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She worked in a vegan bakery. Tattoos, piercings, plaid shirt, tight jeans. Her black hair was always tied back in a bandana, which made her look like some kind of pin-up princess. She brought me coconut macaroons one day, special delivery. You'll never believe what happened next. I barely believe it myself. Who'd have guessed two girls on one block could harbor the same desire for such a forbidden act?

There's nothing more seductive than a sizzling story of sex and the supernatural. In this collection, you'll find three thrilling and chilling tales of the paranormal. In "Mourner for Hire", a ghostly presence follows Dahlia home from the graveyard. A group of sensitives provides sexual healing after Dianne's rough breakup in "The Psychic Harem". Our final tale, "Simple", is anything but: Shelly lets herself believe her husband is an international superspy, but strange dreams reveal the sinister truth!

A riding crop is a potent symbol of mastery and dominance over the powerful natural force of a magnificent steed between your legs. To many it also signifies surrendering to sexual pleasure. In this collection of 13 stories, the erotic action begins when, by chance, someone finds a riding crop that has been left in public, bearing a message asking them to use it to explore their BDSM desires before detailing their exploits in an email to an anonymous account, then passing on the crop so the pleasure can begin all over again...

He's married, and she's engaged, but that doesn’t stop Mercedes from meeting Simon in the woods. She can’t help worrying, though. What if they’re spotted together? She doesn't want word getting back to his wife or her fiance. More than that, Mercedes hates the way people look at them in public: an older man chasing after a younger woman's body and a gold-digging girl who's only in it for the money. So what if that’s the truth? So what if Simon pays her for sex? She still resents the assumption.

Frankie's late mucking out the stables. Lady Angela is not amused. When she pulls a weathered riding crop off the wall, the working class lad and the lady of leisure discover they fit like a hand in a black leather glove.