;;A weekend with friends, fun in the sun, and huge, naked orcs. What could be better?

That’s what three suburban elves think when they book a trip to an orc nudist resort, well known for its libidinous residents and hedonistic parties. Ris, Lurielle, and Silva arrive with plans to sample the DTF locals and work on their tans, not catch feelings.
When Lurielle meets a syrupy-voiced gentleman who seems interested in more than just a weekend fling, she finds sticking to the plan is easier said than done. From a public bathhouse to a back alley pub, the trip has unintended consequences on the lives of the three work friends and the orcs they meet.

Can a weekend of no-strings sex actually end in love?

CONTENT ADVISORIES:

3 Elves

3 (eventually) Orcs

Public sex

Nudist resort

Group sex

Biting

Internalized fatphobia (but working on it)

Species sterotypes

Fae shenanigans

NONLINEAR

MULTI POVS

If you can’t keep 3 POVs straight, I don’t know how to help you, this isn’t the series for you.

In an aging Victorian on a tree-lined street in Oldetowne, the Brackenbridge witches have practiced the craft for generations in a circle unbroken — until the chain was passed to her.

Ousted from her coven, hurting for clients, and struggling to keep her aging family home from falling into disrepair, painfully awkward witch Ladybug is at the end of her rope. When she rents the attic bedroom to an unsmiling, spider-like araneaen, she hopes her fortunes are making a change for the better. But Ladybug knows nothing about the secretive spider-folk; not what they eat, what goddess they worship — or anything about their mating needs. The blustery winds of Autumn usher in the rain and the second harvest . . . and a strangely enticing smell that seems to permeate the seams of Ladybug’s very existence. The darkness beyond her bedroom door hungers, and she is helpless to offer herself up as its feast.

CONTENT ADVISORIES

Arachnid MMC /

ND Witch

Feeling of isolation

Aphrodisiac venom

Olfactory seduction

Heats

Biting

Shibari Bondage

Out-sized anatomy

ALL the arachnophobia. The word ‘skitters’ is used. He’s a giant spider dude, don’t @ me about it later.

Several months after a weekend girls’ trip, suburban elves Lurielle, Ris, and Silva are still affected by their experiences at the resort and the orcs they met there.

Lurielle discovers that being in a multi-species relationship presents its own unique challenges: meeting Khash’s family, introducing him to hers, and facing the harsh realities that lie ahead if they stay together. A lifetime together or a lifetime apart — she must decide if she can bear all that the future holds.

When Ris returns to the resort on a whim, an unexpected encounter with a slightly familiar face upends this elf’s desire to be a free as the wind. Ainsley is simultaneously everything and nothing that she’s looking for – smart and sexy and completely unattached, and happy to stay that way . . . but how long can they “keep things casual?”

Silva struggles juggling her two halves: Daytime Silva, crushed beneath the expectations of her family and snobbish Elvish society, and Silva of the Nighttime, unfettered and free, seeing Tate in secret. When her web of lies tangles beyond her control, she must make a choice — will she follow the carefully mapped life of privilege her family has planned for her in their Elvish community . . . or throw it all away to follow her heart, for a man with his own heart full of secrets.

Parties is a multi-POV story, following all three girls through a succession of soirees, each one winding their separate storylines — and the work friends — tighter together.

CA: internalized fatphobia, new relationship stress, generational trauma and societal expecations, multi-species friction, parental stress, size difference, no one here is a reliable narrarator

When Vanessa attends an exclusive Lupercalia celebration just outside of Cambric Creek, she knows exactly what to expect. She’s been to these parties before, after all. The whole town knows what goes on at the invitation-only werewolf soirées, and every last one of them is eager for an invite.

The Lupercalia festivities are an ancient rite of fertility and carnality, of sex and sweat and celebration, and she knows one of the wolves will have her before the night is done. One of them will have her, but only one wolf will do . . . the one she’s been leading in chase for years. One wolf, one knot, one set of teeth at her back . . . but he’ll have to catch her first.

CONTENT ADVISORIES:

Alphahole werewolves in love

Non-monogamous

Primal play

Shifted Encounters

Knotting

Biting

Terminated pregnancy

Power imbalance

Big law personalities

Workplace relationship

They’e toxic and unlikeable and I love them SO MUCH

Lowell Hemming is stuck.
Grounded from his job as a photographer, this globe-trotting werewolf is pulling his hair out being back in his small hometown, with no end to the current situation in sight. The first Hemming to leave Cambric Creek in several generations, he’s feeling the pressure from his mother to move back home permanently, is chafed by his inescapable family name, and hasn’t gotten laid in months. When he picks up an intriguingly-worded flyer, he hopes that his boredom is about to come to an end.

For the first time in her life, Moriah has an open door of possibility before her. Recently divorced, she owns her own home, her interior design business is thriving, and she’s free to do what she’s always wanted — travel the world. There’s only one thing holding her back — the desire to have a child. After trying for years, to the erosion of her marriage, she ready to put her dreams of travel aside and take drastic measures to get the one thing her heart desires above all else.

Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic offers a unique service — trigger a heat, and breed with a werewolf in a controlled setting, right before the full moon. Their success rates are higher than multi-species IVF, cheaper than adoption, and more enjoyable than most trips to a clinic.

When Moriah picks a handsome, dark-haired werewolf out of a catalog, it seems as easy as buying a pair of shoes. She doesn’t count on liking him. He’s funny, he’s sexy, and once she takes his knot, Moriah isn’t sure if she’ll ever be able to see their relationship as a transaction.

When Lowell gets the call that he’s been chosen by a clinic patient, all he’s looking forward to is scratching a physical itch and possibly unlocking a new medical kink. Catching feelings is not part of the contract. But when he meets the gorgeous little redhead who’s picked him, walking away from her after he’s fulfilled his end of the contract is harder than he thought.
Hard to think of leaving . . . and it’s not the only thing she makes hard.

CONTENT ADVISORIES:

M Werewolf /

F Human

Middle Child Angst

Extroverted ADHD, like SO HARD

Breeding

Knotting

Shifted Encounters

Heats

Conception issues

Bad marriage

(past)

Birth order drama

Therapy

Gwen and Madoc are a modern minotaur couple who have spent their professional careers sifting through the past. When a job opportunity prompts them to move to Cambric Creek, it’s a chance to make living in the present — and planning for their future — a priority.

The Minoan Bride is a dual-narrative trip into the Cambric Creek universe’s minotaur origin story. As they move around the relics of the labyrinth, Gwen realizes the story is a mirror to her present circumstances. No matter how much the world changes, some things — living, and loving, and dying — always stay the same.

CONTENT ADVISORIES

Dual Storyline – Minotaurs past & present

Forced captivity/slavery (in antiquity)

Forced pregnancy/forced surrender of child (in antiquity)

Dubcon (in antiquity)

Wedding planning, future family talk

Outsized anatomy

FLUID

Morning Glory Milking Farm was just another quick tug – machine operated facility, no different from all the rest. Sure, they had big pharma money and special hands-on amenities the other milking joints couldn’t boast, but at the end of the day it was the same old story — cash he didn’t actually need in the bank, all for doing what he would have done for free anyway. Get in, get out, get on with his day. At least, that’s what he thought.

Rourke doesn’t know why he’s so drawn to a particular milking tech . . . he doesn’t know anything about her, after all. Not what she looks like without a mask concealing her face, not even her name. He only knows he can’t stay away.

He wasn’t looking for love, but it managed to find him in most unlikely of places, and now he’s determined to prove that you can teach an old bull new tricks.

Fall in love all over again with Violet & Rourke’s romance . . . from the other side of the milking table.

CONTENT ADVISORIES:

Gen X Minotaur /

Millennial Human

Age-gap

Wealth disparity

Milking

Copious fluids

Out-sized anatomy

Literally, like SO much fluid

Take whatever you’re thinking and triple it

Never-turned-werewolf Jude is trapped.

Sold like a broodmare by her family. Engaged, claimed, and discarded by the son of her new pack’s alpha. Kept apart and secluded, a reminder that she’s broken, a shameful secret to hide away.

Jude is left alone and in heat with no one . . . no one but the shadowy bodyguard in her fiancé’s employ. Lux is sinister and silent, invisible in the shadows — for everyone but her. As Jude and her incorporeal jailer grow closer, she can’t imagine captivity without him.

When a lifeline appears, Jude has the opportunity to break free, but she can’t do it alone. She must be willing to embrace the darkness . . . if only the darkness will embrace her in return.

Shadows & Light is a high heat novella set in the Cambric Creek universe, intended only for an adult audience. 

Content Advisories: Forced captivity, violence, both implied and enacted, mental abuse, isolation, breeding heats, breeding heat-associated dubcon, knots, why choose appendages, bodyguard/captive

You’re invited to the wedding of the year . . .

Lurielle didn’t dream of her wedding day as a little girl. Hard to think about a far-off future when she was too busy trying to get through her awkward adolescence at the Elvish club as invisibly as possible. Unlike every other elf she knew, she did not have binders of wedding plans ready to be activated at a moment’s notice.

Now the orc of her dreams is telling her he’s going to build her a bridal fire they can see from space, leaving her unprepared and completely out of her depth. It doesn’t help that the engagement of one of the Cambric Creek elite has gripped the entire town in the throes of wedding mania, and as Khash catches the fever, all Lurielle wants to do is elope.

At least she can count on her friends to help her through the most mortifying highs and lows of dress shopping . . . at least, she thinks she can.

Ris isn’t sure how she managed to get so lucky. Ainsley is everything she wants — her crops are watered, her skin is clear, she’s getting her back blown out weekly, and she’s ready to be the best bridesmaid in the history of matrimony. But when his support system vanishes, the carefree no-strings-attached Ainsley she loves seems to disappear overnight. In his place is an orc who wants more than Ris thinks she’s prepared to give.

It’s hard to focus on someone else’s happily ever after when her own is going through such hard growing pains. Thank the stars Silva is there to help with the wedding planning minutiae . . .

For as long as she could remember, Silva had daydreamed about her dream wedding to the tiniest detail, and now she’s ready for the new future she’s planning — Silva of the Nighttime and the orc of her dreams living their best life together, because nothing is going to stop her from getting what she wants.

Nothing, except for the truth Tate hid from her so thoroughly.

Choosing between what her heart wants and what she needs to do isn’t easy, but as the secret she keeps grows large enough to swallow all of Cambric Creek, Silva doesn’t need to wonder which choice Tate would have her make.

It’s hard to plan someone else’s happily ever after when you don’t believe in them anymore.

Invitations is the third book in the four-book Girls Weekend series, which should be read as a series.

Sumi is on top of the world. 

Well, as on top as one can be after learning a relative one never met has died, leaving one a small fortune. 

As the one, she’s totally sad . . . but it’s still pretty freaking great. Especially after years of condo-dwelling and squirreling away every penny she made in her teaching job, only to be reminded every year that teaching human middle schoolers about literature doesn’t actually pay that well and her nest egg looks like it came from a pigeon.

The unexpected windfall is a sign she needs to follow her dreams. Quit her job, buy a house in an aspirational neighborhood, and open the flower shop she’s run in her head since childhood.  Definitely not just a midlife crisis. 

Applying for franchise ownership with a giant flower conglomerate seems like a piece of cake — they provide the equipment, the distribution contracts, all those annoying little bits she didn’t learn in Dream Flower Shop Academy in her head. Everything’s coming up roses.

There’s only one catch . . . she didn’t realize chasing after her dream might cause someone else to lose hold of their own. 

Ranar never wanted to inherit the family business. 

What he wanted was to be the very first naga to medal in the giant slalom, but his parents claimed they never had the money to send him to ski camp, and now that he’s nearly middle aged, he’s come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t even like the cold.

There’s an enormous pressure to keep his family business going — started by his grandfather, passed to his father, and now to him. Pressure as a non-human business, pressure as the grandson of an immigrant, pressure as the eldest son . . . but as it is, brick and mortar flower shops are a notion of a bygone era in this digital world. 

When Bloomerang, an online flower conglomerate, opens one of their soulless flower factories in Cambric Creek, Ranar knows it’s only a matter of time before he’s forced to close the door on his family’s business for good. It doesn’t matter how pretty the sylvan owner is or how friendly she seems — she represents everything wrong in the industry, in his world. She’s bound to put him out of business eventually . . . but he can make her regret it first.

Sumi is positive there is room for two flower shops in Cambric Creek, if only the owner of The Perfect Petal wasn’t such a rude, condescending, infuriatingly handsome jerk. Despite being non-human herself, Cambric Creek is a learning curve she wasn’t anticipating, and she knows she has a lot to learn about multi-species living — starting with the conundrum of her naga rival’s junk, because where is it? She’d love to discover the mechanics, if only he wasn’t so terrible.

When she joins an online chat server for florists, discovering The Perfect Petal’s owner is chatting there as well, she decides it’s the perfect opportunity to discover his weaknesses and take him down . . . if she doesn’t wind up falling for him first.

He Loves Me Not is a high heat standalone monster romance in the Cambric Creek universe. One does not need prior knowledge of the world to enjoy. 

CA: parental decline, the weight of family legacy, navigating a mixed species society, the perilous language of flowers

Eleanor Eastwick is out of tricks. This alleged wallflower is hiding a secret, beyond the fact that her family is skint broke. If she wants to ensure the survival of her aged grandmother and younger siblings, she’ll need to leverage the only thing they have left — their good name — and land herself a rich husband. There’s only one problem she can see with her plan: she has no bloody idea what she’s doing.

Enlisting the help of the wickedy rakish Marquis of Basingstone, Eleanor embarks on a crash course in how to attract the monstrous Gentry, high society courtship, and lessons in lovemaking . . . academically, of course. It never occurs to her that her tutor may, in fact, be a perfect match. By the time her heart begins to make her aware of its preference for the sharp-tongued, winged Marquis, the Monsters Ball is upon her and she needs to put her plan into action.

~

Lord Silas Stride, the Marquis of Basingstone, has no intention of giving away his heart. It would be cruel to chain another to the fate of a half-life such as his — only coming awake at twilight, living as a silent spectator to the daytime world. He’d not punish a wife in such a fashion; could not bear to allow his progeny to exist in a world where he resided only part of the time . . . far easier to embrace the life of a confirmed bachelor, and keep his heart as stony as the rest of him.

But Silas did not count on one Eleanor Eastwick. He recognized her the moment he saw her, seeking his disreputable counsel. She had shone like a star when he knew her years earlier, and she did once again in his study, leaving him unable to deny his assistance. He could not possibly risk his heart on a delicate flower of the daytime, but a lady who was used to a life after dark . . . Silas Stride had no intention of taking a wife, but once Eleanor has left for the Monsters Ball, he cannot help but claim his own invitation, and his bride.

How To Marry A Marble Marquis is a standalone Regency Monster Romance featuring a Gargoyle/Human pairing and is meant for mature audiences.

Content Advisories: A rake who is actually a rake, ie: sex outside of the main pairing before they’re oficially together, financial insecurity, knotting, sex lessons, Oh no I love her

Charlotte Davenport is a woman on a singular mission: get onto a ship bound for Atlantis by any means necessary, and get home to her sister. When she joins the crew of the Malediction, she has no idea she’s made herself an unwitting captive of its pirate captain.

Captain Lirian Jurel is cocky and secretive and infuriatingly handsome, and she can’t shake the feeling that he’s laughing at her . . . but Charlotte has a secret of her own, and she’ll do anything to keep it. After all, who could possibly understand the life of a monster?

Captain Lirian Jurel has only one thing on his mind — the next adventure. Fucking, feasting, and fighting — it’s a pirate’s life for him, and he loves the watery path he’s chosen. He’s never been able to stay away from danger, and Charlotte Davenport — the impudent little witch disguising herself as a member of his crew — seems like the most dangerous creature he’s ever encountered.

Striking a bargain to bring her home is an easy trade for having her warm in his bed . . . But bringing her home means saying goodbye, which is harder than he anticipated.

When you’re a vicious sea monster like him, being alone is the wisest course of action, but once they reach Atlantis, Lirian vows to help Charlotte see her journey through — wherever it leads.

Content Advisories: sex work, sex bargain, FMC’ reliance on sex binary, somnophilia, the softest vore, and SO many teeth

“If you’re telling ghost stories, you can’t leave out the Horseman.”

This spooky season, we bring you two short tales of Sleepy Hollow to heat your chilly autumn nights. Whether you’re in the modern Sleepy Hollow Polo Club locker room, or traveling by moonlight across that famous bridge, the Horseman rides, seeking some head.

Ichabod Crane & the Headless Horsemen – In which our school master is just as greedy and contemptible as he was in the original tale.

Ichabod Crane, Sleepy Hollow’s new schoolmaster, is on the prowl. After he happens upon two members of the polo club in flagrante delicto in the club’s locker room, he can’t get the image — or the sounds — of the headless hedonists out of his mind.

This is an MMM pairing, a modern-set Sleepy Hollow, locker room erotica featuring the hapless schoolmaster and two brawny polo horsemen. Light degradation/humiliation, voyeurism, he’s just dying to be a free-use ragdoll, and lots of headless head.

Katrina Van Tassel & the Headless Horseman – Katrina Van Tassel has a terrible gift. Since infancy, she has been able to see the spirits of strangers and departed loved ones all around her, as easily as she’s able to see her neighbors. Life tethered to death, and she’s learned to ignore them all. Katrina is no stranger to the wants of ghosts and men alike, but when this schoolmistress moves to Sleepy Hollow, she finds the wants of one particular man — and one particular ghost — too much to simply ignore.

Katrina Van Tassel & the Headless Horseman is a canon-adjacent historical retelling, putting Katrina as the main character, caught between the town hero and a headless ghost. M/F pairing, light gore, undead pining, graveyard lovin’, Machiavellian scheming, and ALL the autumn vibes.

A choice,” the beast chuckled, gripping her tightly by the wrists. “You’ll continue to receive your lashes, or you’ll receive your punishment in a more creative way.”

Everyone knows that Santa keeps a list of who is naughty and who is nice . . . but what happens to those on the naughty list? What happens when naughty girls grow up and stay naughty?

A lump of coal is the least of their worries when Krampus comes knocking with horns and hooves, his basket filled with branches he knows how to wield in the most delicious way . . . He’s here to punish misdeeds with lashes and pain — and dark, unspeakable pleasures that last the whole night through.

How can a naughty girl think of repenting when the punishment is just so good?

There Arose Such a Clatter is a short anthology of bite-sized scorching hot tales from Krampus’s Naughty List, sure to keep you warm beneath the sheets all winter long. This anthology features monster/human relations of an extremely sexual nature and is only intended for mature audiences.

Content Advisories: literally all of them. Dubcon, noncon, pain, punishment, forced sex, forced orgasms, sex work, brutality . . . the whole nine yards. It’s Krampus. Proceed with extreme caution

It’s Yuletide season and mayhem is in the air!

This Love Actually–style holiday romp through Cambric Creek focuses on characters you already know and ones you’ve only seen glimpses of — together in a madcap collection of misunderstandings and chance encounters, with a sprinkle of holiday wholesomeness and a dollop of holiday horny, and a big holly jolly HEA for all.