance. Either they'd been on the floor for awhile or it was a return visit because both were shirtless. Dancing back to front, like Sam and I were, the woman's firm, rosy-tipped breasts pointed skyward as she arched her back and linked her hands behind her companion's neck. One of his hands cupped a breast while the other was busy under her short skirt. She saw me watching and smiled a cat-in-the-cream smile, then lifted the tiny skirt so that I had a better view of her lover's hand. His finger moved gently in the folds of her slit, pausing to fondle her cli*t before resuming his slow caress. I couldn't help but squirm, rubbing my butt against Sam's hard erection until he loosed a guttural groan in my ear and cupped my mound through my leggings to hold me still. “You're going to make me break my promise,” he warned, pressing a finger against my slit. His free hand lightly brushed the hard bud of my nip*ple through my shirt. I suddenly wished that I'd chosen different clothing—something more accessible—because I wanted nothing more than the feel of Sam's skin against mine. Especially when the female dancer shifted her hips to the side to reveal her man's hard c*ock, rampant and ready for action. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she began to stroke, syncing her rhythm to his fondling of her pus*sy. I undulated my hips against Sam, my cu*nt as wet and slippery as the woman's I watched. Sam increased the pressure of his finger against my mound, while he squeezed my nip*ple. I watched with bated breath as the woman released that engorged c*ock and repositioned herself in front of her lover. I moaned, anticipating what was coming. The woman widened her stance and reached between her legs, guiding that delicious spear of hard flesh into her wet core. Transfixed, I gasped with her as the man's wide crown penetrated her damp folds and he buried his shaft to the root in her soft, willing body. Bliss suffused her face as he began to thrust.

**BOOK EXCERPT INSIDE OF THE KINDLE EDITION** For a juicy, toe-curling story excerpt, click on the book cover of the Kindle edition. MATURE READERS ONLY. This is an erotic short story (approximately 7,000 words / 38 pages)."Welcome to Grayson Estate where your hottest, most arousing sexual fantasies come to life. No desire is too big or too small; if you can dream it, we can arrange it. Contact us today and discover what we can do for you."Well, who could refuse such an intriguing invitation? Certainly not single, thirty-something Sarah who is longing to shake up her life in a big way. A vacation to end all vacations seems just the ticket. But as she settles in to enjoy the carnal pleasures offered at the rambling, English country house known as Grayson Estate, Sarah has no idea how far reality will outstrip her wildest imaginings.

The complete bundled entire saga all in one! All 7 books with multiple to several stories in one bundle all about post-humanism, socio-critical, vampiric, supernatural, post-apocalyptic, gothic-horror, psychological, and nothing but a good bloodshed of a slaughterhouse in one book! Enjoy!

WE ARE CAUGHT UP IN THE RAT RACE. We're stuck in the day-in and day-out mundanity of life. But God wants us to dream with Him. He gives us the desires of our hearts, and He want us to build ourselves up in our faith and pursue those dreams. The enemy comes with doubt, unbelief, religious thinking, and other obstacles to combat our dreams. Ward off spiritual attack and acheive your dreams with a prayer action plan. After receiving one wild prophecy, prophetess Jennifer LeClaire was inspired to chase after the God of her dreams-the One who ultimately makes all dreams come true. Dream Wild will set a Holy Ghost fire under people to pursue God of the desires He put in their hearts. Each chapter begins with a short prophetic word, and the book includes stories of inspiration, overcoming challenges, gaining victory, and experiencing God's power as they relate to building one's faith to dream.

This is a non-linear, telling, of a couple through their graphic and sordid sexual exploits. This is not your grandmother's romance novel, nor is it a collection of fluffy long drawn-out erotica stories. This at best could be described as, a fast-paced, straight to the point, crude expos� of a couple's carnal desires, played out. It will not be for everyone, nor should it.Currently, I am set to go to the eXXXotica Expo at the start of November. I am hoping to generate more capitol so I can add a bit more material to this book. So, I am offering it for sale from now until the convention is over. So, this will be a unique run. Honestly, I'd only order the ebook from here. If you go to the website and order the softcover copy you'll get a better deal.

On the eve of the most important presentation of his career, Chase is nervous as hell. Fortunately, his lovely colleague Laura has just the cure for his angst. She's been harboring a hot lusty fantasy with Chase in the starring role. But will she share? Chase is willing to bet that some hand-to-ass persuasion is all the encouragement Laura needs. Please note that this is the first book in the three book “Sex In The Office” series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled “Sex In The Office – Volume 1.” The collection contains “Spanked In The Conference Room,” “Loved In The Elevator,” and “Banged In The Board Room.” WARNING: In this erotic short story (approximately 4,100 words), you'll enjoy spanking, oral, m/f, and m/m action in hot, graphic detail. All between consenting adults, of course. Have fun :) . EXCERPT: The lace top of her thigh-high stockings peeked out from the hem of her skirt. Chase couldn't resist the offered temptation. He stroked his hands up the outside of her thighs, lifting her skirt higher. He groaned at the firm, smooth flesh revealed by the tiny black thong she was wearing under her skirt. Laura's ass was a work of art. He stroked and squeezed the sweet mounds. She moved her butt against his hands. “Ooh, that feels so good. I've been fantasizing all day about you touching me like this.” “Have you now?” Chase unzipped her skirt and slid it down over her hips. Laura stepped out of the clothing, pushed the stack of drawings out of her way, and stretched out further across the conference room table. She widened her stance and wiggled her ass in wanton invitation. “And what other wicked thoughts have you been thinking?” Chase gave her a playful slap on the rump, savoring the faint pink imprint left by his hand. Laura moaned. “You're making me so wet.” Chase brought his hand down with firm authority on the other cheek, then slipped his fingers between her legs. Laura hadn't been exaggerating; her slit was slippery with lubrication. Delving higher under her thong, he found her cl*toris and lightly fondled the sensitive nub. “Tell me about your fantasies,” he ordered, as she moved her hips against his fingers, increasing the friction. “It's the middle of the work day and we're in the conference room, just like now,” Laura began. “Just like now?” Chase asked, a note of incredulity in his voice. “Would you disrupt the whole office with your wanton behavior, woman?” “No. Yes!” Laura amended with a soft cry as Chase spanked her again with more force. “You are a very bad girl,” Chase exclaimed, glowering at her with feigned anger. “Stand up,” he said, stepping away from her. “Turn around.” He eyed her s*xy body. The delightful mounds of her br*asts pushing out of the top of her bra, the tiny triangle of satin hiding her wet p*ssy. His c*ck thrummed with the need to bury itself in Laura's quivering slit. Not yet. It'll only get better. Chase walked across the room to the informal sitting area and threw himself down on the couch. Frowning, he beckoned her closer. “You will tell me every detail of this dirty fantasy of yours. Leave out nothing or your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?”

Christian Delornay hires a young widow to be his assistant at his mother's Madame Helene's Pleasure House with the intention of instructing her in the ways of sensual seduction.

Claire and Jack have been lusting after each other since they met at the office several months ago. But what's a horny young couple to do when they work all the time and quick gropes in dark corners no longer suffice? Jack and Claire devise the perfect rendezvous in Claire's favorite fantasy spot. Will the would-be lovers consummate their desire as planned? Or will they get caught loving each other in the elevator? **Please note that this is the second book in the three book “Sex In The Office” series. The series is available as individual stories or as a collection titled “Sex In The Office – Volume 1.” The collection contains “Spanked In The Conference Room,” “Loved In The Elevator,” and “Banged In The Board Room.” WARNING: This erotic short story (approximately 5,800 words) contains graphic language and hot, explicit scenes between consenting adults. Have fun :) . EXCERPT: The instant that the doors were closed again, Jack had Claire up against the wall, kissing her heatedly. His tongue stroked hers while his hands slipped under her skirt to cup her ass. “I thought we'd have to wait even longer and I'm not sure I could.” “No,” Claire gasped, unzipping his fly and freeing his c*ck. Jack loosed a guttural groan as her hand wrapped around his engorged erection. “That feels so good,” he said, thrusting into her hand. He reached to undo the buttons on her blouse and buried his face in her cleavage, kissing the full mounds spilling out the top of her sexy, lace bra. “These are what I was thinking of when I was jerking off today. You have amazing bre*sts, Claire.” Trying to retain some slight grasp on sensibility as Jack nuzzled her bre*sts, Claire breathed, “We have to stop the elevator.” Between floors. That way they wouldn't be interrupted. And Claire most definitely didn't want to be interrupted while Jack's hard c*ck was buried in her wet p*ssy. Her groin tingled just thinking about that pending pleasure—too long forestalled. She reached for the elevator's control panel, but couldn't quite touch the STOP button. Jack lifted his face from her boobs long enough to stab at the controls. With a lurch, the elevator stopped its upward climb. Smiling at her, his eyes glazed with desire, Jack pushed her open blouse off her shoulders and let the silky material drift to the floor. “Show me your bre*sts, Claire.”