It started with a little lie. Just one. Her alpha wolf, Ben, had had her wrists pinned over her head as he drove forcefully into her and he said something like, “Your body belongs to me, doesn’t it?” She had moaned, “Yes, sir,” her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure at being taken roughly. ...

(c) Renee Rose The house showed signs of a natural disaster, which is how her week had felt. Tech week as the Director for the Dance Artist’s annual Nutcracker was hellacious and she knew her husband, Ryan, was taking the brunt of her stress. She had been snapping at him all week, and that morning s...

Candie exited the Tucson Center for Developmentally Disabled at midnight, exhausted from her shift. She scanned the dark downtown streets for anyone she ought to avoid on her five block walk to her duplex. Downtown should lend comfort in numbers, but unless it was a weekend, the only people who roam...