Love After Life Series

A Complete Set of the 'Love After Life' Series in paperbacks.

Interconnected Standalones. Read in any order. Just follow the ache. 

• Dark Romance- pitch black
• Dark Fantasy
• Very Spicy
• Dub Con and Non Con

Death’s New Pet:

Death:

I want her broken, begging, desperate for me.
Every savage part of me aches to claim that pretty mortal—take her beautifully tarnished soul and drag her into sins she never knew she craved.

But first, she has to survive the Death Trials—my father’s cruel game.
Only then will she earn the right to be Death’s New Pet. Fully. Legally. Eternally.

When she’s mine, I’ll ruin her—push her to her limits, punish her deep, and love her in the darkest, most wicked ways until she finally understands what hate really means.

She'll soon learn what true obsession tastes like. And perhaps that will be the day when the evil God of Death finally cracks a smile.

Deflowering Delphi

Delphi:
Two truths once ruled my world.

First: There should never be anything erotic between Captor and Captive.
Second: The Hellish God of Power would want nothing to do with me—the High Priestess of Time and Fortune. I am too pure, too sacred, too untouchable for him.

And yet, here I am—kidnapped, bound, forced to aid him on a mission shrouded in darkness.

In theory, once I serve my purpose, he should release me. But predators don’t set free trembling prey. My fate grows worse, especially now that I’ve shown him good girls also have dirty knees.

Nympho Notes

The God of Sin

Every year, for eight weeks, Hellish Gods walk the Earth.

Halloween summons me and my lover, the God of Lust, to collect energy from human vice-the dark nectar that sustains my Realm. But this time, Lust captures something... special.

Everest Blue.

A devastatingly reckless mortal with a death wish. The very thought of her suicide is... unacceptable.

She doesn't know it yet, but she's ours. Every scream, every wet nightmare, every ounce of her pleasure belongs to us - to command, to feed from. Her fantasies alone could fuel my Realm for eternity. And that's precisely why she'll never escape.

But by the time Halloween is over, I'm certain that she won't want to be set free.

Breaking Broken

Siren
She was supposed to be a distraction.
A fragile, trembling thing to make the school days go by quicker: Maze.
So soft. So mortal. Broken in ways only monsters like me fantasise about. My little Stray. The quiet virgin with sad eyes and no future. God, she was so fucking delicious in the beginning.

She should’ve died the first time I tasted her. But she didn’t. She came back.
Again. And again.
It’s a sick joke. Because every time I kill her, our bond tightens. How was I supposed to know that killing her would turn her into my fated mate?

Every time she remembers what we are to each other, I end her.
Every time she comes back, I unravel further.
I am Siren, the daughter of Sin and Lust.
I was never meant to crave.
Never meant to need.
Never meant to love.
But Maze? She’s tearing apart my prophecy one death at a time.

And now my broken little toy wants vengeance.
She’s not just back. She’s evolved.
And for the first time in my godless existence— I’m afraid.

Somno Slave

Sleep Paralysis Demon:
I am not interested in her consent.
I am here for her collapse.

Doctor Rheda Ainsley enters my cell believing she has been trained to observe, to diagnose and sentence me. She thinks she is in control; she believes the glass keeps her separate from me.

But she doesn’t know that I am not here to be analysed. I am here to overwrite her. To hollow her out and rebuild her memories around my seductive whispers.

When she closes her eyes at night, it’s my face she fantasies about. It’s my hot body touching her unconscious one.

I correct her thoughts in her sleep. I teach her how easily control dissolves. I isolate her from her profession, her colleagues, her sense of moral authority. I break her until she needs me to function. Until she craves the place where I hurt her because it is the only place she feels whole. Until there is no version of her left that can exist without my presence pressing against the inside of her skull.

This is not seduction.
This is conditioning.

Dream by dream, I will make my sweet little doctor my Somno Slave.