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For Erin, life in the far future is safe, easy...and boring! Until the experimental time-belt takes her to a perverse prehistoric playground of pleasure. But will her forbidden lust for a strapping saurian spell disaster?

From Lolá Ákínmádé Åkerström, international bestselling author of In Every Mirror She’s Black,comes the highly anticipated second novel,focusing on the lives of three Black women as they fight their own personal struggles in one of the most egalitarian societies, Sweden. Can a career...

Fontenay, a Parisian suburb, 1984. Cléo is 12 when her parents prod her into taking ballet classes. She drops out after a long year of feeling lost, not classy nor graceful enough, and undoubtedly not as rich as the other kids. By chance, she signs up for Modern Jazz class at a MJC–a state funded organization whose mission is to provide access to art and culture to all children.

Be prepared for a very steamy finale as things heat up even more on the brutal hucow dairy farm and it's Daphne's time to deliver! A detailed first-person account of how an innocent 18-year-old becomes a fertile, productive dairy hucow.

"Le 18 août 2021, j'ai passé la nuit au Musée Anne Frank, dans l'Annexe. Anne Frank, que tout le monde connaît tellement qu'il n'en sait pas grand-chose. Comment l'appeler, son célèbre journal, que tous les écoliers ont lu et dont aucun adulte ne se souvient vraiment. Est-ce un témoignage, un testament, une œuvre ? Celle d'une jeune fille, qui n'aura pour tout voyage qu'un escalier à monter et à descendre, moins d'une quarantaine de mètres carrés à arpenter, sept cent soixante jours durant."

Being cursed by the King of Shadows earned me two decades of captivity. Now that I'm free, there's only one option: Find the king and kill him, for the sake of not only revenge but salvation too.

He’s an enormous brute of a man, and she’s going to be thoroughly fertilized by him as the gang of farmhands watch and join in. But this isn't the worst that Daphne, the bursting and dripping new hucow, endures on the dairy farm. Strapped onto the dreaded "seeding machine", there’s no escape from its huge projectiles and guaranteed impregnation, and with her handler extracting all her creamy goodness, just how much will Daphne enjoy every humiliating moment as she reaches satisfaction over and over again?

All I did was lock myself in the gas station's bathroom.... It seemed like the logical thing to do, considering the crappy way my date had gone, and the fact that said crappy date had tried to attack me.

I thought my first mate was bad enough. My wolf rejected him after he hit me, and I was more glad than I can ever say. Especially when I found out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. But things are more complicated this time.

Serving on the hucow farm is hard for any eighteen-year-old girl. Growing ever bigger and more productive, being handled by strangers with her massive dripping udders emptied by eager hands and mouths, or attached to machines for fierce suction pumping, while her juicy, ripe body is available to all who want to use them is bad enough. But it's even worse for the once-aristocratic Daphne, as the men of the farm take a cruel revenge on her.

All I did was try to save my best friend from making a huge mistake.... And now I'm saddled with an obnoxious werewolf who thinks I'm his wolfy wife. Did I mention that he's trapped in his wolf form until he believes I'm ready to say "I do"? Not exactly my idea of a good time.

All it took was one friendly barbecue to change everything.... Because when I showed up, I met him. Rocco. He says I'm his mate, which is basically a werewolf's instant wife. Honestly, I'm not all that opposed to the idea. Mostly because my instant-hubby comes with a house, and I'm a day away from being homeless.

Marissa the willing hucow is even bigger than before—chained in her stall on the dairy farm with a big ripe belly as well as her massive udders, she’s freely used by all the men of the farm. She shouldn't enjoy it all so much, but she just can't help herself.

When the fae came, their magic brought destruction that only stopped when we offered them the one thing they wanted: Wives for their kings. I was selected "at random". Sacrificed to the fae. But the sexy, infuriating king I'm paired with doesn't want my body or soul; he wants my help. Thanks to some kind of prophecy, he and his people think I can get them back home. Getting them back home will require taking some of the king's magic, which is unstable on the best of days and catastrophic on the worst. But the fae never give anything away for free, especially knowledge.

Marissa willingly volunteered to become a creamy hucow, but can the 18-year-old really cope with life on the farm? She’s chained in her stall with her newly huge productive udders, leaking and dripping, and her body available to be used by any man who wants her. It’s not just the intense feeding and extraction pumps she has to deal with, but the Captain can’t leave her alone, the Major continues to experiment on her, a cruel bully arrives to torment her, and it's time for her to be seeded by a gang of big fertile men....

I should never have trusted my sisters. But I did, and it's changed everything once again. All of their lies have boiled to the surface, and now I'm forced to see them for what they really are: enemies. Life as I knew it has burned to ash and dissolved to nothing, but I can't back down now. It's not just my life at stake now—it's my mate's, my kingdom's, and our entire land's as well.

When she turns 18, Marissa is sent to serve as a hucow on a factory farm. She’ll be transformed and attached to a machine that will extract her creamy goodness day and night. She knows what the men who work on the farm do to their innocent hucows. No one would choose to be a hucow. But Marissa has a secret—she did choose it—she volunteered to be a hucow—to fulfill her secret desire to become plump and bursting, and available for any man who wants her.

Betraying Kadoc changed everything. Now he's lost to his bloodlust, more beast than man, and the bond building between us has basically been reset. My effect on him has dwindled to nearly nothing, but I'm the only one who can calm him, so I've got to figure out something. When the massive bone dragon from the prison island recomposes sooner than expected and escapes, it's clear that I have to get Kadoc's bloodlust under control for the both of us. Because if I don't, our entire world might burn.

All it took was one look to end my life. Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt. And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too. Now I'm trapped in some guy's house, he's stuck in his wolf form, and there's no way out for either of us. Life as I knew it is over, but my fight to survive is only beginning.

I was supposed to seduce the dragon king, but before I could, he claimed me as his. Now I’m chained to him, trapped in an ancient mating process I neither want nor understand. I’ve got to get out, but there’s only one way to do that now—and it involves a much more permanent type of shackle. I have no idea what will happen if I agree to be the king’s mate, but one thing's for sure…my life will never be the same again.