Is 'A Month Of Roses: Thirty-One Meditations On The Rosary' Good For Daily Devotion?

If you’re a delicate little flower who clutches pearls and believes sex should only happen in the missionary position with the lights off and your spouse’s permission, close this book immediately. Seriously. Put it down before you ruin your boring little life with uncontrollable wetness and questionable morals. Still here? Good girl. Welcome to Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet — a ruthless, dripping-wet collection of one hundred filthy, plot-driven taboo stories that don’t just flirt with the line… they bend you over it, fuck you senseless, and leave you leaking.😉 💦

Thirty stories. Thirty moments that change everything. Behind every closed door is a choice waiting to be made—between desire and self-control, truth and deception, love and consequence. From unexpected encounters and hidden emotions to dangerous attractions and life-changing decisions, each story explores the moments where hearts race and boundaries blur. Some sins are whispered. Some are hidden. And some are impossible to resist. Irresistible Sins: A Collection of Short Stories is a captivating journey through passion, secrets, heartbreak, and the choices that leave lasting marks. Will they walk away… or give in?

Forbidden romance between a nun and a biker. "Forgive me father, for I will sin." A nun, too innocent for the world of ways catches the eye of the notorious bike gang's heir, a demon known for his cunning nature. What could go wrong, right? Just that the notorious demon hunts her down, breaks down all her her beliefs and hell bent of making her sin for him. "My canary," he calls her, his intention clear. He wants to set his canary free from the clutches of the religion. But will the canary go with him willingly, or will he have to kidnap his bride? To know more, follow me along to know their story.

Meet Rose a fiery red head that wants to be seen as more than a household decoration. Based in the 1800’s, this story goes from ballgowns to spy’s, mystery voodoo dolls to delicious torture. Stay tuned for all the twists and turns this young maiden finds herself engaged in. If you like historical romance, a little steam, and a woman that finds her inner warrior… you will love this book.

Abused. Tortured. Forced. Who would have known that she is worth a million dollars? Elia Dominic Morello, an experienced killer and also professionally known as someone who is in the Mafia. His dark stormy eyes have saw violence, his tanned rough hands have done violence and his perky full lips have said threats of death. He had gone through pain . . . suffering and all the possibility of making him stronger. All her ever did was for the sake of his family and his loved ones. His selfishness was to keep them safe without having to deal with the possibility of dying, with each passing day but it all changed when he found the ONE. Rose, beautiful yet prickly. She was like roses, indeed. But, she was also the woman he'd risk his entire life for . . . no matter the circumstances.

Rosemary is an orphaned werewolf girl with extreme gifts. Taken away from her childhood friend Jesiah who is destined to become the king of werewolf’s. Forced to train to become an assassin for the Vatican to kill their eternal enemy Lucifer. Rosemary finds herself in the middle of romance between Lucifer whom she was sworn to kill and Jesiah her loving mate. Enjoy! Excerpt - With my eyes closed, I stretched my arms to feel silky sheets all around me. Coming to, I remembered blacking out near the river so why am I feeling silk and pillows?!? I shot up and took in my surroundings. I noticed a dagger on the wall. Is this another one of Enora’s drills? I thought feeling confused. Then the flood of memories from the past night hit me. I killed her. I killed hundreds of wolves in training. The realization began to sink in and though they were vile creatures and Enora treated me less than an animal, I felt guilt. Guilt that I gave into the monster they created in me. The nuns, the Order, Enora. They never wanted me alive because they cared for me. They didn’t train me and push my power for the purpose of helping protect myself or others. No, they wanted to use me. The empty angry void in my soul was because of them. I was never nurtured in all my time at the convent nor Enoras prison. I was completely unloved. Though I needed so badly to burst into tears, I couldn’t bring myself to cry. Lost in my thoughts, the door to my left began to open and before my host could walk completely in, I grabbed a chunk full of hair on the top of their head and put my dagger to their muscular neck.