LGBTQ+ Dark Romantasy
Date Published: April 10, 2026
Devil's Man: Roman vows to have Carter, a reclusive professor, one way or another. Roman's devilish scheme to seduce Carter succeeds, to the great pleasure of all involved, but their tryst ends with dire consequences. To stay alive, Roman and Carter will have to face their deepest fears.
Between the Covers: Leah has to discover why Loveland College students are obsessed with having sex in her section of the college library. Leah turns to Sam, a Campus Security Detective, for expert advice. Together they seek the truth... Between the Covers.
Mayan Destiny: Professor Patrice Valez dreams of Mayan ruins and gods of old. When she wins a grant to study an obscure Mayan temple, she's stunned, and not entirely happy, to discover her Mayan obsession has a purpose -- and a price.
Bump in the Night -- "Department of Paranormal Research." Wade's colleagues laugh at the title on his office door. But if he can debunk the ghosts of the famed Hoag Mansion, he'll finally start getting the recognition he deserves. What he finds instead are things that go bump in the night...
"Over here."
There was an impatient huff before a woman said, "I thought you said you
knew where it was."
Leah Spencer paused in the act of replacing a book into its proper Dewey
decimal order on the shelf. She looked around but didn't see anyone. Still,
the sounds of heavy breathing were coming from a nearby location.
"I do. It's right here." Teeth of a zipper were parted.
"That is not what I'm looking for." This time instead of sounding
aggrieved, the female's voice dripped with amusement.
Oh, crap. Not again. Her section of the library had to be the hottest
make out spot on campus lately.
"Suck me," a male voice hissed.
"Like this?"
"Oh, yeah. That's it."
He started to moan. Wet sounds slipped between the logically ordered
tomes to reach Leah's ears. Her face heated, and so did her feminine core.
"Lick it."
Apparently his lover complied because inarticulate encouragement ensued.
Leah considered peeking around the spines to catch a glimpse of their faces so
she could give a description to campus security, but as soon as she moved, the
book in her hands rasped against the ones on the shelf at her waist.
"What was that?" the woman asked, suspicious.
Leah froze, her heart beating frantically at the thought of being
discovered. It would certainly get her fired if the administration learned
she'd been listening to, rather than interrupting, the copulating couple.
Assuming, of course, that she survived the humiliation of being labeled a
sexual voyeur.
"It's nothing. Ignore it," her partner replied.
"I really think --"
He cut her off. "No one ever comes up here. No one except people like
us. Might get crowded, but we're not going to get in trouble."
His partner seemed reassured by his explanation. "Yeah, I guess you're
right."
Safe for the moment, Leah carefully stepped out of her shoes so her feet
wouldn't make a sound as she dashed down the main corridor, away from the
action. Once she'd reached her miniscule office, she picked up the phone and
dialed a number she knew by heart.
"It's happening again," Leah said as soon as Campus Security Detective
Samuel Zheng answered.
"Damn. That makes the fourth time today."
The husky tenor of his voice jumpstarted the lust already simmering in
her veins. Leah wished she were brave enough to intimately touch herself
during one of these conversations. So far, she hadn't dared. But to come to
the sound of his voice, to be that close to him whether he knew it or not,
would be... would be... pathetic.
"Leah?"
She sighed, dismissing the fantasy and zeroing in on reality. "Yeah, I'm
here."
"I'm on my way. Don't let them leave."
Right, she thought as the dial tone echoed in her ear. Even if Sam ran
the whole way, it would take him ten minutes to arrive. She was a
five-foot-nothing couch potato. How was she supposed to restrain two healthy
adults if they were determined to go? Keep them riveted with a discourse on
the finer points of fellatio?
Assuming they hadn't already left, she'd have to stay where she could
monitor them. Listening to their passionate directives. Picturing them...
Enough!
As quietly as she could, Leah tiptoed back to her hiding place. Again,
somehow she betrayed her presence. Damn Sam for asking her to do his job!
"There's another noise," the woman hissed. "Someone's coming."
"No one is coming but me, baby. Suck me a little harder, would ya?"
The woman chuckled softly. "Mmm, you're such a big boy. Gonna have to
find something special to do for you." In the quiet, close quarters, Leah
detected the rustle of fabric, followed by the snick of a bra being undone.
"How about this, stud? Does it do anything for you?"
"That... is so... hot."
Images of what they might be doing flickered through Leah's mind. She
closed her eyes. Their out-of-sync heavy breathing fueled the white-hot lust
pulsing between her legs. She envisioned a pair of plump breasts surrounding a
hard shaft, the rosy head peeking up from the deep, lily-white valley.
"Gonna let me fuck you?" the guy panted out.
"No, I want you to come like this. All over my breasts."
"Oh, yeah."
The smell of sex permeated the air. Leah's clit throbbed. She didn't
want to risk moving around too much for fear of scaring them off, but she had
to do something to soothe the ache in her swollen clit. Using the only option
that came to mind, Leah placed a heavy tome between her legs. As quietly as
possible, she ground against it so the rigid spine rode over her pussy,
sending ripples of pleasure through her body.
People often teased her about getting off on books, but this was the
first time she'd actually attempted it. The thought almost made her giggle,
but she choked it off.
"That's it. Fuck my tits, stud."
"Gonna come," he announced.
"Do it for me. Do it now."
Leah was near the edge herself. As he grunted through his climax, Leah
rubbed the book between her legs. Given the volume's size, it took both hands
although she badly wished one were free to pluck at her pebbled nipples.
She'd never felt so wanton in her life. She imagined semen coating the
woman's breasts, his hands rubbing it in. Her mouth licking him clean. All the
while, her BOB substitute stroked her into a frenzy of wet, hot need.
"Here, let me get that." Whatever the man's offer entailed, his partner
seemed to enjoy it. Her cry of pleasure triggered Leah's release. It wasn't
the best orgasm of her life, but her reaction was intensified by the fact that
she'd made it happen at all. In the library. Where she could have been caught
at any second.
What in the hell had she been thinking?
As she pondered the depths of her recent depravity, the lights overhead
dimmed for a full ten seconds, then brightened again. It signaled the
five-minute warning before the staff started herding students out of Loveland
College Library. Shit! Where was Sam?
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