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<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" > <channel> <title>Birds Heaven</title> <atom:link href="https://birdsheaven.com/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/</link> <description>Steamy Romances · Sex Stories · Erotic Romances · LGBTQ Fiction · Sexuality Nonfiction Books</description> <lastBuildDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2025 10:08:19 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en-US</language> <sy:updatePeriod> hourly </sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency> 1 </sy:updateFrequency> <generator>https://wordpress.org/?v=6.8.2</generator> <image> <url>https://birdsheaven.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/cropped-favicon-32x32.png</url> <title>Birds Heaven</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/</link> <width>32</width> <height>32</height></image> <site xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">178836666</site> <item> <title>Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls (Book Two) Lust in the Shadows: The Curse of the Goth Lily Doll by Alyson Ricci</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/chronicles-of-the-living-lily-dolls-book-two-lust-in-the-shadows-the-curse-of-the-goth-lily-doll-by-alyson-ricci/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2025 10:08:12 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotic Romance (4)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Horror]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Paranormal]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7264</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>Selena's Book of Shadows Book 2 In the second installment of Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls, eighteen-year-old Trevor, a socially isolated Goth teen grappling with an abusive father and a lonely existence, discovers a mysterious Lily doll in a local occult emporium. Drawn to its eerie allure despite warnings of its haunted nature, Trevor […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/chronicles-of-the-living-lily-dolls-book-two-lust-in-the-shadows-the-curse-of-the-goth-lily-doll-by-alyson-ricci/">Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls (Book Two) Lust in the Shadows: The Curse of the Goth Lily Doll by Alyson Ricci</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Selena's Book of Shadows Book 2</h4><p>In the second installment of <em>Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls</em>, eighteen-year-old Trevor, a socially isolated Goth teen grappling with an abusive father and a lonely existence, discovers a mysterious Lily doll in a local occult emporium. Drawn to its eerie allure despite warnings of its haunted nature, Trevor takes the doll home and transforms it into a gothic reflection of himself.</p><p>Unbeknownst to him, the doll is inhabited by the spirit of a dark pixie with a troubled past, whose enchantment awakens under Trevor's touch. As strange occurrences escalate—objects moving, mirrors shattering, and a bully mysteriously injured—the Lily doll reveals her true identity and magical origins. Bound by a shared sense of alienation, Trevor and the Lily Doll form an intense, forbidden connection that deepens into a passionate, yet erotic, supernatural bond.</p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/46q28cJ" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><h3>Excerpt from Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls (Book Two) © Copyright 2025 Alyson Ricci</h3><p>Trevor felt a blush creep up his neck, his gaze meeting Lily's. He'd never considered his actions as anything other than a desperate attempt to make something beautiful and alive in his otherwise bleak existence. To hear her articulate it, to see the genuine emotion in her glass eyes, made his heart ache in a way he couldn't comprehend. He carefully scooped her up, his touch as gentle as if she were made of spun moonlight, and settled her onto his palm. “I… I just wanted to take care of you, Lily,” he confessed, his voice thick with unspoken feelings. “You're… you're the only thing that makes sense.”</p><p>Lily smiled, a soft, radiant thing that illuminated the dusty room. She traced the lines of his palm with a delicate finger. “And you, Trevor,” she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound tenderness, “are the only one who sees me. Truly sees me.” She leaned closer, her tiny form a beacon of warmth against the gloom. “Perhaps this is the beginning of something… unexpected. For both of us.”</p><p>As Trevor held Lily in his palm, her tiny form radiating that inexplicable warmth, he felt a flush creep up his neck, his cheeks burning under her gaze. She was so small, so delicate, yet her presence filled the room like a storm about to break. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. “I… I don't know what to say, Lily. This is all so… unreal.”</p><p>Lily tilted her head, her black-lipped smile turning playful, almost mischievous. She stepped lightly across his palm, her fishnet bodice clinging to her curves in a way that suddenly made Trevor hyper-aware of every detail—the way the leather hugged her plastic breasts, the subtle sway of her hips in those tight black jeans. She placed one tiny hand on his thumb, stroking it slowly, deliberately.</p><p>“Unreal? Oh, Trevor, I'm very real.” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, laced with a teasing lilt. “Go ahead, touch me. You've done it before. Remember when dressing me like this… your fingers lingering just a little too long.”</p><p>Trevor's breath hitched, his face turning a deeper shade of red. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. “I-I didn't mean to… I mean, I was just… making you, you know…” He stammered, his eyes darting away from her, but he couldn't help glancing back, mesmerized by how alive she seemed—how her glass eyes sparkled as she bit her lip.</p><p>She giggled, a soft, melodic sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Hopping off his palm, she landed gracefully on his chest, her tiny feet pressing against the fabric of his shirt. She began to walk upward, toward his collarbone, her movements slow and deliberate, exploring him. “Making me what? Hmm? Your goth queen? All dark and sexy.” She paused, pressing her palm against his skin where his shirt dipped low, her touch cool yet electrifying. “But tell me, Trevor… when you stripped off my old clothes, were you fantasizing in the moment, wondering what I would look like if I were real?”</p><p>He froze, his blush spreading to his ears as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “Lily, I… that's not… I mean, you're a doll. I wasn't thinking like that.” But his voice betrayed him, cracking slightly, and he could feel a stir of something unfamiliar, a mix of nervousness and curiosity that made his stomach twist.</p><p>“Oh, come on,” she purred, climbing higher until she was perched on his shoulder again, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered. “Don't be shy. I felt your hands on me—hesitant at first, then… bolder. You lingered on my hips, my chest. Admit it, it excited you.” She nuzzled closer, her tiny body pressing against his neck, and he swore he could feel her breath, warm and teasing. “I bet you've fantasized about me coming to life. That's the real reason you brought me home isn't it? Those warnings about me, excited you.”</p><p>Trevor's hands clenched the bed-sheets, his face now beat red. He turned his head slightly, trying to meet her eyes without dislodging her. “F-fantasized? No, I… okay, maybe a little. But it's weird, right? You're so small, and I'm… me.” He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is crazy. What if …”</p><p>Lily slid down his arm like a playful cat, landing in his lap with a soft bounce that made him jolt. She straddled his thigh, her legs dangling on either side, and looked up at him with a wicked grin. “You're so nervous, it's cute.” She ran her hands along the seam of his jeans, her touch feather-light but insistent, tracing upward toward his zipper. He shifted uncomfortably, his blush intensifying as he felt her proximity, her tiny form radiating an unexpected heat. “Lily, stop… I mean, not stop, but… what if I hurt you? Or… what are you even suggesting?” His voice was a whisper, laced with embarrassment, but his eyes were locked on her, unable to look away. She laughed again, standing up in his lap and twirling once, her hips swaying provocatively. “Hurt me? Oh, please. I'm tougher than I look—and besides, I like a little risk.” She stepped closer, pressing her body against his abdomen, her hands reaching up to tug at his shirt. “Suggesting? Mmm, how about I show you instead?” With a fluid motion, she climbed higher, her fingers hooking into the fabric as she pulled herself up to his chest. “Undress me, Trevor. Like you did before. But this time… I have a little surprise for you.”</p><p>His hands trembled as he reached for her, hesitating just inches away. “I… I can't. This feels wrong. You're alive now. It's different.” But his fingers brushed her shoulder anyway, sending a spark through both of them.</p><p>“Trevor, shhhh”, Lily shushed him pushing her tiny finger to his lips. Trevor swallowed hard, his face aflame, but he didn't pull away. Instead, with a nervous exhale, he gently tugged at the fabric, his mind racing with a whirlwind of fear and desire as Lily's risqué teasing pulled him deeper into their forbidden connection.</p><p>Trevor's fingers hovered at the edge of Lily's fishnet top, his breath shallow and uneven, his face still flushed a deep crimson. He could feel the faint tremor in his hand, the mix of nerves and anticipation making his pulse race. Lily, perched boldly on his chest, looked up at him with those shimmering glass eyes—now seeming less like glass and more like living embers, full of mischief and desire.</p><p>“Oh, Trevor,” she murmured, her voice a silky purr that sent a shiver straight down his spine. “You're trimbling. Don't tell me you're scared of little ole' me.” She reached up, wrapping her tiny hands around his index finger, guiding it slowly but firmly toward the hem of her bodice. “Here, let me help you. Just… pull it up. Nice and slow.”</p><p>“I-I don't know if…,” Trevor stammered, his blush deepening as he felt the fabric catch under his fingertip.</p><p>“Shh, no more excuses,” she interrupted, her tone teasing yet commanding. She pressed his finger down, hooking it under the edge of her top, and tugged gently with him. “Come on. Undress me like you did that first night.”</p><p>With a hesitant pull, Trevor eased the bodice upward, the material sliding over her torso. As it peeled away, revealing her bare form, his eyes widened in shock. Her body wasn't smooth, featureless plastic—it was… real. Soft, pale skin that looked warm and inviting, with subtle curves and details that made her anatomically correct in ways a doll never could be. Small, pert breasts with pink nipples that hardened slightly in the air, a defined waist, and lower still, a hint of delicate folds that made him avert his gaze quickly, his face burning hotter than ever.</p><p>“W-what… how?” he whispered, his voice cracking as he dropped the tiny top to the side, his finger lingering frozen against her now-silken side. “You're… you're not plastic anymore. This feels like… skin. Real skin.”</p><p>She giggled softly, as she stretched languidly under his gaze, her hands trailing down her body in a provocative display. “Mmm, I love that look on your face—like you've unwrapped a forbidden gift.” She stepped closer on his chest, her bare feet pressing into his shirt, and ran her fingers over her newly softened skin, cupping one of her breasts teasingly. “The longer I'm alive like this, the more real my body becomes. Day by day, hour by hour, the enchantment deepens. Plastic turns to flesh, cold to warm… and oh, it feels so good. Touch me. Feel how soft I am now.”</p><p>Trevor's hand trembled as he brought his finger back, gently brushing it along her arm, then down her side. It was true—velvety skin, yielding slightly under his touch, warm like a living thing. He swallowed hard, his nervousness making his words tumble out. “Holy shit… you're beautiful, Lily. But…”she arched into his fingertip like a cat seeking more affection, guiding it lower to trace the curve of her hip.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/chronicles-of-the-living-lily-dolls-book-two-lust-in-the-shadows-the-curse-of-the-goth-lily-doll-by-alyson-ricci/">Chronicles of the Living Lily Dolls (Book Two) Lust in the Shadows: The Curse of the Goth Lily Doll by Alyson Ricci</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7264</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Grumpy Billionaire’s Runaway Bride by Aria McDow</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/grumpy-billionaires-runaway-bride-by-aria-mcdow/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2025 09:47:48 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotica (5)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[contemporary]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7261</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>I ran out on my wedding and ended up in a snowstorm—with a grumpy billionaire in my borrowed bed. I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels. I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping. One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again. Darien […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/grumpy-billionaires-runaway-bride-by-aria-mcdow/">Grumpy Billionaire’s Runaway Bride by Aria McDow</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>I ran out on my wedding and ended up in a snowstorm—with a grumpy billionaire in my borrowed bed.</strong></p><p>I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels.</p><p>I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping.</p><p>One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again.</p><p>Darien Blackwood: heir to a legal empire, permanently scowling, and inconveniently shirtless.</p><p>I patch him up after a deer totals his Corvette. He blames me. Obviously.</p><p>We can’t stand each other—until we’re stuck together.</p><p>He cooks gourmet food at midnight while I cry over wedding cake I never got to eat.</p><p>We fake a relationship to throw off his obsessed ex—and my unhinged one.</p><p>But the fake kisses start feeling dangerously real.</p><p>I’m falling. Hard.</p><p>Then I see him with her. I run—back to the one place I swore I’d never return—carrying a secret I can’t outrun.</p><p><em>The baby growing inside me… is it his? Or the fiancé’s I left at the altar?</em></p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/4nl3qeT" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><h3>Excerpt from Grumpy Billionaire's Runaway Bride © Copyright 2025 Aria McDow</h3><h4>Prologue</h4><h4>BAILEY</h4><p><em>11:58 PM</em></p><p><em>December 23</em></p><p>Just how long can I run away from my train wreck of a life?</p><p>I clutch the blankets tighter. <em>You really</em> nailed an epic disaster today, Bailey. Well done.</p><p>The warmth of the cottage and the soft cocoon of blankets is my only solace. I can feel the day’s events replaying on a loop: my white-knuckled grip on the bouquet, the gasp of the crowd, the stunned look on Rob’s face when I bolted.</p><p>It's not like I have commitment issues. I just have a deep-seated discomfort with the concept of lifelong legal and emotional entanglement with a man I can finally admit, I don’t love. Unfortunately, I figured that out half-way down the aisle. Yes, there’s that. A soft chuckle escapes my lips, but it feels foreign, out of place, and has a bitter taste.</p><p>I focus on the flickering shadows of the snowflakes outside, each one a tiny, floating speck.</p><p>Then I start counting.</p><p>Slowly, blessedly, the whirlpool of thoughts quiet down, and my breathing steadies. I feel the blessed cloak of sleep finally pull me under, offering a merciful escape from the chaos of the day.</p><p>All is silent and dark.</p><p>I have no idea how long I’ve been in a dreamless sleep. What I do know is that it’s long enough to be too darn early to be awakened from it. But that’s exactly what happens when the glorious, feel-nothing-dark state I’m enjoying is penetrated by…something.</p><p>I’m experiencing that weird state where consciousness returns but not the ability to move my body. I sense the mattress dip and a klaxon alarm goes off in my head. Something heavy, something substantial has joined me in the bed.</p><p>Battle stations! This is not a drill!</p><p>My eyes snap open, heart pounding. Someone’s getting into bed with me. Is it Rob, come to claim his honeymoon rights? Panic surges, I’m freed from my paralysis, and instincts take over, propelling me to lash out blindly.</p><p>In a flash, my hand gropes around, connects with something Solid, and I hear a grunt. I sit up, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Another swing, this time I recognize I’m holding a decorative wooden tray from the nightstand. It hits something hard, and I hear a hiss of pain.</p><p>“Ow!”</p><p>I don’t recognize the voice but as terrified as I am, I know it’s not Rob’s. Desperately, my heart pounding out of my chest, I fumble for the bedside lamp with trembling fingers.</p><p>The light flickers on, and I see who is in the room with me. My mouth drops open—it’s Sofia’s brother-in-law, Darien Blackwood. He’s wide-eyed, shielding his head with his arm.</p><p>He is also honest-to-god, drop dead, gorgeously nearly naked.</p><p>Darien is standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of red briefs that hug his firm glutes in the back, and hint at dimensions of his package in the front. His body is a masterpiece—rippling shoulders, chiseled arms, a sculpted chest, and abs that look like they were carved from smooth marble. His legs are long, shapely, and tanned, completing the picture of a Greek god who somehow stumbled into my bed.</p><p>That doesn’t stop me from taking another swing.</p><p>“Bailey!” he barks, dodging another blow. “What the—stop! It’s me! Darien!”</p><p>I narrow my eyes, still gripping the tray tightly. I lower the tray a fraction, my breathing fast and shallow. My heart is still racing, and I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.</p><p>“Eyes up, asshole,” I snap, noticing his gaze drifting towards my heaving breasts.</p><p>“They are,” he mutters, looking me in the eyes. He looks a mess–, his nose red and crusted with blood, tiny cuts all over his face, and one bruising eye staring back at me. This is surreal. I went to bed alone and woke up with a man I only know well enough to have traded barbs with on a few social occasions. “What the fuck happened to you? Did I do that?” I ask, my voice shaking.</p><p>“What? Do what?” He frowns, turning toward the wall mirror. The second he sees himself, he lets out a low whistle. “Don’t flatter yourself, princess. You should see the other deer, I know for a fact he came out worse than me.”</p><p>I stare at him blankly. “Huh? Deer?”</p><p>“Yeah.” He nods seriously, like he’s making sense.</p><p>I blink at him. “Darien, I think you may have a concussion. Normal people say ‘you should see the other guy' when they get into a fight. They don’t blame an animal.”</p><p>“Right. ‘Guy’. That would make more sense if I'd actually fought a person.”</p><p>“Okay,” I nod condescendingly. “And you think you won?”</p><p>He gestures vaguely at his battered face. “This is what winning looks like, sweetheart.”</p><p>His face has assumed a very grumpy expression and it makes him look even more like he went ten rounds with a blender. If his car hit a deer, then it probably has extensive damage…so why is he <em>here,</em> of all places?</p><p>The absurdity of the situation dawns as what is happening suddenly settles in, and for a second, I think I might laugh—or kill him.</p><p>I exhale shakily, then snap, “Darien Blackwood, what the actual fuck are you doing here?</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/grumpy-billionaires-runaway-bride-by-aria-mcdow/">Grumpy Billionaire’s Runaway Bride by Aria McDow</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7261</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Between Sips and Freckles by Hunter Steele</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/between-sips-and-freckles-by-hunter-steele/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2025 09:01:50 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotica (5)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Lesbians]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Men]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[LGBTQ]]></category> <category><![CDATA[lesbian]]></category> <category><![CDATA[short reads]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7256</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>The Complete Saga Passion brews slowly. Obsession burns fast. Step into the provocative world of Between Sips and Freckles, where every glance lingers too long, every touch sparks too much, and secrets are never quite buried. Follow Emilia—a forty-something woman trapped between longing and loyalty—as she spirals deeper into forbidden territory. What begins as a coffeehouse […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/between-sips-and-freckles-by-hunter-steele/">Between Sips and Freckles by Hunter Steele</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>The Complete Saga</h3><p>Passion brews slowly. Obsession burns fast.</p><p>Step into the provocative world of Between Sips and Freckles, where every glance lingers too long, every touch sparks too much, and secrets are never quite buried.</p><p>Follow Emilia—a forty-something woman trapped between longing and loyalty—as she spirals deeper into forbidden territory. What begins as a coffeehouse flirtation with a mysterious barista turns into a consuming affair that unravels her entire life. Along the way, fiery encounters, heartbreaking choices, and emotional awakenings blur the line between love and lust.</p><p>This complete bundle includes all five of Hunter Steele’s sizzling sapphic stories:</p><ul><li><em>Between Sips and Secrets</em></li><li><em>Underneath Her Freckles</em></li><li><em>Underneath Her Freckles – Part II</em></li><li><em>Underneath Her Freckles – Part III</em></li><li><em>Underneath Her Freckles: The Finale</em></li></ul><p>Raw, sensual, and emotionally charged, this saga explores forbidden desires, the ache of what-ifs, and the unrelenting heat between women who can’t stay away—even when they should.</p><p>If you crave a series that balances steamy romance with emotional depth and unapologetic sensuality, this bundle is your next obsession.</p><p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/4l5SyQt" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --> <a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/3ISyoMl" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Author's Amazon Page</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --></p><h3>Excerpt from Between Sips and Freckles by Hunter Steele © Copyright 2025 Hunter Steele</h3><p><strong>1</strong><br /><strong>BETWEEN SIPS AND SECRETS</strong></p><p>Emilia Alvarez had built her life from scratch. A self-made Cuban entrepreneur in the heart of tropical Miami, she had turned her ambition into empires and her passion into profit. At 43, she radiated confidence—tall, with sun-kissed skin, legs that drew stares, and a smile that could disarm. She wore success like silk.</p><p>Her husband, Walter, an accomplished architect in his fifties, was her partner in every sense. Their marriage was one of mutual admiration, not routine. They traveled often, hosted wine-filled dinners, and celebrated their life like lovers who had outwitted time. They had agreed long ago not to have children—a decision rooted not in regret, but in freedom.</p><p>And yet, despite this seemingly perfect life, a quiet hunger stirred inside Emilia.</p><p>Her fantasies had always danced just outside the lines—brief glances at other women, flashes of curiosity. But recently, they’ve taken root. Late at night, while Walter slept beside her, she’d slip her hand between her thighs, watching women—beautiful, oil-slicked, moaning into each other’s mouths. She’d come hard, trembling, guilty… but satisfied.</p><p>Then came Andrea.</p><p>Andrea was a barista at a small artsy café downtown, where the espresso tasted like velvet and the air was thick with jazz. She was lean, mid-thirties, with sharp cheekbones and stormy eyes that seemed to undress Emilia every time she walked in. Tattoos snaked down Andrea’s arms, disappearing beneath the sleeves of her snug shirt.</p><p>Their first real conversation was about books. Emilia had been reading Anaïs Nin.<br />“Erotica?” Andrea had asked, smiling as she passed the cappuccino.<br />Emilia’s lips curled. “The honest kind.”</p><p>From that moment, the tension was alive—unspoken, but ever-present. Each morning visit became a ritual. Andrea would lean just a little closer, brushing hands, letting fingers linger too long. She’d compliment Emilia’s perfume, her lipstick, her shoes… but always with a tone that hinted at something more.</p><p>Emilia would go home wet.</p><p>One Thursday, Miami was drenched in heat. Emilia stopped by the café near closing. The place was empty, save for Andrea, who was cleaning behind the counter. Her hair was pulled back messily, and her white shirt clung to her from the sweat.</p><p>“Rough day?” Emilia teased.<br />Andrea laughed. “Want to make it better?”</p><p>It was a joke. Or maybe it wasn’t.</p><p>Emilia walked behind the counter without asking, emboldened by something primal. Their arms brushed. Andrea didn’t move away.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/between-sips-and-freckles-by-hunter-steele/">Between Sips and Freckles by Hunter Steele</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7256</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Infinite Passion by Sam Chege</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/infinite-passion-by-sam-chege/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2025 07:47:36 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Clean Romance (1)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[romantic suspense]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7251</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>Ancient Secrets about Love that a White Woman Learned from an African Man Africa is the cradle of humankind. Unknown to many people, it is also the home of the crypts that house the ancient secrets to infinite passion. When a man from Africa introduces a white woman from America to these secrets, it changes […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/infinite-passion-by-sam-chege/">Infinite Passion by Sam Chege</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Ancient Secrets about Love that a White Woman Learned from an African Man</h4><p>Africa is the cradle of humankind. Unknown to many people, it is also the home of the crypts that house the ancient secrets to infinite passion.</p><p>When a man from Africa introduces a white woman from America to these secrets, it changes her life forever and sets her on a journey that is joyous, frustrating, confusing and at times desperate as she wrestles with the new knowledge. In the end, she finds a new mission for her life and wants to share with the world what she has learned.</p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/infinite-passion-sam-chege/1113575760" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>B&N</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><h3>Excerpt from Infinite Passion © Copyright 2025 Sam Chege</h3><h4>Chapter 1</h4><p>A wave of celestial passion consumed his heart, nibbling away at his sanity. His drift onto the threshold of madness was in full swing. He steadied himself, rubbed his eyes and silently stared at the picture on the wall. The angel of his heart stared back at him from the pages of a newspaper cutting. The flutter in his heart began again. Her strong white teeth, visible behind inviting red lips, resembled a crescent moon seen under thin leaves. Her blonde hair dangled in rolls down both sides of her head. Her eyes shone like the reflection of a full moon in a clear pool. Her skin was the color of an ant-hill; a perfect blend of milk and chocolate, the combination of Latino and Caucasian blood. Beautiful and noble. For two years he had borne this affection alone. Today both of their lives would change forever. He just had to tell her.</p><p>Consumed by an eternal passion that no one but he could understand, so pure and boundless, he took the ten stairs down, heading to her office. He reached the floor beneath and hesitated for a minute, scanning the hallway.</p><p>Except for the light emanating from the other offices with their doors wide open, there was no one in the hallway. He moved on down the winding hallway. The sound of fingers hammering away at the computer keyboards trailed him faintly. He cast his eyes a little further and his heart skipped a beat. The door to her office, near the end of the hallway, was wide open. He looked back one more time to make sure no one was watching him. He was alone. Then, with measured steps, he prepared for a quick peep into her office. A noose tightened around his throat and his mouth dried up. Then, like the wind, he whizzed past the overwhelming office.</p><p>He saw her and he was sure she, too, had noticed him as she sat there talking to a student. Past her door, he froze and considered his next move. She was still busy with a foreign student. He leaned against a nearby rail and began perusing the pages of a book in his hands.</p><p>Minutes later, a little frustrated, he took a different staircase and headed back to his office, to realign his strategy.</p><p>Half an hour later, he headed downstairs again, a troubled man and, like the wind, zoomed past her office, shooting a quick glance that told him everything he wanted to know. She was alone now. He groped for words. Nothing came out. His blank mind irritated him and he felt stupid. His hands trembled with an unknown apprehension. <em>‘If anything goes wrong here, or if she so much as misunderstands me, my family and I will be in deep trouble,’</em> he said to himself. Once more he took the staircase and headed up to his office with an overwhelming feeling of stupidity.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/infinite-passion-by-sam-chege/">Infinite Passion by Sam Chege</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7251</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Space Between The Sheets by Gabi Gautier</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/space-between-the-sheets-by-gabi-gautier/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2025 11:33:01 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotic Romance (4)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Sci-fi]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7245</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>Romance Novel & Coloring Book The story follows Isabella, a woman whose ordinary life changes suddenly when she's abducted by an alien from her own backyard pool. Taken across galaxies, Isabella finds herself navigating unexpected feelings of attraction, romance, and humor as she develops a relationship with her extraterrestrial captor. As their connection deepens, she […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/space-between-the-sheets-by-gabi-gautier/">Space Between The Sheets by Gabi Gautier</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4>Romance Novel & Coloring Book</h4><p>The story follows Isabella, a woman whose ordinary life changes suddenly when she's abducted by an alien from her own backyard pool. Taken across galaxies, Isabella finds herself navigating unexpected feelings of attraction, romance, and humor as she develops a relationship with her extraterrestrial captor. As their connection deepens, she encounters challenges, misunderstandings, and even tragedy, all unfolding within the unusual context of human-alien intimacy.</p><p><em>Space Between The Sheets</em> combines an adult coloring book with a romance novel, mixing humor and emotion in the story of Isabella, who is abducted from her backyard pool by aliens. Each of the 50 illustrations comes with a short, 500-word segment of the ongoing narrative, allowing readers to color and follow along at the same time. This connection between art and storytelling provides a deeper experience compared to traditional coloring books.</p><p>The author uses romance between humans and aliens to encourage readers to consider empathy and human relationships from a different perspective. Many readers report feeling more open-minded after engaging with the stories and coloring pages. Each illustration is printed on single-sided 8.5 x 11-inch pages with a black backside to prevent marker bleed-through, and the stories are numbered for easy sharing.</p><p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/3I7Fa0h" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --> <a class="yellow-button" href="https://birdsheaven.com/plumpporcupine-space-between-the-sheets" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Publisher's Website</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --></p><h3>Excerpt from Space Between The Sheets © Copyright 2025 Gabi Gautier</h3><p>The sun hung low, painting the sky in hues of coral and gold as Isabella lounged by her backyard pool. Her crimson bikini clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering against her sun-kissed skin. The water lapped gently at the pool’s edge, reflecting the fading light, while the scent of jasmine drifted from nearby blooms. She stretched languidly on the chaise, her hair fanning out, unaware of the eyes watching from beyond the stars.</p><p>A faint hum broke the evening’s tranquility, growing louder until it vibrated in her chest. Isabella sat up, her emerald eyes scanning the horizon. The air shimmered above the pool, warping like heat rising from asphalt. Before she could react, a beam of silvery light enveloped her, warm and tingling against her skin. Her heart raced as her feet left the ground, the bikini’s ties fluttering as she ascended toward a sleek, obsidian craft hovering silently above.</p><p>Inside the ship, the air was cool, scented with something metallic yet oddly sweet. The walls pulsed with soft, bioluminescent light, casting shadows across smooth, curved surfaces. Isabella’s bare feet touched a glassy floor, and she steadied herself, her breath hitching as a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall, his skin a deep indigo that gleamed like polished stone. His eyes, twin pools of molten silver, locked onto hers, stirring a warmth she couldn’t explain.</p><p>“Who are you?” she whispered, clutching her arms across her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of her scant attire. The alien’s gaze softened, and a low, melodic voice filled the space, not from his lips but resonating in her mind. “I am Zevryn, and you, Isabella, are no mere human.” His words carried a weight, as if he knew secrets she’d yet to uncover.</p><p>The ship hummed softly, its walls displaying a starfield that stretched into infinity. Zevryn stepped closer, his presence commanding yet gentle. His fingers, long and warm, brushed her arm, sending a shiver through her. “You were chosen,” he said, his voice a caress. “Your heart calls across the cosmos.” Isabella’s pulse quickened, torn between fear and an inexplicable pull toward him.</p><p>The craft’s floor shifted, revealing a viewport below. Earth spun beneath them, a blue jewel against the void. Her backyard, the pool, the chaise — all seemed a lifetime away. Yet, in Zevryn’s gaze, she saw a promise of adventure, of a love written in the stars. Her fear melted into curiosity, her body relaxing as she stepped closer to him, the bikini no longer a vulnerability but a symbol of her boldness.</p><p>As the ship accelerated into the unknown, Isabella felt a spark ignite within her. Whatever awaited, she was ready to unravel the mystery of Zevryn — and the part of herself that felt strangely at home among the stars.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/space-between-the-sheets-by-gabi-gautier/">Space Between The Sheets by Gabi Gautier</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7245</post-id> </item> <item> <title>The Outlander by Nolan Zaren</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/the-outlander-by-nolan-zaren/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2025 09:02:17 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotica (5)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fantasy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Men]]></category> <category><![CDATA[harem]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7241</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>Raylan has had it! The System has taken everything, even his children. Now it’s his turn to live or die in the fashion best suited to him in defiance of said System. The only thing is – his quest for true freedom from the System isn’t going to take place on Earth. Journey with a […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/the-outlander-by-nolan-zaren/">The Outlander by Nolan Zaren</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Raylan has had it!</p><p>The System has taken everything, even his children. Now it’s his turn to live or die in the fashion best suited to him in defiance of said System. The only thing is – his quest for true freedom from the System isn’t going to take place on Earth.</p><p>Journey with a man whose lost everything and been tortured along that journey even as he finds a way to live or die by the blade in a rawly cruel land that preys on humans like they were simple animals. Raylan is a man though that accepts the challenge to survive against the odds or go down swinging. Monsters he never imagined may want to eat his manhood right off of him, but they’ll feel the power laden bite of an axe from the past, even as the one who wields it possesses the Spirit to do more than simply survive in the present.</p><p>Raylan won’t settle for less anymore. It’s do or die. Whether it’s monsters who need to die or a beautiful mate’s ass he needs to claim he will do whatever it takes to be the new Master of the Plain.</p><p>Fair Warning: This is a harem story for men and thus the story contains several polygynous structured harem elements focused on apocalyptic tribe building, lots of violent and highly creative action scenes take place against the bad guys (story also contains torture elements – not instigated by protagonists), and highly detailed and described sexy times with deserving human females (one on one, two on one, and three on one). If any of these things offend or trigger you then turn back now.</p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/3GbdnLX" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><h3>Excerpt from The Outlander © Copyright 2025 Nolan Zaren</h3><h4>Chapter 11 – Portal Gate 41</h4><p>It was getting late and Adam looked uncertainly about at the darkening forest.</p><p>They’d reached where Dad’s truck had been found, even though it had long since been removed by the Forest Service.</p><p>It had taken them over an hour to hike to this spot from where he had parked his car. They needed to set up camp while it was still light, but even the prospect of camping where one’s formidable father had gone missing, was a chilling prospect, to say the least.</p><p>Why had he ever agreed to this?</p><p>He turned to speak to Anna, only to not find her there. In a panic, he wheeled about, only to see her scaling up a bank that led off the Forest Service road and head off deeper into the forest.</p><p>“Anna! Anna, I really think we should make camp now. Anna?” His sister wasn’t responding to him.</p><p>Hurriedly, he moved after her and started up the bank which was no easy endeavor because of the heavy pack on his back. To say his sister had packed everything but the kitchen sink was no understatement.</p><p>Huffing for air, by the time he reached the top of the slope, he could only marvel at his sister’s progress. The old Anna would never have made it this far or at least this fast.</p><p>She hadn’t stopped either! Panicked, Adam hurried along, still breathing heavy, out of fear of losing sight of her in the darkening forest.</p><p>Steadily he gained ground on her even as he resisted yelling at her to stop. The forest was foreboding enough without loudly announcing their presence but still, he’d like to take his sister over his knee for a good spanking for this stunt!</p><p>His father sure would have. That is if he hadn’t been banned by the court system from physically disciplining his own children.</p><p>Just another government overreach. Adam was mature enough now to admit that he really could have used a few spankings for some of his actions through his childhood years post-divorce.</p><p>Right now, Anna could certainly use one, but there was no way, though, that he was giving it to her.</p><p>No way on earth was he touching his sister’s ass. Maybe if they found Dad, Dad could do it, but in all respect, that was likely the last thing that would occur if such a reunion happened.</p><p>Huffing for air, Adam finally managed after twenty minutes of hard trekking to reach his sister, and largely then only because she’d finally stopped.</p><p>“What the hell was that?” Adam hissed angrily, not wanting to be too loud about it.</p><p>This forest gave him the creeps, even as ‘<em>a man of the forest’</em>, he was not. He’d been raised in suburbia for the most part and despite the weekend camping trips their father had taken them on, he was still largely a city person.</p><p>He was not at all comfortable in nature, let alone such a godforsaken patch of it like this.</p><p>How far had they come from the access road?</p><p>A half mile? A mile?</p><p>He didn’t know and it only added to his aggravation with his sister. What if they got lost on the way out because they hadn’t marked the path?</p><p>“Anna…. I…um…okay…wow! Adam trailed off as he took in for the first time what his sister was silently staring at.</p><p>They’d reached an upthrust ridge of moss-covered rock that ran along as a cliff in both directions. It was maybe 40 feet high and very rugged. Moss covered the rocks and trees and rhododendrons grew out of cracks in the rocks with abandon.</p><p>It was very Lord of the Rings’ish in appearance and it was only made more so by the sight of the opening in the rock face directly before them.</p><p>What made the opening even more out of place than anything was that instead of it having the neolithic bear cave look to it, it was instead finished off in an arch with engraved stonework comprised of actual cut stone blocks.</p><p>It reminded one a bit of a train tunnel from back in the 1800s or something. What on earth was such a structure of obvious man-made construction doing in the middle of nowhere within a State Forest?</p><p>Adam glanced around, shaken, as he looked for some explanation for what was before him.</p><p>There was nothing, no roads, not even a path of sorts, and certainly no buildings or signs of former habitation. Just trees, ferns, and lots and lots of rocks.</p><p>Warily, Adam turned back to the tunnel entrance because that’s what it looked like.</p><p>Anna had moved forward to the one side of the tunnel entrance and Adam was on the verge of calling out to her with caution when he saw her brush away some moss growing over what looked like a bronze plaque.</p><p>Intrigued, he stepped over to her and read what she had revealed.</p><p><em>Anthara Portalgate 41</em></p><p>The two siblings glanced at each other with shared anxiety.</p><p>Adam swallowed. Oh God, this really could be a John Carter kind of thing!</p><p>Still, that might mean more than ever that there was a chance that Dad might still be alive.</p><p>It was a chance worth taking.</p><p>Sliding his pack off, he searched through it for the flashlight that Anna had packed. Anna did the same with her pack.</p><p>Slinging their packs back on, they gave each other an affirming glance and turned to the entrance. It was clear Anna was waiting for him to lead the way.</p><p>It was time to man up. He was on the verge of stepping forward when he felt his sister press something into his free hand.</p><p>He brought the canister up and read the label, ‘<em>Bear Spray</em>.’ Despite the circumstances, Adam almost laughed out loud.</p><p>Bemused, he glanced at her to see if she was similarly armed. Oh, no, his sister was one better than mere <em>Bear Spray</em>. She had a Taser in her free hand.</p><p>His sister may go down in the books as the first woman to ever successfully taze a bear.</p><p>Feeling better, but not really, he turned to the cave tunnel and switched on his flashlight.</p><p>The perfect archway of peerlessly quarried stonework continued into the ground, albeit on a downward slant. No obstructions or bears immediately presented themselves to suggest that they could turn around and go home just yet.</p><p>Swallowing, Adam stepped forward into the tunnel. Vaguely, he heard the sound of his sister following.</p><p>It was hard to hear anything over the roaring of his own heartbeat. He did hear something then.</p><p>Glancing back at Anna, he saw her lips moving. She was praying. Good. They needed it.</p><p>There were no signs, no symbols, nothing – just stonework all about them.</p><p>The floor was smooth, almost like concrete, only Adam could tell it was the natural stone of the area. How on earth had these builders of this place in the past milled the floor off to be so smooth?</p><p>In fact, it actually looked like the stone had been melted. Yes, definitely melted.</p><p>Swallowing, Adam came to a stop as a series of stairs that led downward presented themselves.</p><p>The stairs, while still presenting themselves as stairs, were malformed in the middle of each step as if the stone had indeed melted and pooled along the edge like it was liquid magma threatening to cascade down over onto the lower step.</p><p>Adam had seen something just like this before, in an old photo from somewhere in Egypt.</p><p>The stairway led down with the continued partial melt of the stonework running the distance of it.</p><p>One thing was for sure, actually two things. This wasn’t a forgotten train tunnel, and this place was a whole lot older than a mere couple of hundred of years.</p><p>His hand gripping the <em>Bear Spray </em>as if it was his only lifeline, Adam started down the partially melted stairway.</p><p>Anna said nothing, only followed.</p><p>What really was there to say? She’d been right.</p><p>Something really had happened to Dad. How on earth had search and rescue not found this place, though?</p><p>On the other hand, how had Anna been led directly to it?</p><p>That was a chilling thought, one he would ask when he had time to. Up ahead, the stairway was ending and it looked like the pathway opened up.</p><p>Indeed, it did open up into a fair-sized room.</p><p>Adam wandered, further into it, abstractly wondering, why there were no signs that bears had ever holed up in here for the winter.</p><p>He was pretty sure that the walls, though covered with dust, were covered in murals of some kind. Reaching forward, he brushed at the forward wall of the room.</p><p>As his hand brushed in the dust, of who knew how many centuries, a rich tapestry of incredible colors was revealed. This place might be the archaeological find of the century!</p><p>Adam brushed some more, but then jumped back with astonishment, as the static tapestry colors of the mural he was revealing became something more. The colors had begun to glow!</p><p>Glowing colors spread across the entire 30 by 30-foot room from where his hand had brushed at the wall, initially. The darkness of the place lit up, and when it did, Anna screamed from behind him.</p><p>Spinning about, he gasped at what he saw. The can and his flashlight went tumbling to the floor.</p><p>Two very tall figures stood on either side of the lone entryway into the room. Had they really just walked right by them?</p><p>Swallowing, Adam managed to move forward and pull a shaking Anna back behind him. He was shaking too.</p><p>There was no way he could protect Anna against these beings. No wonder no bears came down here.</p><p>One of the beings held out his hand and said deeply, “Be at peace, young Adam, and you too, daughter of Raylan.”</p><p>Not seemingly able to do anything about it, Adam fell to his knees, as did Anna. The defensive items that had been in their hands were forgotten as they stared, slack-jawed, at the very tall warriors that stood to either side of the ancient doorway.</p><p>Anna’s hand found his, and he gripped onto it tightly, as they both stared at the warriors. They were literally outfitted with armor and swords. Swords!</p><p>What on earth was this place that they had stumbled into?!</p><p>“Ah…..who are you?” Adam quivered out as the two warriors made no move forward to crush them.</p><p>“We are Watchers, placed here to guard this place in the absence of those who have gone on before.”</p><p>The speaker used his hand to gesture to the side of him, and for the first time, Adam took note of the skeleton sitting against the wall.</p><p>Licking at his dry lips, Adam was about to speak when the spokesman of the two individuals that Adam was pretty sure were angels said. “You two are the last to enter this place, even as it has been kept open for you.”</p><p>“Our father ……he found this place?” Anna quivered out. “He did.”</p><p>“You spoke with him?”</p><p>“We did not make our presence known.” “Can you tell us where he is?” she whispered.</p><p>“He is in Anthara. It is a land far from here and yes, he is very much alive.” “Anthara….. is that like in space?” Adam asked.</p><p>“No.”</p><p>“Um, can we see him?” Adam asked, uncertainly.</p><p>“The portal has been kept open for you to do so. The fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” Spoke up the other figure by the doorway for the first time.</p><p>“He wanted us to follow him?” Anna breathed out.</p><p>“No. He simply wanted you to have the best life you could have in terms of all you could fulfill and achieve in the time of your life given to you to be mortal by your Creator, our Master.</p><p>His prayers for you have formed a link between distances that normally would have been closed by now.”</p><p>Both siblings thought about that for a moment and then Adam voiced out the conclusion for the two of them. “What you’re saying is that the most we could achieve in our lives for the positive, is in the place where he went to?”</p><p>“I am not saying that, but my understanding is that the Spirit of the Most High does believe that. You both have a choice, though, and it will not be taken from you. You may yet leave this place, or you may go on to where your father is. The choice is yours.”</p><p>“If we go through, we can’t come back, can we?” Anna whispered.</p><p>No, child. It is a one-way journey. Likewise, should you leave here and go back to your home on Earth this portal will not remain open for a second visit to it.</p><p>And that was that Adam concluded silently. It took only a moment for him to decide what his path would be.</p><p>He might be of a legal age, but he still had a lot to learn. He needed his father.</p><p>The first speaker by the door met his gaze, and not unkindly said, “Not only do you need him, but he has great need of you, Adam. Be righteous as you know Him to be, and it will go well for you, no matter how dark it may become. Hold to the light, and you will be set free from even the darkest of calamities.”</p><p>Adam stared at the angel, transfixed by both the promise of success and the promise of pain as well.</p><p>The other angel by the door spoke. “It is decided then?” “Yes,” Anna whispered from beside Adam.</p><p>“Very well then. Remember this and take comfort in it, daughter of Raylan. The enemies of a man are not necessarily the enemy of a daughter of man. Understanding will come to you before it is too late, but when it does, you will still have a choice to make.”</p><p>Anna nodded, even as tears came down her cheeks.</p><p>Adam didn’t understand, but there was so much that wasn’t understandable in the moment, just the same a choice had been made.</p><p>The lighted murals in the room were now visibly pulsing in sequence. It was like a countdown of some sort.</p><p>The angel closest to the skeleton against the wall stooped down and picked up something lying in the lap of the departed sentinel. Taking it, he extended it out to Adam, and Adam saw that it was a curved sword.</p><p>“Take this, young warrior, for you will have need of it. Remember though, it is not the blade that makes the man, but rather it is the man that makes the blade to be feared by his enemies.”</p><p>Adam, trembling, took hold of the handle, and the angel let go. Anna whispered, “Don’t I get something to fight with too?”</p><p>The other angel actually smiled as he said, “You already possess as a woman all the weapons you need to fell the mightiest of warriors. You have no need of anything than what you already possess.”</p><p>“I don’t understand!”</p><p>“You will.” The angel said as if addressing them both; and both of them believed him because his assurance was such in manner that they simply had to.</p><p>The other angel lifted his hand even as the stonework of the room started disintegrating all around them. “Go now with the Spirit of the Most High to your destinies. May they be</p><p>righteous, long and full of love, with the goodwill of the Father made manifest over them.”</p><p>The other angel lifted his hand, even as the passageway to the surface collapsed behind him, and said, “Even so, let it be.”</p><p>Adam and Anna both cried out, then as the pulsing light within the room blinked and then they and their possessions were gone. The room imploded over the corpse of the silent sentinel, even as the passageway at the entrance tumbled inward.</p><p>The bronze plaque tumbled to the forest floor and lay there for a moment. The two Watchers reappeared and the one stooped down to pick up the plaque.</p><p>He held it in his hand for a moment and then said, “Window 41 is shut.”, as he spoke, the bronze turned to ash and floated away on the breeze as if it had never existed in the first place.</p><p>The two Watchers walked back the way Adam and Anna had come and as they did, the leftover signs of the two siblings’ passage through the forest disappeared from the land.</p><p>Over an hour away in distance by foot the tow truck driver did a double take in his rearview mirror as the old car that he had been towing was now gone from view.</p><p>He jerked the old tow truck over to the side of the road and got out.</p><p>Scratching his head, he looked back the way he had come, but there was no sign of the old car.</p><p>“What the hell?” he whispered completely mystified.</p><p>Going back to the cab, he looked at his paperwork, but it was blank. He could have sworn he’d filled it out.</p><p>He tried to remember the plate number, but for the life of him, he couldn’t. Shakily, he got back in the cab and moved on.</p><p>He really needed to stop drinking beer on the late shift. He was starting to imagine things. It had to be this forest. There was just something weird about it.</p><p>He needed to get the hell out of here!</p><p>One thing was for sure, he wasn’t going to tell anybody about this no matter how many beers he drank.</p><p>What was he even doing all the way out here in the first place for? He didn’t remember.</p><p>In fact, by the time he passed the first small town, he didn’t remember anything at all about an old car left at a State Forest parking lot after hours. Neither did the park ranger, who had phoned in the call for the vehicle pickup, remember anything.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/the-outlander-by-nolan-zaren/">The Outlander by Nolan Zaren</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7241</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Return To Hawaii by Daniel J. Voelker</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/return-to-hawaii-by-daniel-j-voelker/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2025 09:25:54 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotic Romance (4)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Men]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Thriller]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Politicians]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7232</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>A Donovan Cross Novel Donovan Cross is the NIA’s legendary secret agent. He has been sent on dozens of missions in every corner of the globe and will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Originally from Hawaii, Cross has not returned home in nearly 30 years. The unexpected death of his parents altered the course of his life. Instead of attending […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/return-to-hawaii-by-daniel-j-voelker/">Return To Hawaii by Daniel J. Voelker</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>A Donovan Cross Novel</h3><p>Donovan Cross is the NIA’s legendary secret agent. He has been sent on dozens of missions in every corner of the globe and will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Originally from Hawaii, Cross has not returned home in nearly 30 years. The unexpected death of his parents altered the course of his life. Instead of attending a prestigious college on a scholarship, he chose a path of spying and espionage.</p><p>When the Agency ordered him to return to his birthplace, he anticipated confronting painful memories of his parents’ passing. Unbeknownst to him, his presence on the island is crucial to addressing a sensitive global crisis: China’s imminent invasion of Taiwan. Hawaii is being used, shrouded in secrecy, to facilitate this invasion. The skills Cross has honed over the years and his knowledge of the island’s secrets will lead him and his newfound ally, the beautiful Jade Viper, on the thrill ride of a lifetime.</p><h4>What if paradise wasn’t just a destination, but the frontline of the next world war?</h4><p>Return to Hawaii plunges you into a high-stakes geopolitical conspiracy thriller where every decision could tip the balance between peace and global conflict. This is a new breed of tropical spy fiction—where sun-soaked beaches hide covert military operations, and the enemy operates under layers of deception.</p><p>Forged in the fires of a covert war, the bond between Donovan Cross and Jade Viper adds a spark of human emotion and complexity to this explosive mission. Designed for readers who crave adrenaline-fueled action, morally grey heroes, and intelligent political thrillers with international scope, this novel delivers suspense with substance.</p><h4>A new kind of war is fought in the shadows—and Donovan Cross is the master of that domain.</h4><p>But this is no ordinary enemy. A cabal of ruthless military strategists, aided by a powerful Chinatown crime lord, is orchestrating a hidden war from the shadows. Cross isn’t just fighting foreign agents—he’s facing a secret global syndicate willing to kill to protect their world-altering weapon: a marvel of forbidden science capable of crippling entire nations in seconds.</p><h4>And the countdown to activation has begun.</h4><p>Return to Hawaii redefines tropical espionage. Beneath the postcard-perfect beauty of the islands, a deadly game of black ops and counter-intelligence unfolds. Every landmark hides secrets. Every alliance tests loyalty. And every step toward the truth forces Cross to confront the trauma that drove him away decades ago.</p><p>For fans of high-stakes thrillers, covert warfare, and psychological depth, this novel delivers a relentless ride through danger, deception, and redemption.</p><p>An electrifying standalone political thriller introducing a bold new voice in spy fiction—and a hero you won’t forget.</p><p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/4jPsUik" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --> <a class="yellow-button" href="https://birdsheaven.com/donovancrossnovels" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Donovan Cross Novels</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --> <a class="yellow-button" href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/return-to-hawaii-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Kobo</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --></p><h3>Excerpt from Return To Hawaii © Copyright 2025 Daniel J. Voelker</h3><h4><strong>Prologue</strong></h4><p><strong>Honolulu, Hawaii</strong>…Cross felt a surge of excitement upon returning to the place where his life began. Complemented by soft, billowy clouds, the azure sky created a picturesque scene.</p><p>In the distance, he spotted a parasail gliding over the ocean and could not resist gaining a bird's-eye view of the area. After all, top-secret intel from the Agency hinted that Waikiki could be the location of some unusual electronic activity associated with a potential weapon, adding an air of mystery to the already breathtaking setting. <em>It is hard to imagine a national security threat here. </em></p><p>After savoring his morning coffee and enjoying a refreshing breakfast of his favorite tropical fruits—pineapple, mango, and papaya—he strolled along the familiar boardwalk toward “Duke Kahanamoku's Parasailing Paradise.” He found it curious that a tribute to his childhood hero, a prominent figure in surfing, was now associated with parasailing.</p><p>He entered a quaint Hawaiian hut with a thatched roof, where he was greeted by the archetypal surfer—a bronzed, sun-kissed, long-haired young man. Bare-chested, he wore a gold St. Christopher charm around his neck and exuded a laid-back vibe.</p><p>“May I help you?” he asked with a friendly grin.</p><p>“Yes, I would like to go parasailing, perhaps later in the afternoon, just before sunset. Could you assist me?” Cross inquired.</p><p>“Sure,” the young man replied with palpable enthusiasm. “It’s a Benjamin and a half for a half-hour and 2 Benjamins for a full hour. I highly recommend the full hour.”</p><p>After hesitating at the kid’s urban lingo, Cross opted for the latter; Uncle Sam had given him an unlimited expense account.</p><p>“Meet the ski boat at the dock about a hundred yards up the boardwalk. You are in for an amazing experience; it’s the most beautiful time of the day to be on the water. And our crew has a perfect safety record,” the young man assured him, casually brushing aside his golden locks. With that, Cross left, promising to return later that evening.</p><p>He had been parasailing several times before, but never purely for pleasure. Although not inherently dangerous, it always made him feel a bit uneasy. Cross preferred to be in control, and for good reason.</p><p>As the boat surged forward, the parasail gradually ascended into the sky, lifting him away from the frothy waters below. Half an hour before sunset, the landscape revealed a mesmerizing patchwork of turquoise waters and pristine white sand beaches. Nothing yet looked out of the ordinary.</p><p>As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky blazed with vibrant shades of orange, pink, and purple, casting an enchanting glow over the waters of Waikiki. The ocean gently met the soft, sandy shores, creating a serene and alluring atmosphere.</p><p>Cross's pulse quickened, invigorated by the salty breeze whipping against his face and hair. Amidst the beauty, he reminded himself why he was soaring high over Waikiki.</p><p>Several hundred yards above the waters, he gazed down at the stunning view of Hotel Row, a collection of iconic hotels that graced the shoreline, each radiating luxury, warmth, and relaxation. The Royal Hawaiian Hotel immediately caught his attention; its bright pink façade stood out against the extensive greenery and modern architecture. He remembered its majesty from his childhood trips to the beach.</p><p>With a keen, hawk-like gaze, he meticulously scanned the beachfront, an area he had not visited in over thirty years. He noticed something strange in the waters: a break in the reef about a hundred yards wide extending endlessly toward the open sea. Although he initially dismissed it as a natural occurrence, the sight intrigued him and provoked contemplation, as if it held a hidden story waiting for his discovery.</p><p>Sunbathers crowded the beaches, but the water remained eerily deserted. Red flags fluttered across the vast expanse of white sand to warn of recent shark sightings near the shoreline. Despite earlier efforts to defuse the threat, the Coast Guard had vanished, leaving a sense of unease in the air.</p><p>His thoughts drifted from Waikiki to the vibrant chaos of Honolulu's Chinatown, where he had been immersing himself for several days, posing as a tourist, womanizer, and degenerate gambler. Reports of peculiar activities in the community from the Agency’s resident asset had piqued his interest.</p><p>The connection between the electronic activities reported near Waikiki and the city's underworld was too strong to ignore. Cross was determined to uncover the secrets lurking beneath Chinatown's lively surface and how they might explain the unfolding mystery.</p><p>He intentionally frequented shady attractions and sampled local cuisine. Although, as the typical tourist, he appeared to be collecting trinkets from many Chinese shops, he discreetly disposed of them in the garbage can at the Halekulani, where he was staying. While he aspired to be noticed, he did not want to be identified as law enforcement, much less a spy.</p><p>The shadowy underbelly of Chinatown buzzed with illicit activities extending far beyond typical vice. Little Ronnie had ingrained himself with the local community for over a decade, functioning as the Agency's invaluable intelligence source. His reports confirmed the disturbing presence of what might be several high-ranking Chinese military figures in the area. Despite relentless surveillance, the purpose of their presence remained elusive.</p><p>As Cross breezed through the sky, his unwavering commitment to succeed in his mission bore down on him. He knew failure was not an option, especially with his pristine track record. Earning the reputation of being the best American intelligence had to offer did not come easily.</p><p>Upon returning to Hawaii, he aimed to determine whether these strange events presented a national security threat. Reminding himself of the importance of discipline, he would act without consideration for his safety.</p><p>Feeling a sudden hard jolt, Cross's heart raced as he looked down and saw the parasail's once taut lines now frayed and fluttering in the brisk breeze. With the boat no longer providing any lift, he descended rapidly, with the ground rushing to meet him. He watched as his nemesis sped off in another direction. <em>This is no accident. </em></p><p>His chute dangled as he rapidly descended from the sky. He had less than ten seconds before impact. Cross’s mind raced as he grasped the severity of the situation. Entering the water at such a high rate of speed with a partially open chute posed a severe risk of dragging him under the surface to his demise.</p><p>Despite being an experienced swimmer who had fearlessly leaped from dangerous cliffs in his youth, the payload he was carrying behind him posed a real challenge. He wished he had brought his dive knife along for the ride. The serrated edge would have allowed him to cut the lines to the chute just before entering the surf. Under normal circumstances, he would have welcomed an ocean swim, but not today, not under these conditions.</p><p>But then, he saw it. Directly below him, the water was churning and deep red. What was he looking at? It looked like a volcano spewing molten lava.</p><p>The water was teeming with sharks—not just any sharks, Hammerheads—feeding on bloody pieces of fish near where the crew had severed the lines to his parachute. The crew of the boat must have predicted where he would enter the water. He was familiar with these monsters from his days in Hawaii; they were vicious eaters and boasted a powerful tail. The crew’s prediction was accurate.</p><p>Cross underwent meticulous training to confront the peril of wild creatures, including the formidable shark. This prehistoric animal with its mammoth teeth could rip apart the human body like a marshmallow in mere seconds, and they seemed to relish the idea of such destruction.</p><p>Like humans, he knew all predators had vulnerabilities. He had trained to remain composed and defend himself. The Hammerhead shark, with its flattened head, looked like a hammer. Its acute sensory organs helped it easily find its prey. He would not stand a chance of eluding them.</p><p>Cross was the prey in this instance, involuntarily trespassing into the sharks’ domain during his unexpected dip into the ocean. His parasailing adventure, which was supposed to be a covert observation of the shoreline around Waikiki, quickly became a desperate bid for survival.</p><p>Sabotaged by shadowy adversaries intent on keeping their secrets hidden, Cross was now surrounded by fearsome sharks amidst a feeding frenzy. They symbolized the dangerous waters he had inadvertently waded into—literally and figuratively—uncovering the sinister webs interwoven into the paradise of his origin.</p><p>Cross cautiously readied his gun, fully intending to employ the sturdy butt of his loaded, German-made Walther PDP on their snouts. Discharging his firearm would only exacerbate the situation by agitating the beasts. The salty ocean water would also reduce the velocity of the rounds, making his weapon less effective.</p><p>He focused on their weaknesses: their eyes, gills, and snouts. When the sharks attacked, he planned to protect his vital organs—his abdomen and neck—by using his arms and legs as a shield. Notwithstanding his confidence, he could not shake the notion that the sheer number of sharks swirling beneath him posed an overwhelming challenge. This was certainly not how Cross envisioned his return to Hawaii.</p><p>As he was about to plunge into the water, a sleek, powerful speedboat glided underneath him, breaking his fall. The boat had come from behind him, a total surprise. He instinctively crouched as his feet slammed into the carpeted deck, stopping his fall. The crafty skipper swiftly cut the lines to his chute with a long, sharp knife, which would have otherwise caused him to be dragged off the boat and into the midst of the feeding sharks. It all happened in a blur, yet it was meticulously coordinated.</p><p>To his astonishment, the skilled captain was stunning. She possessed long, lustrous brown hair flowing over her exposed shoulders, complemented by striking green eyes, sun-kissed skin, and a figure reminiscent of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, beauty, and desire.</p><p>Her vibrant orange ruffled bikini, delicately tied, remained secure despite the commotion. She was no stranger to such challenges, confidently and gracefully accelerating the boat away from the sharks. He felt fortunate to have landed in such capable hands, though he had almost hoped for a confrontation with the grotesque creatures. <em>Perhaps next time</em>.</p><p>In a tranquil tone, his beautiful savior asked, “Are you okay?”</p><p>Unphased, Cross responded, “Yes, I'm perfectly fine, thank you. I was looking forward to a good fight, though. Permission to come aboard, Captain. Who might I have the pleasure of thanking?”</p><p>“Shouldn't a gentleman introduce himself first?” she playfully quipped.</p><p>“Well, yes,” he chuckled, “Donovan Cross is my name. But I suspect you already know that.”</p><p>“I am Jadeite Viper, but my friends call me Jade. Permission granted; welcome aboard.”</p><p>“I hope to become your friend, Jade,” countered Cross.</p><p>Ignoring his pitch, Jade remarked, “I have been watching you closely; someone needs to. I know who you are, and your foes do, too.”</p><p>Cross looked a bit perplexed but said nothing. Jade broke the silence. “You are in grave danger. I saw the crew on the boat cut the lines to your parasail and lace the waters with pieces of bloody mackerel, a favorite of the sharks in these waters. They wanted you dead, very dead. You must have raised suspicions by your frequent trips to Chinatown. That was probably your intention, Mr. Cross.”</p><p>Jade steered the boat toward shore, and Cross continued to admire her, but he wondered how she knew of his adventures in Chinatown. Their conversation ceased, at least for now.</p><p>When they reached shallow water, Cross leaped out of the boat at the Halekulani’s tiny beach, and Jade promptly jettisoned away, turning back and waving slowly at him. He watched her as she gradually vanished into the distance. Cross knew he would see her again. Indeed, he was counting on it.</p><p>She was probably right. The criminal element in Chinatown did not want him snooping around, fearful of what he might find or what he had learned. They wanted his death to appear to be an accident, or perhaps his body would never even be found, instead ending up in the stomachs of his prey.</p><p>Cross was still not sure what he was searching for. <em>If it were the last thing he did, he would discover what was unfolding in his beloved Hawaii.</em> There was a sinister plan in place; he was sure of that. He would focus his efforts on the casino. Five-card stud was, after all, his game.</p><p>And who was Jade working for? Could she even be trusted? These were questions that needed to be answered sooner rather than later.</p><p>Remembering the adage that “he who laughs last, laughs best,” he promised to seek revenge on those who ruined his ride far above Waikiki. <em>Time was now of the essence.</em></p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/return-to-hawaii-by-daniel-j-voelker/">Return To Hawaii by Daniel J. Voelker</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7232</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Auctioned by CK Lee</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/auctioned-by-ck-lee/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 08:28:31 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[BDSM Erotica (6)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Gay Men]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[taboo]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7228</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>The Meat Market Book One Criminals don't go to prison anymore. They go to auction. Kang Yeoshin arrives defiant. Mouthy. Unbroken. The Golden Phoenix specializes in attitude adjustment. Between intake and auction lies a brutal transformation—where pleasure becomes punishment and resistance meets its match. His handler's methods leave no room for dignity, only surrender. Every […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/auctioned-by-ck-lee/">Auctioned by CK Lee</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>The Meat Market Book One</h3><p>Criminals don't go to prison anymore. They go to auction.</p><p>Kang Yeoshin arrives defiant. Mouthy. Unbroken.</p><p>The Golden Phoenix specializes in attitude adjustment.</p><p>Between intake and auction lies a brutal transformation—where pleasure becomes punishment and resistance meets its match. His handler's methods leave no room for dignity, only surrender.</p><p>Every man has a breaking point. Yeoshin's approaches with each passing day.</p><p>By auction day, his eyes hold a different fire altogether.</p><p>The gavel falls. The highest bidder claims his prize.</p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1781778" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Smashwords</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><h3 style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; color: #111111; font-weight: 400; margin: 27px 0px 17px; font-size: 22px; line-height: 30px; font-style: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; white-space: normal; background-color: #ffffff; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-color: initial;">Excerpt from Auctioned © Copyright 2025 CK Lee</h3><p>The judge's words still echo in my skull as the van lurches to a stop. <em>“You'll find yourself right at home at the meat market.”</em> The way her eyes crawled over me when she said it, like she was already picturing me stripped and chained. My jaw clenches so hard my teeth ache.</p><p>“End of the line, pretty boy.” The guard's meaty hand clamps on my shoulder as the van doors swing open.</p><p>Sunlight hits my face and I squint against it, taking in the towering white walls topped with razor wire. A golden phoenix sculpture glints above the entrance, all polished metal and false promises. The Golden Phoenix Center. Sounds like a fucking spa.</p><p>“Move it.” Another guard shoves me forward and I stumble, the chains between my ankles making it impossible to catch my balance properly.</p><p>“Look at that ass,” one of them mutters behind me. “Gonna be real popular in there.”</p><p>“Bet he's a screamer, too. Got that mouth on him.”</p><p>Heat floods my face, but I keep my eyes forward, biting down on the string of curses fighting to spill out. Save it. I'll need every ounce of fight for whatever's coming.</p><p>The entrance doors slide open with a soft hiss and cool air washes over us. Everything inside screams expensive—marble floors, abstract art on the walls, soft lighting that makes everything glow. It's like walking into a high-end hotel, if hotels bought and sold people.</p><p>“This way.” The lead guard jerks his chin toward a corridor marked with discrete signs. No windows here, just more pristine white walls and that antiseptic smell that makes my skin crawl.</p><p>We stop at a door marked “Processing” and my stomach drops. The guard swipes a card and the lock clicks open.</p><p>“In you go.”</p><p>The room beyond is stark white, all harsh fluorescent lighting and stainless-steel surfaces. Three men in white uniforms stand waiting, their heads completely shaved, numbers tattooed at the base of their skulls. Their faces are blank, empty, like someone scooped out everything human and left just the shell.</p><p>The guards uncuff me and shove me forward. “He's all yours.”</p><p>The door slams shut behind them and I'm alone with the attendants. They move toward me without a word, their steps synchronized like they've done this a thousand times before.</p><p>“Don't fucking touch me.” I back against the wall, fists raised.</p><p>They don't react. Don't even blink.</p><p>They grab my arms before I can throw a punch, their grips like steel vises. I thrash and kick, but they hold me steady while the first one systematically strips away my clothes. The jumpsuit, my underwear, everything, until I'm standing naked and shaking with rage.</p><p>“Get your fucking hands off me!”</p><p>They don't respond. One of them produces leather cuffs—thick, padded things that look almost luxurious compared to the metal shackles I've been wearing. They snap them around my wrists and ankles with finality, then fasten a matching collar around my throat.</p><p>The leather is soft against my skin, but I can feel the weight of it, the reminder of what I am now. Property.</p><p>A chain rattles as one of them pulls it from a loop embedded in the floor. They connect it to my collar first, then my wrists, then my ankles, adjusting the length until I'm forced to stand upright in the center of the room. I can't sit, can't crouch, can't do anything but stand here like a fucking display piece.</p><p>“This is insane.” My voice cracks and I hate how small it sounds in the sterile room. “You can't just—”</p><p>The attendants file out without a word, leaving me alone with the harsh lights and the blank white door. The chains clink softly when I test them, but there's no give. No escape.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/auctioned-by-ck-lee/">Auctioned by CK Lee</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7228</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Renovating My Bossy Billionaire Grump by Aria McDow</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/renovating-my-bossy-billionaire-grump-by-aria-mcdow/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2025 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotica (5)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Age gap]]></category> <category><![CDATA[billionaire]]></category> <category><![CDATA[contemporary]]></category> <category><![CDATA[opposites]]></category> <category><![CDATA[surprise pregnancy]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7219</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>I came to renovate the British billionaire’s paradise resort… now I'm leaving with an island bump. Winning a design competition brought me to Damon King’s outdated island resort. An encounter in a dodgy elevator, and I mistake the powerful owner for a hot-looking construction worker with salt and pepper stubble. One heated glance and I’m […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/renovating-my-bossy-billionaire-grump-by-aria-mcdow/">Renovating My Bossy Billionaire Grump by Aria McDow</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I came to renovate the British billionaire’s paradise resort… now I'm leaving with an island bump.</p><p>Winning a design competition brought me to Damon King’s outdated island resort.</p><p>An encounter in a dodgy elevator, and I mistake the powerful owner for a hot-looking construction worker with salt and pepper stubble.<br />One heated glance and I’m undone.</p><p>But working for Damon? Pure hell.<br />He hates change—on his island, in his life, in his heart.</p><p>He guards his secrets well, but watching him with his little girl reveals the tender heart beneath that no-nonsense exterior.</p><p>When a tropical storm strands us together those walls he's built crumble against my fingertips.<br />Calloused hands caress my flesh…his smooth tongue takes me to downtown ecstasy.</p><p>I see — beach walks, candlelit dinners, a future bright as the Caribbean sun with a man learning to love again.<br />Until his college-aged daughter arrives. One look at me—close in age—and her accusations of “gold-digger” hurt.</p><p>Now I'm back in Tennessee, hugging the toilet each morning, wondering why I told the baby daddy that I left with much more than a great resume.</p><p><em>Some renovations are messier than others.</em></p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/3Snk0gH" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><h3>Excerpt from Renovating My Bossy Billionaire Grump © Copyright 2025 Aria McDow</h3><p>Once I hit the carpet's edge and step on the hardwood floors, the rhythmic clunk-clunk of my rolling suitcase echoes like a loud drum solo in the empty hallway, making me wince at the sound.</p><p>Standing before a hideous gold-plated elevator door, I reach for the ‘Up' button, only for someone else's hand to beat me to it and push it instead.</p><p>The unexpectedness of the sudden presence startles me. “Oh, excuse me,” I say, my gaze turning to a man beside me.</p><p>He nods, speaking into his phone, but I glimpse the most intense, piercing blue eyes I've ever seen.</p><p>My mouth drops open, and I quickly close it.</p><p>Those gorgeous gems belong to the handsome face of a tall, older man with sun-bronzed skin.</p><p>He casually rubs his chiseled jawline while his other hand holds his cell phone to his ear.</p><p>He turns his head and the phone is no longer blocking my view of his mouth. That’s when I see that the man’s been blessed with a shapely mouth with a set of firm, kissable lips. When he speaks, I can see the hint of even, white teeth.</p><p>A construction hat covers his hair, but some light brown strands swoop onto his sweaty brow.</p><p>The scent of clean pine and musk wafts my way, and I can't help but notice how his gray t-shirt hugs his defined biceps and clings to his broad chest from the sweat pooling from the collar down to his trim waist.</p><p>Everything in me perks up.</p><p>I'm instantly intrigued and unable to take my eyes away. I’ve never been gobsmacked by the sight of an older man and this one… well, this man is in a hot category all by himself.</p><p>I see him motion with his hand, and it takes me a moment to realize the elevator door has opened, and he's waiting for me to enter first.</p><p>I stumble inside; my shoulder bag bumps soundly against his body as I turn, and the wheels of one of my suitcases run over his foot.</p><p>I'm mortified, rushing to apologize. I babble, “Oh god, I'm so sorry; I absolutely did not mean to run over your foot and my bag… well, it just has a life of its own.”</p><p>Shut up, Ri! Could I possibly look and sound more like some geeky klutz?</p><p>He acknowledges my apology by holding his hand in a ‘one moment' gesture and continues a one-sided conversation.</p><p>Then, I realize he's speaking with a polished British accent, but his voice is unhappy.</p><p>As he enters the elevator, I let my mind wander.</p><p>It's been ages since I had a boyfriend, and the last one wasn't that great, but he sure was great in bed.</p><p>We often roleplayed. He, the English headmaster, and me, the naughty schoolgirl.</p><p>I've been such a bad girl… I’m naked, bent over one of those dark mahogany desks.</p><p>There's a sudden uncomfortable heat between my legs that makes me squeeze my thighs together.</p><p>I’ve never had a random sex fantasy about a total stranger before, and I’m so glad he can’t read my mind.</p><p>You've just had a… dry spell lately, that's all.</p><p>I hit the third-floor button, and he pushed the button to the top floor.</p><p>A second later, he shoves his phone into his pocket and starts muttering.</p><p>I catch half the words, ‘brother, poor life decisions,' and I glance his way, seeing a bit of gray in his five o'clock shadow.</p><p>“Sorry,” I say, even though I know he's not talking to me, just to get a better look at him.</p><p>“What?” he says sharply. His striking blue eyes fix on me, and he's looking me over from head to toe like he can see right through me.</p><p>A shiver runs down my spine.</p><p>Just stop. You're here to do a job, not hook up with a random construction worker you met in the elevator.</p><p>“Nothing,” I say, brushing a strand of my blond hair behind my ear.</p><p>He lets out an exasperated breath, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.</p><p>His silky-sounding voice hits me dead on. It’s a sound that makes me think of waves of soft bed sheets and smooth jazz.</p><p>I perk up again, turning towards him, but he just shakes his head and asks, “So… where are you coming from?”</p><p>“New York City.” I don't want to say too much because, until I meet with Mr. King, I have no idea who on his staff is privy to the inclusion of the resort on <em>Last Resort</em>. Still, he seems to be waiting for me to continue, so I say, “I've come to help this place step into the 21st century.”</p><p>He lifts a brow. “Oh? I like the traditional feel of this place. It's like home at this point.”</p><p>Snorting, I shake my head. “It's homey if you like archaic casinos in Vegas. Believe me, I've seen 'em. No one will come here and think they will have a relaxing beach vacation. They'll think they need to get some chips and a token bucket. It's so tacky in that Lobby. No wonder they want an overhaul.”</p><p>He tilts his head to the side. “Overhaul? Aside from construction projects, I've heard nothing about that.”</p><p>“Well,” I joke, “I guess that's above your pay grade.”</p><p>He narrows his eyes and regards me with apparent interest.</p><p>Emboldened, I continue talking, “I was told the owner wanted a Hospitality expert to ensure the rebranding and renovations go hand in hand. Now that I'm here, I can see why.”</p><p>He makes no comment, but his eyes have a most charming glint.</p><p>I have no idea what made me lean in conspiratorially, but I add, “I'm guessing the new owner is an older guy. I know he comes from money, but it takes time to amass enough fortune to buy a whole island and launch such a costly renovation.” I practically wink at the handsome stranger and my mouth is like a runaway train.</p><p>His right eye twitches as he reaches up a finger to rub at it. “I wouldn't say he's that old.”</p><p>Before I can ask if he's met Mr. King, the elevator suddenly jolts hard, and I'm thrown off balance. I yelp in surprise and reach for the wall to keep from falling.</p><p>The digital number above the door glitches between two and three.</p><p>A growl comes from deep in the man's throat, and he bangs a fist against the button panel. “Bloody hell! I've had maintenance come three times to look at this thing, and they always say they've fixed the problem.” He looks at me, and I'm unsure what he sees, but his expression softens a bit before adding, “Don't worry, it will get going in a second.”</p><p>I force a laugh.</p><p>My mind drifts briefly on what could happen if we got stuck here.</p><p>Would he pry the doors open with brute strength and lift me in his arms to help me through? Or better yet, lift me with those strong arms as he presses my body against…</p><p><em>Jeez, Ri… stay out of the gutter.</em></p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/renovating-my-bossy-billionaire-grump-by-aria-mcdow/">Renovating My Bossy Billionaire Grump by Aria McDow</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7219</post-id> </item> <item> <title>Beauty and the Freak by P.S. Dubois</title> <link>https://birdsheaven.com/beauty-and-the-freak-by-p-s-dubois/</link> <dc:creator><![CDATA[admin]]></dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2025 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate> <category><![CDATA[Erotic Romance (4)]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fantasy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Adults]]></category> <category><![CDATA[For Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[RPG]]></category> <guid isPermaLink="false">https://birdsheaven.com/?p=7079</guid> <description><![CDATA[<p>An Erotic Role-Playing Fantasy Story The noble lady, at war with her inner sexual desires, has an unfathomable love for the roguish bard that will test her passion's limits and defy her world's constraints. This fantasy roleplaying adventure explores the tumultuous inner world of Titania, a young mage whose “freak” isn't a physical deformity, but […]</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/beauty-and-the-freak-by-p-s-dubois/">Beauty and the Freak by P.S. Dubois</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3>An Erotic Role-Playing Fantasy Story</h3><p><em>The noble lady, at war with her inner sexual desires, has an unfathomable love for the roguish bard that will test her passion's limits and defy her world's constraints.</em></p><p>This fantasy roleplaying adventure explores the tumultuous inner world of Titania, a young mage whose “freak” isn't a physical deformity, but a burning nymphomania threatening to consume her. She is torn between her prestigious family's stifling expectations and her intoxicating desire for her best friend Aidan.</p><p>Aidan, a roguish bard from a lower social class, is the “beauty” in this dynamic and offers Titania a glimpse of freedom and acceptance she's never known. As they face perilous adventures together, Titania must learn to control her impulses and confront the deepest parts of her insecurities.</p><p>Will Titania establish her agency or succumb to her predetermined path? Prepare to be immersed as this erotic romance delves into the complexities of desire, societal pressure, and the transformative power of love, where true beauty lies in embracing one's authentic self.</p><p><a class="yellow-button" href="https://amzn.to/3XEfvS4" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Amazon</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --> <a class="yellow-button" href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/beauty-and-the-freak-1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>Kobo</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --><a class="yellow-button" href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beauty-and-the-freak-p-s-dubois/1147176884?ean=2940184601595" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>B&N</strong></a><!-- sh-blog-tag-item --></p><h3>Excerpt from Beauty and the Freak © Copyright 2025 P.S. Dubois</h3><p><em>Dear Reader,</em></p><p><em>Heed this warning: If you harbor any form of sexual repression, oppression, or any other hang-ups, put this book down and walk away. For what lies within these pages is a blazing inferno that may very well consume the prudish and the goody-goody alike.</em></p><p><em>Now that I have your attention: This is a love letter to the unapologetically sensual women of the world. You, who have been shamed and silenced for embracing your thirst. Society often condemns what it fails to understand. Don’t let their fears influence your choices. By liberating our bodies, we can also free our minds.</em></p><p><em>This isn’t a call for wanton debauchery, but instead a means to promote healthy, uninhibited, sexual experiences for women who are tired of dissatisfying adult entertainment. This book is for those who crave the escapism of erotica, to be immersed — where the passion of fantasy role-playing meets raw, untamed sexual storytelling.</em></p><p><em>Sex has been with us since the dawn of time, and it will outlive us all. So, let us embrace it, explore it, and savor every delicious, taboo-shattering moment. Now, dear reader, prepare to have your inhibitions quelled, your senses overwhelmed, and your deepest, most primal desires awakened. Welcome to the revolution.</em></p><p><em>Love,</em><br /><em>PSD</em></p><h4>INT. HALLWAYS, FAMILY ESTATE – DAY</h4><p>You are TITANIA SILVERLEAF (21), a paragon of otherworldly grace, who stands with elegance within the confines of your ancestral home. Your raven tresses tumble down your back in a cascade of curls, interwoven with strands of honey that glint in the estate’s subdued illumination. Beneath fine arched brows, your eyes of warm amber-splashed emerald, tinged with a melancholic depth, survey your surroundings. Your skin, a rich blend of coffee and cream, remains unblemished by the tribulations that lie beyond the manor’s walls.</p><p>Draped in a gown of flowing elegance, the rich amethyst fabric is embellished with argent threads that twinkle like celestial specks. The supple cloth embraces your lithe silhouette, highlighting your delicate contours and the understated power that resides within your feminine form. The gown’s edge whispers against the gleaming marble beneath your feet, leaving a subtle trail of enchantment in its wake.</p><p>As you traverse the estate’s grand corridor, the burden of familial obligations weighs upon your shoulders. The lavish décor, replete with woven masterpieces and elaborate wall paintings, serves as an incessant reminder of your illustrious heritage. Yet, the manor’s splendor offers scant comfort to the restive spirit that stirs within your core.</p><p>Your steps resound through the vast chamber, intertwining with the remote echoes of servants attending to their tasks. The air hangs heavy with the fragrance of honeycomb tapers and the delicate perfume of your mother’s cherished rose beds, carried in on the breeze through the unlatched casements. The essence of the estate is steeped in the legacy of your forebears, their triumphs murmuring in your mind like the crinkle of timeworn scrolls.</p><p>You linger before an immense, gilt-framed-looking glass, its border adorned with complex etchings of arcane insignia. Your image gazes back at you, an unspoken query dancing in your eyes. You tuck an errant lock behind your ear, the curly strands gliding between your digits like liquid silk, and you toy with the fastening of your pendant — a silver leaf encrusted with diminutive emeralds. The bauble, a present from your dearest confidant and the sole individual who fathoms your essence, rests cool against your skin.</p><p>The recollection of his caress sends a tremor along your spine, a fusion of yearning and apprehension. Your heart pounds, as though striving to escape the fetters that constrain it. You long to unearth the depths of your emotions, to shed the chains of decorum and surrender to the ardor that simmers just beneath your composed veneer.</p><p>The post <a href="https://birdsheaven.com/beauty-and-the-freak-by-p-s-dubois/">Beauty and the Freak by P.S. Dubois</a> appeared first on <a href="https://birdsheaven.com">Birds Heaven</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded> <post-id xmlns="com-wordpress:feed-additions:1">7079</post-id> </item> </channel></rss> If you would like to create a banner that links to this page (i.e. this validation result), do the following:
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