Parker Novels Novels & Stories

"This is nothing kitten, nothing at all." He whispered into my ear, each word punctuated with a deep thrust of his fingers. "It hardly compares to what else I could do to you." I couldn't even think about what else he could do. There was no more space in my brain for anything other than the overwhelming crash that was seconds away from crushing me. "I'm gonna..." I squeezed my eyes closed, helpless to the sensations as my climax drew near. "Cum for me." He commanded darkly. **** He’s the bad boy she’s supposed to stay away from... She’s the good girl he can’t stop craving. Ariana Bennett had her entire life scripted out, yet everything changes the moment her world collided with Nick Beaufort.... the sinfully hot, cocky quarterback. He’s everything she should avoid. Yet when the chemistry between them burns hotter than she could ever imagine. Ariana is torn between giving into her deepest desires or staying away from the man who might just ruin her life. "I’ll ruin you, Ariana. And you’ll crave it."

40 forbidden stories. 40 powerful, ruthless men. 40 innocent or untouched women who will never be the same again. This isn’t sweet love. This isn’t gentle romance. This is raw, filthy, panty-soaking corruption. Watch as innocent girls get ruined on their stepbrother’s cock, spread wide on their doctor’s examination table, claimed by mafia kings, shared by three dominant men, fucked by their best friend’s father, and broken by men who know exactly how to turn good girls into dripping, begging sluts. From the shy virgin who walks in on her stepbrother stroking his huge cock… to the curious patient who lets her doctor do a very “thorough” exam… to the innocent girl sold to a billionaire who teaches her every dirty pleasure she never knew existed. These men don’t ask, they take, they corrupt, they ruin and their women? They learn to love every second of it. Warning: Extremely explicit. Extremely addictive. Your panties will be soaked. Your fingers will wander. Are you ready to get ruined?"

Eliza Ward does not fall through time. Time bends toward her. Pulled from the present into Revolutionary America, Eliza becomes trapped in a landscape where history repeats unevenly, battles restart with variations, and memory functions as both anchor and weapon. She is not a chosen heroine, but a constant: a woman whose awareness destabilizes the moment itself. She meets Mercy Hale, a midwife and witch who understands time as a negotiation rather than a force to command. Mercy aids Eliza’s survival while refusing the role of savior, having already learned the cost of standing too close to history’s center. During a looping battle, Eliza saves Thomas Reed, a Continental soldier who does not shift when time does. Thomas is an anchor: steady, observant, unchanged across iterations. Their bond deepens in an almost-normal village where time briefly behaves. Eliza’s intervention triggers time’s response. Rather than immediate destruction, time collects interest. Mercy bargains to spare Eliza and Thomas, sacrificing her own future to stabilize the present. Time extracts payment from Eliza as well, stripping away her voice, the very tool she uses to name and hold moments in place. Silenced and unmoored, Eliza is violently displaced back into the original battle. Unable to anchor the moment, she watches Thomas die in the version of history that was always waiting beneath her defiance. Told in rotating perspectives between Eliza, Thomas, and Mercy, The Hours That Refused to Behave is a lyrical time-travel novel about revolution, restraint, and consequence, asking not whether history can be changed, but who pays when it is.

"If you don't turn the fuck around and look at me, I'll pull the fucking trigger in my head." Reader Discretion Is Advised, this is not your average love story. The first 27 chapters will draw you in gently, revealing the cracks in Camilla's world, the men who twist her fate, and the fire she never knew she carried. But don’t mistake the slow burn for softness. She learns. She hardens. She rises. From there, things shift. Love turns darker. Desire gets sharper. Violence isn’t just background, it’s survival. And the romance? It’s messy, fierce, and utterly addictive. If you’re here for morally gray men, vulnerable but fiery heroines, and a plot that doesn’t hold back... welcome. This book will hurt you, heal you and leave you breathless.

Age is Just a Number. Rebecca Martin has achieved most things one might hope to by thirty. She is a successful business owner, drives a nice car and is wrapping up the details on a custom built home on the lake. The only thing she is missing is someone to share her accomplishments with. One man has never been far from her thoughts – Kade McMillian, but his return to town after far too many years of chasing his dreams couldn’t be more poorly timed. With a younger man demanding Rebecca attention at the office, she has to decide between reconstructing a relationship from her past or diving in deep to something new and seemingly forbidden.

My Needs. My Demands. Your Pleasure. You're Welcome. She had one year left of college when our parents got married. And thanks to being raised in poverty, she needed help with her expenses. My dad, being the benevolent billionaire, stepped up without question. But there was a catch. She had to intern at the firm for a year. With me. As her boss. Poor sweet little thing. She has no clue what she’s up against, but she’ll figure it out soon. I don’t play typical games, but the ones I do play, I always win. And regardless of how taboo our relationship might become, I’m all in. The reward is worth the risk. I just hope she can keep up with my many demands.

He said I couldn’t do it, but he was wrong. An old professor at UCLA promised me that I would make nothing of myself, so I made sure I did. To the tune of billions. I’m only a little cocky about it. Yachts, parties, and one-night events pretty much spell out my life. And all of it works well until I run into a beauty I can’t get out of my head. But we’re keeping it friendly and casual until we aren’t. There’s just one problem. Her old man hates me. And for good reason. He was my UCLA professor. He’s dead set against me becoming anything important to his little girl, but the old man’s got it all backward. I’m not looking to make an example out of our passion or prove a point. This isn’t about hit it and quit it. His daughter is mine, and he might kick me out, but she’s letting me all the way in.

Nervously anticipating the Moonlight Ball, Ariana 'Ria' Ashford hopes for a mate that wouldn't take her too far from her younger sisters, who have no family other than her, and the order of blue moon, of which she is the leader. Made an Alpha at the age of 14, Magnus Adamos attends the mating ball to find the mate he does not want. But an alpha's wants are of no concern in comparison to the pack needs. The pack needs a Luna. Opposite to the core, they never expected to be the mates. Regarded unfit to be by his side, can he ever accept her to be his Luna. Unwilling to move on from her past life, will she open her heart to a pack with bloody history, an alpha with a little son and a broken heart?

I’m raising someone else’s kid. My sister’s daughter, and where I thought I’d never make it as a single father bachelor, I was wrong. This little girl has my heart. And only her. Until a stray dog happens upon my place and we’re forced to call a vet. And a beautiful woman showed up. I didn’t believe in fate. But it seems to believe in me. The beautiful woman who helped us out with the dog shows up again later on a blind date across the table from me. And I’m sold out for her before I realize what’s happening. Pulling back is my only hope for survival. After losing my sister, I’m far more protective of me and her little one. But it’s a losing battle. No way I’m going anywhere, until I’m forced to. It would seem I have a kid of my own in the world. Maybe this is the breaking point where I can walk away from the all-consuming passion of my new romance. Because I’m good with giving my time, my body, and all of my money. But to her? I’ve accidentally given all of me.

I went to the bar to blow off steam. He went to escape his world. Neither of us expected that moment. One too many drinks and I did the unthinkable. I kissed a stranger. Not just a kiss. A desperate, heated, reckless mess of lips and need. Right there in the corner of the bar, I kissed him like he belonged to me. And for a second… it felt like he did. No names. No promises. No consequences. When I walked into my new job the next morning, and saw him behind the desk. Matteo Russo. Billionaire. CEO. Cold-hearted devil in a tailored suit. And now? My boss. He remembers every detail. So do I. How long can I survive working under the man whose touch still burns on my lips?