Dear Mr Chairman I Want To Have Your Baby

I have a crush on Mr. Lee, the chairman of the board at O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I clean. One night, I get a little tipsy and blurt out to him, "You're so freaking hot. I want to have your baby." FML. To my surprise, he ends up taking my words seriously... ***A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs. Warning: this story is full of over-the-top instalove! Enjoy!*** WORD COUNT: 4,500 Excerpt: "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you," I say. And I'm sorry for saying I want to have your baby. I'm too embarrassed to say the second apology out loud. "You're not an inconvenience." He touches my hair, causing electricity to go through my body. Should he be touching my hair like that? But I can't deny that a part of me likes him touching me. He nods at the food. "You should eat before your breakfast gets cold." For some reason, he stares at me as I eat. I'm tempted to ask him, What are you looking at? But I don't want to jeopardize my job any further, so I eat in silence. Fortunately, the food is delicious enough that I'm (mostly) able to ignore him. After I finish my orange juice, I let out a breath and tell him, "Um, I'm sorry about what I said last night. It was unprofessional, and I hope it won't affect my employment — " "I don't want you working anymore." I blink. "What?" "I don't want you cleaning the office anymore." Tears sting my eyes. I want to shout curses at him, but he is justified in firing me. I drank stolen champagne on company property. I'm considering going on my knees and begging him to reconsider his decision when he says: "I can't have the mother of my children be on her feet all day." Additional keywords: Asian heroine romance, Asian hero, diverse romance, steamy romance short stories

Mr. Smith is a major DILF. He has thick dark brown hair with only a hint of gray, smoldering green eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass. Also, he works out regularly, and it shows. And he's single. Not that I would ever hook up with my best friend's dad because that would violate every single girl code in existence. But it's okay to have a naughty dream once in a while, right? WORD COUNT: 3,000

Persephone Danbury doesn't mind being a nun at St. Camilla's Convent. Sure, it can be dull, but it's better than being in London with her harsh father, and she has her dear friend Mary beside her. However, after a night swim that leads to an encounter with the wickedly handsome Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire, her life ceases to be dull. And she soon finds herself sought after by not only the duke, but also his friend Thomas Ellison, a devilishly attractive tycoon... Bad Habits is a MMF romance that may contain historical inaccuracies and definitely contains two obsessed alpha males! If you can get with that, enjoy this sexy story that's chock-full of OTT instalove! WORD COUNT: 12,000 EXCERPT: Though she instantly hated the stranger, she couldn't help noting how handsome he was. Golden hair, bright hazel eyes, the facial structure of a Greek god. He wore fine, expensive clothes that marked him as a member of the nobility. He seemed familiar. Had she seen him at a ball last season? Her face lost all remaining color as she realized his identity. He was Marcus Elham, the Duke of Charlotteshire. Unlike her father, he was extremely wealthy — and extremely powerful. "Can you speak, fair maiden, or are you mute?" he asked. She wished she could throw a stone at his head. "I can speak." He smiled. "So fair maiden who can speak, do you or do you not want your clothes back?" She clenched her teeth. "I do want my clothes back, so if you could hand them to me, I would be much obliged." Ignoring her, he mused, "A habit. So you're from the convent…" "Excellent deduction," she muttered. "Was that a sarcastic remark? I thought that nuns weren't allowed to be sarcastic." She wanted to snort. Some of the nuns at St. Camilla's Convent were definitely sarcastic, especially Sister Grace, who loved to give Persephone a hard time for her "extraordinarily poor arithmetic skills." "May I have my clothes back?" she asked, near the edge of desperation. "That depends…" Frustration brewed in her. "Depends on what?" He lowered his head, grabbing her chin. "If you're willing to give me a kiss." Before she could push him away or slap him, he put his mouth on hers. She caught her breath. She had kissed a few boys before, but the kisses had always been chaste; they might as well have been pecks from her grandmother. This kiss from the duke, however, was anything but chaste. He thrust his tongue between her lips, threatening to completely consume her. And for some reason, she liked — no, loved — it. Additional keywords: bisexual heroine, bisexual hero, obsessed alpha male

Philip Soulden is one of the wealthiest men in England. However, he is common-born, a fact that brings no small measure of annoyance to his fiancée Caroline Wynn's father, the snobbish (but poor) Viscount of Cambridgeshire. Even if Caroline were a commoner like Philip, she would still be far too good for him. Of course, that doesn't make him any less determined to make her his wife. When Caroline learns about the truth of her birth, his plans to wed her are put in jeopardy. However, Lady Wynn will discover that Philip always gets what he wants, and what he wants is her… Claiming Lady Wynn is a sexy short story that may contain historical inaccuracies but definitely contains an obsessed alpha male and a happy ending! If you can get with that, enjoy! WORD COUNT: 4,500

After my parents' ugly divorce and getting my heart broken in high school, I stopped believing in love. To keep my heart safe, I decided to stick to casual hookups — and only casual hookups — in college. No emotions, no heartbreak, right? Then I meet Jasper, a boy who wants so much more. I tell myself that he wants more than I'm willing to give, but it's hard to resist those green eyes and that gorgeous smile… Casual is a standalone book in the Alpha Male U series containing — you guessed it — hot alpha males, the women they're determined to claim for their own, and HEAs! WORD COUNT: 9,500 Excerpt: During the previews, Jasper focuses his eyes on me, paying zero attention to the screen. I try to absorb myself in the trailer for Sergeant Patriot 3: Rise of the Summer Cadet, but just as Sergeant Patriot punches an alien, Jasper brushes his lips against my ear. "You smell good," he breathes. Ignoring the swooning of the dumb-ass butterflies in my stomach, I say, "I use unscented soap and deodorant. I can't smell that good." "To me, you do." I slurp my soda. Loudly. "I wish I was that straw," he says. Normally, I would gag if a guy said such a cheesy thing to me. Now I only pretend to gag.

3 sexy taboo paranormal short stories in one hot bundle! My Stepbrother is a Werewolf “Don’t be afraid, Lilah.” Okay, did someone dump LSD into that punch or is the wolf talking? And if the wolf is talking, how does it know my name? And why does its voice seem so familiar? “Don’t faint.” Why is the wolf telling me not to faint? Wouldn’t me fainting make it easier for the wolf to eat me? Then the wolf transforms into a man. But not just any man. My stepbrother stands in front of me. And he’s naked. Very naked. I faint. WORD COUNT: 3,300 I Saw My Stepfather Turn Into a Unicorn Huh? The unicorn knows my name? And it can talk? Also, its voice sounds a lot like my stepfather’s. For some reason, I feel the need to say this out loud: “Huh, you sound a lot like my stepdad.” “I am your stepdad.” I yelp when there’s a puff of glittering pink smoke. I yelp again when out of the smoke emerges my stepfather, who is very naked. WORD COUNT: 3,300 My Stepsister is a Fox (Literally) When a fox appears in front of me, I stop running. It’s just a fox, so I don’t know why I stopped when my stepsister is missing, but the color of its fur looks just like the red in Lan’s hair… “Lan?” I say. Then I want to bang my head against a tree for my stupidity. It’s a godd*mn fox, not Lan. I yelp when a cloud of red sparks appears. I yelp again when the cloud dissipates and I see my stepsister. Who’s very, extremely naked. My damn d*ck acts up again when my eyes travel up and down her bare curves. It takes all of my willpower to not put my hands on her perfect fair skin… WORD COUNT: 3,000