"Seven Month Vengeance"

After many years in a committed relationship, Monica finds out the love of her life has been unfaithful. Devastated and angered by her love's acts; she vows to pull herself together and seek revenge. Things get out of hand as her wrath manifests and becomes uncontrollable. Within seven months Monica has caused enough destruction to last three lifetimes.

..."I told you that I'd get you back.You should have known that I could.

Despite all the love in my heart for you, Ya still should have known that I would.

I tried to forget, over and over, but still couldn't let what you did to me go.I did try to forgive and forget, but it didn't work...Just thought I'd let you know...".

Natalie Jordan has everything Lisa Brown wants. Natalie's sheltered and privileged life both attracts and repels Lisa. In spite of their friendship, years of jealousy and resentment have built a burning envy inside Lisa.

When Stuart Grant enters their lives, Lisa targets him for herself. He's her ticket to the good life, and Natalie's love for him won't stand in her way. Lisa is a scrapper; the only way she knows how to fight is dirty, and she can justify her actions even as they become callous and dangerous to everyone around her.

Does Natalie, brought up to believe the best of people and oblivious to her friend's capacity for deception, have what it takes to fight back?

There can only be one winner.

Sex And Sin In The City This gritty tale is twenty four hours in the life of Stevie Mearns, an alcoholic social misfit and sexual deviant, as he explores London's seamy underbelly. He's a man having more than a mid-life crisis as he tries to lose himself in drink, drugs and sexual gratification.As his life spirals out of control he reflects on his grim childhood in Aberdeen, his terrible time in the harsh Scottish Penal System and his travels to the fleshpots of Thailand and South America as a sex tourist. Told with unflinching realism and graphic detail, Sin Filled City takes you to the places in London most people don't see, its strip bars, brothels and crack houses.The stories shockingly violent conclusion will stay in your mind long after you've finished reading it. The Thai Massage Paul Baldwin is a divorced, depressed and overweight middle aged man.Stuck in a menial job his life is in a rut.He believes himself invisible to women and so it's something of a surprise when into his life walks Janni, a beautiful exotic Thai emigre . What begins as an awkward friendship soon develops into a tentative romance and then a full blown affair.She transforms him and turns his life around.He experiences the most passionate and erotic sex he's ever known.She takes him, physically, mentally and emotionally to places he's never been in an ecstatic journey.He becomes besotted with her as they experiment with extreme sex and hardcore drugs. However all is not as it seems in Paul's world and as he begins to look into Janni's mysterious past he is forced to confront demons of his own.Dealing with a shocking revealation that will change his life for

A Middle-Aged former City of London high-flyer gets home one night to find the house dark and deserted and he decides it's the perfect opportunity to preview the new adult movie that he'd planned to watch with his wife that weekend. But to his horror he finds the buxom beauty getting it on with three guys in glorious high-definition is someone he knows very, very well. And to make matters worse-the house wasn't quite as deserted as he'd thought. What follows leads him on a path he could never have envisioned. Into a world he could never have imagined. Porn Stars, Film Sets, Auditions, Investments & Harems. And one huge revelation that will change things between him and his wife forever. Bobby Jones' life will never be the same again. Marc Nobbs brings you the latest Westmouthshire Novel, packed with his trademark British style and humor, tense drama, scorching hot sex scenes, it's the perfect introduction to this ever-growing erotic universe.

I don t go to the circus, I steer clear of my friends children s birthday parties hell, I won t even wind up a jack-in-the box I avoid these simple things all in the hopes of never coming into contact with a clown. But now I found myself in a hotel room with the door shut behind me, staring into a greasepaint nightmare with a hard-on. I had two choices. I could run for my life or I could stay, face my fears, and let Pennywise pound me foolishly...

Buy The Hour, a (mostly) true memoir, takes the reader along on Alex Lieberman s hilarious journey as a nice Jewish Long Island girl navigating the (cough cough), ins and outs of the seedy sex-for-money trade in the south.

If Joan Rivers had been an escort in her younger days, this would be her story.

Part voyeuristic erotic fun, part Jewish whining, and part eye-opening expose on the real world of escorting, Buy the Hour s first person account reveals the inner working of the hobby s subculture, and will have the reader laughing, gasping, crying, and, oddly enough, relating to its storyteller Kim and her alter ego Alex, a reluctant escort who finds having sex with strangers is sometimes the easiest part of the job.

On a whim, San Franciscan Kara Billingsley accepted an invitation from an ex-boyfriend to visit Kona, Hawaii, in 1976. She didn't expect to fall in love-with the island. In Island Woman, Billingsley uses a combination of prose and poetry to describe her experiences of living in Hawaii. This memoir captures the eroticism of the island-the elemental, untamed energy of feminine nature. With humor, she tells stories of her interesting arrival on the island, of searching for Kona gold, of how Rabbit Hill got its name, and the mystery of her mother's secret. Through her poetry selections, Billingsley pays tribute to the nature, beauty, and the sensual side of Kona, Hawaii-an island that became her home.

"I had wrapped the tire iron carefully in towels, good towels, so it wouldn't mark him in any way or draw blood. I picked it up off the floor now with my right hand and swung, like a tennis serve, really, and caught him at the back of his pewter hair. Perfect, a perfect hit. He went over into the front seat, and all I had to do was pull him in, turn him--not so easy; he was heavy--and shut the door behind him. I looked carefully; he was still clutching the attache--I knew he'd be awfully angry if we'd lost it--and gunned the car away from the curb. I don't think I even wondered if anyone noticed, and I guess nobody did. This was New York. ___________________________________ We were going to my house; I didn't think much beyond that. He would be so happy, so relieved to be there. "I want to be with you," he had said so many times. "But you know I can't." And he had always smiled as he said this: "Steal me." I had only done what he wanted me to do."