Kat Addams Livres

Rub one out with this genie, and you’re guaranteed to get more than three wishes. As a workaholic writer, I’m used to chasing down the latest story. As a single lady, I’m also used to pursuing that perfect O, all by my lonesome. But this time, the story is a ghost hunt … literally.My hometown of Morningwood has been experiencing supernatural activity lately, and I’m headed home to investigate the ridiculous rumors. I don’t believe in ghosts. At least, I didn’t until a sexy, comedic genie named Dylan popped out of a big blue dildo and right into my bed. I’m certain this is a postorgasmic haze, or maybe I’m dreaming. But this ghostly guy can ride my magic carpet anytime. Dylan has lost his ability to grant wishes, thanks to a spell from my witchy great-aunt Karen, but he’s never lost his magic touch. Talk about horny and hexed! The only way to break his curse is to find the matching toy to his “lamp,” hidden in a town I’m now convinced might be haunted. From boogeymen to butt plugs, our hilarious adventure is nothing short of epic!

Sometimes, all it takes is a hot meal—or a broken heater—to spark a long-lost flame! Marilyn I was looking for a handyman, not a “handsy” man. And don't think I was too old to know the difference. You wouldn't believe the things these eyes had seen. Thought I'd seen it all—until I joined Tinder. I was swiping men away like flies. To the left. To the left. Too grouchy. Too gassy. Not enough hair. Not enough teeth. I was elderly, not dead. The last person I’d expected to see was Clyde Jenkins. Now, here was a man who could handle his tools. Clyde I was looking for a home-cooked meal now and again … and maybe a respectable woman to warm my bed. After spending a little time on this online dating app, I wasn't sure there were many women my age still alive out there. Then, I stumbled across a photo that gave my pacemaker—and other parts—a tickle. Marilyn May … I knew she was a feisty lady and a dang good cook. She’d also happened to be my first sweetheart. So, I did what any self-respecting man in his post-prime would do. I swiped right, trimmed my nose hairs, and pulled out my church shirt. They don't call these the golden years for nothing!

Gimme an F ... F! Gimme a U ... U! What's that spell? FU! Forks University Fashion Academy was my dream school. And my spoiled little heart was used to getting what I wanted ... until now. Being rescued by the annoyingly gorgeous Dominick Moretti, my sworn enemy per our family's endless feud, turned my designer life into a nightmare. I had been minding my own business-pulling a teeny-tiny BAD prank on behalf of my sorority, Beta Alpha Delta-when the fraternity, Delta Iota Kappa caught me. Lucky for me, the DIK who had come to my rescue was none other than Dominick. We should hate each other. I mean, his family had basically stolen my dad's business plan, making them rich and creating a grudge deeper than any university rival. But try telling that to my lady bits. Suddenly, everything seemed so last season compared to being with him. I'd had no idea fraternizing with the enemy would prove to be more dangerous than running in six-inch stilettos. Walking away from our families was the only way to be together ... but was I ready to trade my comfortable life of luxury for a chance at love? Sew Basic is a forbidden, enemies to lovers romantic comedy. This book is part of an interconnected series, but can be read as a standalone.

DTF. Support your local girl gang! Me and my dirty, tough female besties are ready to dominate in Whip It Out!As a dominatrix and a boss babe, I was used to taking charge both in and out of the bedroom. But raising a kid …That was a lot of responsibility. How would I know the first thing about motherhood when my mom was such a bad example?I sure wasn’t looking for love or a hot-as-hell, overprotective single dad. But that was exactly what I found gyrating onstage in a leopard-print thong. Terrance—my favorite bartender by day and stripper named Tito by night. What was not to love?Plus, if things didn’t work out, my girl gang always had my back. Pink taco getaway truck and all. But the way Terrance loved his little girl melted my heart and gave me a warm feeling that I hadn’t thought existed in my cold, dead soul. I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I could be the woman he needed me to be.What could it hurt if I gave it a shot? Book 3 of the DTF Series can be read as a stand-alone, but the stories are interconnected. Reading them in order is recommended.

Gimme an F! F! Gimme a U! U! What's that spell? FU! Graduating Forks University Fashion Academy was the first step in my carefully designed plan to make a name for myself and my label, Minx, in the fashion world. Being pestered by playboy Preston Lancaster was a tale as old as time. But being turned on by my big brother's prankster best friend was the latest-and I was a notorious trendsetter. From faux pas to ménage à trois, my feelings for Preston were getting too haute to handle while my relationship with my boyfriend, Jeff, was becoming so last season. I was a Beta Alpha Delta-a BAD girl for life-and Jeff was a Delta Iota Kappa-the DIK of my dreams. But even our Greek letters couldn't hold us together when my Prince Charming turned into a completely jealous psycho. Preston came to my rescue, but now, he was standing in my way. I needed to stay focused on my fast track to the runway. After all, he was my sworn enemy. But it didn't feel that way when I was wrapped up in his arms-and in his sheets. My resolve was hanging on by a thread ... and so were my panties.