Hot Springs Werewolf, Part 2 (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance)


Hot Springs Werewolf, Part 2 (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance)

Harper Finch is meant to be settling in to her new life. Part-time job as a waitress at Greasy Manna and writing her novel. Simple. Uncomplicated. Until she met Red Guile. Builder. Alpha werewolf. Unbelievably hot.

But there are other werewolves in town interested in her arrival. One is Freyr: tall, dark and dangerous and soon things get complicated.

Red invites her to a dance at the Historical Society. It’s meant to be a chance to meet new people and to maybe get closer to Red. But the past for the Finch family is everywhere in Hot Springs and Harper has stepped in the middle of a war that has been brewing for decades.

She just doesn’t know it yet…

This 9700+ word story is part two in a hot new werewolf erotic romance series from Emily Cantore. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a curvy bbw girl and a sexy werewolf alpha. Intended only for mature audiences 18+!


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The world slipped away and it was just the two of us. Red moved with grace and power, spinning me away, pulling me back. The song was short but in those few minutes I went from a low simmer to a boil. Red in front of me. His hand on my back. Red behind me, our bodies touching for a moment. A final twirl and the song ended. The world returned with a hall full of people cheering and me seeing no one but the cowboy in front of me.

I took his hand and pulled him off the dance floor, heading for the back of the hall. Crazy ideas were running through my mind and most of them were based on the open door and set of stairs back there. Finding somewhere to be alone.

I stopped and turned around, Red’s hand still in mine. He smiled at me and the look on his face sent tingles rushing through me. I noticed the cut on his face from yesterday was nowhere to be seen and then that thought vanished a moment later when he stepped forward and kissed me.

Spice and heat.

His hand was on my lower back, pulling me forward. I could feel the strength of his body, the raw power within him.

The kiss ended too soon, Red pulling back. His eyes were tinting golden, fixed on me. He moved forward and his lips touched my ear.

“Upstairs. End of the corridor. Take off your underwear.”

He didn’t have to add now but I could feel it in his voice. I wanted to obey for some mad reason.

“I will be there in a moment.” He gently pushed me on my way before turning around and walking off into the crowd.

Hot Springs Werewolf, Part 1 (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance)


Hot Springs Werewolf, Part 1 (BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance)

Aspiring novelist and self-proclaimed curvy girl Harper Finch has been given the opportunity of a life-time thanks to her recently deceased Great-Aunt Millie – a cabin in the woods, rent paid in full for a year and a job working three days a week as a waitress at Greasy Manna. She has time to write and time to heal her recently broken heart.

The cabin sits on the property of Red Guile, incredibly hot neighbor, builder and Alpha werewolf of a pack closed to outsiders until Red changed the rules. Now he has curvaceous BBW Harper living next door and their attraction is undeniable. But it was no coincidence Millie sent Harper to Hot Springs. The town holds a history for the Finch family and a dark secret.

This 8500+ word story is part one in a hot new werewolf erotic romance series from Emily Cantore. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a curvy bbw girl and a sexy werewolf alpha. Intended only for mature audiences 18+!


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He came back over to the table and looked like he was about to sit down when I suddenly decided to wash the dishes and take a break from the crazy thoughts that were thrumming through my mind. I knew, somehow, that if he sat down that I’d be kissing him a moment later.

“I’ll wash up! The cook doesn’t wash.”

Even to my own ears I sounded a little crazy.

I bolted up and went to go by him but the gap between him and the table was too small. I turned away from him and brushed across him as I shuffled by. It wasn’t intentional. Was it? I made it to the sink and turned the hot water on before gripping the cold metal like it was a lifeline. I’d felt his body as I passed him. The strength of him.

Those were the rules, right? The cook doesn’t wash. I was just washing the dishes as a quick thank you and then … and then I’d get the hell out of here before I blushed to death.

Red hadn’t spoken at my sudden rush for the sink. Staring down at the plates and the running water, I could feel him standing behind me. I hadn’t heard him move but I knew he was there.

I looked up from the sink into the reflection. Red was standing behind me, his eyes glinting golden in the light.

Our eyes met and all thoughts of keeping it platonic evaporated out of my head. My body must have been one step ahead of me. I felt my hips tilt, just a few inches, but it was enough. I moved my foot and arched my back. Just small movements.

Completely innocent.

The Vampire Jules (A Paranormal Vampire Erotic Romance)


The Vampire Jules (A Paranormal Vampire Erotic Romance)

College student and part-time waitress Audrey White is finishing up work for the night when a series of incredibly hot fantasies start to flash through her mind. Jules Marquez, vampire and smoking hot man, is putting them there. He’s out looking for a bite but before she can bring him the apple pie he ordered or invite him home, he vanishes.

A disappointed Audrey goes home only to discover Jules tapping on her second floor window, floating in mid-air. He’s a vampire and wants to be invited in…

This 8500-word red-hot paranormal vampire story features explicit scenes, oral sex, mind control, biting and much more!

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At the thought of Jules I brought my wrist up to my nose and breathed in. Even after the shower his scent was still there and it drove my body and mind crazy. I’d never wash this wrist again, I swear.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

In some sort of hypnotized state due to the scent (or impending orgasms I planned to have) I walked out of my bathroom and completely didn’t freak out when I saw a man at the window.

Not just any man. Jules. Mr-Apple-Pie.

I walked to the window and slid it upwards. He had one foot on the ledge and was holding on to the building with the other. Must have jumped across from the tree that was a few feet away.

I felt some part of me say this was weird but for some strange reason I felt completely calm about it all.

“Hey Jules.”


He nodded to me like we were meeting at a ball for the Queen. Very prim and proper. Not like he was hanging off the side of my building after ten at night.

“I was thinking about you,” I added.

I clasped my towel and made sure that it wasn’t going to suddenly fall down. I may have also subtly adjusted it to show a little more cleavage. Just a little. I saw Jules’ eyes flicker down and back and then he swallowed.

“What else were you thinking?” he said, a glint in his eye.

He knew. He knew what I’d been thinking because he’d been the one doing it. I was suddenly sure of it.

“All sorts of things,” I said.

I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. Maybe the scent was wearing off. Jules was hanging on the side of my building. That was weird, right? That wasn’t normal. How was he-


Jules winked at me and stepped away from the ledge to float in mid-air. I felt my heart thud again and then a cold rush of shock run through me.

“A vampire,” I said, finding it hard to speak.

“Yes. And I want you to invite me in.”

Invite him in. So he can drink my blood?

“That’s only a little bit of what I want. I want other things too,” Jules said.

His eyes flickered over me again and I felt my body respond. He was still incredibly hot. His eyes were blue and his suit looked spectacular. Yes, he was floating in mid-air and was a vampire but hey, vampires have one-night stands too, right?

“Some do. I don’t. I like to have relationships.”

I realized that I hadn’t been speaking yet he’d been answering me anyway. Was he reading my mind?


“So you were the one putting those… fantasies in my mind?”

He shook his head, the movement causing him to float sideways a little. There was a tree between him and the road that was probably hiding him from view but I had the sudden idea that Elsie would look out her window and see him.

“Those were already in your mind. I just helped bring them to life.”

“Can you hypnotize me to make me your slave? Is that what you’ve done?”

“I can. I could tell you to look into my eyes and invite me in and you’d do it. I could tell you to drop that towel and I’d spend the night worshipping your incredible body and you’d be helpless to resist. I could do the most unbelievably filthy things with you and you’d not only love it but beg for more. I could do all this but I’m not going to. I want you to invite me in of your own free will. I want you to drop that towel because you want to. I want you to take me into your bed because you want me.”

My Billionaire Boss: The Complete Series (A BDSM Erotic Romance)



Delilah’s plan worked a little too well…

She thought a low-level job in the records department of the Stone-Black Corporation would allow her to uncover wrong-doings she could show to the world to take the company down. But after only three days she’s suddenly promoted to work as executive assistant to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire CEO and number #1 on her list of bastards who deserve a slap in the face.

He has a temper.

He has a secret.

He is absolutely gorgeous.

When he punishes her for snooping around his office, she realizes she may be in over her head…

Delilah is introduced to Jackson Stone’s dark world of dominance and submission. He makes her his slave and she follows him every shocking step of the way. But will she take revenge for the town his business destroyed or will she follow her indecisive heart?

Suspense, action and erotic romance combine in this story of lust, obsession and dark desire.

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“I’ve been what?

I adjusted my glasses and tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.

“Promoted to executive assistant. Take your things, these papers and go to the top floor,” Ms. Green, the HR manager, said in a cold voice.

I tried to find my voice but only a croak came out and I felt myself break out in the sweat.

“I’d hurry if I were you. Mr. Stone doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she said, not looking up from her computer screen.

“But I’m meant to be working as a records clerk,” I protested. I’d only been at Stone-Black for three days and I’d already been promoted?

“And now you’re an executive assistant. Take these with you. Good luck with your short-term career.” She handed me an elevator fob and waved her hand at a stack of papers.

I picked up the papers and headed in the general direction of the elevator, trying to work out whether I should just walk out the front door. And what did she mean by “short-term career”?

Executive Assistant to Mr. Jackson Stone. The CEO of Stone-Black and reputed to be a mercurial tyrant who hired and fired people on a whim. I’d only seen his picture on the web – various charity balls, meetings with government officials – and what could I say? The man was hot. Tall with blond hair and blue-green eyes, he was a billionaire to boot. In every photo he seemed to be wearing a scowl as though there was a volcano inside him, barely held in check.

I got halfway to the elevator before I decided to bail on my plan. The Stone-Black corporation had practically destroyed my home-town of Bedford and then gotten away with it via various sneaky legal maneuvers. I thought being hired in the records department was the perfect way to discover something that could topple the whole business. I knew it had been too perfect to get that job and after only three days I had been “promoted” to executive assistant.

I turned abruptly and crashed directly into a man who’d been striding behind me. I dropped the papers to the ground, along with my bag. Bits and pieces went everywhere.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to pick up all the papers at once from the floor.

A red-leather briefcase came down next to my handbag and its contents strewn across the floor. The man scooped up the contents and put them back into the bag as I gathered the papers.

“Ms. Neri?”

I swallowed again and croaked something that could possibly have been yes as I followed the line of an Italian suit up to two blue-green eyes.

Jackson Stone. CEO of Stone-Black. Holding my Wal-Mart bag in one hand and a tiny bright red bullet vibrator in the other.

My tiny bright red bullet vibrator. The one hidden down the very bottom of my bag in a separate compartment.

He held my gaze for a moment before dropping the vibrator into the bag and then holding out his palm to me.

I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. The website images didn’t do him justice. He was tall but broad too and I could feel the strength of his hand on mine.

“Jackson Stone,” he said and then frowned at me. “Weren’t you meant to be coming upstairs to serve as my executive assistant?”

The way he said serve sent a shiver through my body. The man cut an impeccable figure in his classic dark Italian suit and white shirt. Almost enough to make me forget why I was here. But not quite. I changed my mind about leaving even though I felt my heart thud at the idea of working so closely with him.

“Delilah Neri.” At least my voice had come back.

He turned our hands clasping into a handshake and looked me up and down. Between my Wal-Mart bag, Kmart skirt, shoes and shirt and red hair-tie that was struggling to hold my chestnut hair back I can imagine how I must have looked: like everything I owned was worth less than his briefcase.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

“Oh, right,” I stammered, feeling my fragile resolve leaking away.

He stood, holding my hand and staring directly into my eyes. Waiting.

I took my hand back and smoothed my skirt down.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.

“These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom.”

He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.

“The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”

With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.

“In that room, you represent me. You do not want to let me down.”

He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him – a mixture of soap and masculine scent.

“Don’t make him wait,” Ms. Green said from her desk.

I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.

Fuck him.

The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I’d been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought – to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.

“Fuck,” I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I’d hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I’d studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I’d seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.

“Don’t forget why you’re here,” I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.

I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.

I can do this.

Entice: Mr. Money, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)


Ettore’s business is under attack from all sides and life has taken a dangerous turn. Allie has told Ettore she loves him and he merely kissed her in response. Can they survive corporate sabotage turned deadly?

Allie must risk it all… and that includes her heart.

This is the final part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 15775 words long.

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Bought: Part 1, Cellar: Part 2, April: Part 3, Desire: Part 4, Entice: Part 5 (the final book) are now available!


A finger brushed across his lips. I’m sorry I thought you lied to me.

His hand tracing down my spine. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about your cheating ex.

Our soft strokes were joined by gentle kisses. I kissed Ettore on both cheeks, both eyelids, on his chin and just under his nose. He kissed a line across my face, starting at one ear and ending at the other.

In the dim light under the sheet I saw his green eyes absorbing me. They were luminous pools of emerald with magnetic swirls of pure black in their centers. He looked into my eyes and I saw he was unguarded. The Ettore of the unbalancing innuendo was hidden away. There would be no witty banter, no attempt to push and pull the other person. He was open to me and I to him.

It was a kiss on the side of my lip that finally pushed us from warm comfort to heated passion. Ettore kissed me and I turned my head and in the space of a heartbeat my lips were on his, my mouth open. Hands formerly stroking became grasping. Our bodies pulled together, fitting perfectly. Ettore nipped my earlobe with his teeth and I sighed, turning my head to expose my neck. He continued downwards, gently biting, sending shivers through my body.