Unlikely Optimist 🖤

Hades made a strangled, starved sound as she pulled off her shirt and repeated the order, “Drink.” In nothing but a bra and panties, she thrust herself under his mouth, tempting him to take a bite.
(18+, Erotica) (MxMxW)
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Book One:
When Angel, a human girl, is found in hell, everything is turned upside down. She's suddenly surrounded by the gods...and as it turns out, they bite! Her past and future collide in her feelings for two gods: Tantalus and Hades as she tries to figure out who her heart really belongs to.
When she finds out she's becoming one of them, her life is suddenly filled with lust, blood, and power. Not to mention, she's still got to get to the bottom of how she ended up in hell in the first place. Uncovering the truth will depend on whether she can accept her fate and her place among the gods before the next war breaks out.
Book Two:
In the second installment of the Fated to Fall series, war is pitched on the edge of a knife blade.
As if her situation hadn't already been enough of a disaster after waking up in hell, several shocking revelations left Angel betrayed and broken, two times over. Overnight, she'd gone from choosing between two gods--to riding the single life hard. And after challenging Asteria at the Involution, Angel gets the shock of her life when she's abducted by the Titans.
Showing back up three months later, calling herself Dark Angel, and displaying a terrifying amount of power, Angel finally has Hades and Tantalus working on the same page... to save her from herself. And with war looming in the near future, loyalties are stretched thinner than ever before as everyone must choose a side.

"Wait, she's YOUR mate?" Mark asked, "That's...wow... I did not see that coming..."
"WHO did that to her?!" Andres asked again, still staring at the girl.
Her injuries were darkening with the passing of each minute.
Her skin even seemed paler in comparison to the deep browns and purples.
"I called the doctor over. You think it's internal bleeding?"
Stace addressed Alex but looked back to Lita, "She was fine, I mean flustered and bruised but fine, ya know. And then boom, she was passing out. Nothing we did would wake her up..."
"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHO DID THIS TO HER?!"
Cole's eyes shifted deep red, "It's not your fucking concern! Is she YOUR mate now?!"
"See that's what I mean, if she'd had THAT man protecting her, maybe this wouldn't have happened," Stace yelled, tossing her arms into the air.
"Stacey Ramos, you will address your Alpha with his due respect, are we clear?"
Alex growled, icy blue eyes glaring at her.
She nodded quietly.
Andres also lowered his head slightly, showing submission, "Of course she's not my mate Alpha, however..."
"However, what, Delta?!"
"At the moment, you haven't rejected her. That would make her our Luna..."
After her brother's sudden death, Lita picks up her life and moves to Stanford, CA, the last place he lived. She's desperate to cut ties with her toxic family and her toxic ex, who happens to follow her straight to Cali. Consumed with guilt and losing her battle with depression, Lita decides to join the same fight club her brother belonged to. She's looking for an escape but what she finds instead is life-changing when men start turning into wolves. (Mature content & erotica) Follow the writer on Instagram @the_unlikelyoptimist

He roughly pulled her shirt over Aisha’s head, eyes hardening as he watched her chest heave at his touch. He ripped the rest of her clothes from her body until she was nude, then gripped her neck.
"Get on your knees," Imset whispered in her ear, rolling a finger over her lips. She nodded, unable to speak as she lowered before him. His eyes twitched as she put her mouth to him, as if on instinct, or a lack of any more self-control.
"Fuc-" he inhaled, feeling the back of her throat press his tip suddenly. He pressed her head forward, feeling himself falling over the edge of his need. He spilled into her throat, watching her swallow then lick her lips, eyes dilated fully. He couldn't control himself anymore, pulling her up and slamming her into the shower wall.
"Do you want to know what it is to belong to me?" he asked, nipping at the skin of her neck. She nodded violently. She wanted all of it, whatever he would give, whatever it would mean.
(This is a dark romance! Readers beware: triggering scenes with abuse and/or violence. Follow the author on Instagram @the_unlikelyoptimist)
When Aisha’s friend Aiko goes missing during their senior year of college, no one seems to question it when the campus police sweep the case under the rug. No flyers. No search parties. No investigation. Even Aiko’s parents trust the police to figure this out. But not Aisha. She suspects the sleazeball frat boys on campus, several of whom have fathers on the police force.
Aisha wants justice… and revenge. So badly, she’s willing to risk her very soul to get it. So when Aisha summons an ancient Egyptian death god in exchange for revenge, things get seriously twisted and unexpectedly sexy.

“Is that how your kind teaches you to please us?” A male voice rumbles from the dark as my hands falter on the black satin sheet. The large bed stretches before me, rumpled and unmade. Fingers glide up my spine, then curl around my throat. They’re so solid and forceful, a telltale sting where bruises will be. And far too warm to be human—burning so hot I’m sweating. Still, I’m unable to make a sound as the fingers form a ring of pain. I’m just as defenseless as I’ve always been when my cheek hits the satin pillow, freeing the sheet from the bed I’ve been trying to make. I should do something, say something…
Deviera spends her nights at The Mid, dancing to pay for her practical exams at the Institute, hoping for a better life in one of the wealthy houses. Only she doesn’t dance for other humans. No, she entertains the Thur, an invading species that conquered half her world years before she was born.
One half of the planet is mankind’s last stronghold. The other half… is where Devi was born, catering to the whims of both races of Thur: the Darkmires and the Lightflecks, both with their own brands of magic. Deviera knows the Thur better than most because of how many nights she’s spent watching their Unsettled ranks party. She has a method to dealing with them that keeps her safe, keeps their attention elsewhere. It’s tried and true. But when she’s unexpectedly dragged into the heart of their world by four Thur males who claim they need her help, it’ll rewrite everything she thought she knew. And ignite dangerous temptations she can’t ignore.