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.
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.
Kenzie is a champion at the barrels, but untried in the bedroom. That all changes after an unexpected encounter with Tommy Joe, the brother of her biggest rival and a champion bareback rider in his own right. When Tommy Joe offers to give her a hard and unprotected ride, will Kenzie rise to the challenge? And will his big ride leave his innocent partner with a big belly?
Wren knows well the dangers of the old forests all around her people. She has never strayed from the path… until now. Caught in the grip of the forest’s ancient magic, she enters into the realm of one of the old gods of the land – a god who will claim her innocence, body and soul, her fertile purity offered up in exchange for all that her family takes from the forest. By the oldest rules she has the chance to deny his claim, but will she?
I’ve never been a Scrooge, but it’s hard to find the Christmas spirit when your boyfriend and your job dump you on the same day. My best friend Shelly thinks she has a better cure for my holiday blues than a cookie binge, though: a trip to the local park’s Winter Wonderland, complete with a visit to jolly St. Nick. I don’t have high expectations, but when I sit on Santa’s lap, I discover he’s packing more than a bowl full of jelly under his red suit. And his name may be Nick, but he’s no saint…