Bunny Bump

Bunny Bump

Innocent Essi expected to spend her spring break alone in the dorm. She certainly couldn’t have imagined catching the eye of her college’s track star, or that he would claim she was a literal goddess…Ostara, the goddess of spring. Essi’s body knows the truth of his words, though, and before she knows it, her ritual coupling with the virile rabbit god will leave her Easter basket full of a very special gift.

Highest Bidder

Highest Bidder

By the middle of the 21st century, fertility is yet another commodity controlled by the wealthy few. Riella’s family has the wealth, political power, and genetics to easily secure a reproductive license for her, but there’s a condition: that she marry the son of her father’s business partner. In defiance, she runs away…and straight to the Auction House.

Opening Bid

Opening Bid

By the middle of the 21st century, reproduction is yet another commodity controlled by the rich. Amber desperately wants a child, but she knows the odds of being granted a reproductive license are slim. Her last hope is the Auction House. Amber must submit to a medical exam and then put her fertile young body on display to convince the crowd of virile billionaires to bid for ownership of her body and her womb.

Santa Stuffed My Stocking

Santa Stuffed My Stocking

All I wanted for Christmas was for my boyfriend to be ready to start a family with me. Instead, I found myself alone on Christmas Eve, my hopes of losing my innocence and starting a family dashed. One wish on a shooting star, though, and I suddenly found my wildest fantasy being fulfilled. Because good girls can ask Santa for anything, including their desire to be taken hard and unprotected. When Santa’s done with me, my fertile womb will be filled to overflowing and my belly will be bulging.

Bulging for the Professor

Bulging for the Professor

I’ve never been that kind of girl, but when I discover the biology professor I’ve had a crush on all semester lives right next door to where I’m housesitting, the opportunity is too good to pass up. The right clothes, some makeup, and surely he won’t recognize the quiet little mouse from the back of the class. The last thing I expect is for this dominant older man to recognize me, and decide my extracurricular activities require a hard and unprotected lesson in human reproduction.