Best LGBT+ Novels

Desire might be gentle but not here, it is filthy, possessive, obsessive and once you taste it you can never get enough. Steamy Sessions is NOT sweet slow burn novel with a charming prince, this collection contains quite a number of EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT including: •Intense power play. • Pet play, pain play, bondage, obedience training. •Dubsub elements. •Possessive, obsessive, morally questionable love interests. •Dark Erotic Fantasies. •Exhibitionism, degradation and praise. •Noncon/Dubcon. •Sharing, Public Submission. •Sadistic Dom, Brutal Switches and Feral Brats. •Queer Characters. •Possessive Monsters.

A compilation of some of the darkest, kinkiest and freakiest fantasy. Be warned. Open this book guilt-free and dive into the world of erotica. Inside, you will find some of the steamiest, spiciest, wildest and toe-curling short stories. Werewolves? A one night stand with a billionaire? Forbidden romance? Threesome? Or perhaps you fancy being sandwiched between two men who also desired each other? A mixture of FM, MM, MMM, FF. Ménage à trois. Who knows? Maybe one of them is your darkest fantasy brought to life?

Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood. He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara. But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth. He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down. The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death. Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve. As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret. He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation. Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall. This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner. He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury. But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered. "You are mine. Nobody touches you."

Six years ago, my mate was ruthlessly slaughtered by Alpha George and his Luna, Jessica, over a simple, accidental bump in a crowded hall. To them, it was enough to rip my mate from this world without mercy. I was left with nothing but the searing pain of loss, and I swore to make them pay. To do so, I needed to get close to the one who could lead me to them-Jessica. I became her mistress, using every touch, every kiss as a calculated step toward revenge. She sought my affection, and I gave it, knowing it would lead to her downfall. She grew dependent on me, sacrificing everything-her status, wealth, and even loyalty to Alpha George. Then came the day I'd been waiting for. I watched as she destroyed George, dismantling his power with her own hands, thinking it was out of love. But it was never for love-it was all part of my plan. It was about revenge.

I got myself a boyfriend—tall, hot, quiet, exactly what I was looking for. Until that one random run-in off campus. Suddenly he turned all passionate and clingy, and in that department? No restraint whatsoever—new tricks every single time. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. But today, two identical boyfriends are standing right in front of me, throwing punches over whose girlfriend I actually am. Holy shit—they're twins.

I reached into my underwear while lifting my t-shirt to my belly button, clutching at the semi-erect cock that was only partially awake due to Professor Edmend's ideas. I had no idea the dude wore t-shirts or leather. His formal teaching attire gave off the impression that he was a rigid adherent to the rules. "You want to fuck, Professor?"

He's vulgar. He's cruel. He's childish. A proud, entitled, sexist fuck-boy who has no iota of regard for girls and only sees them as nothing less than a mere conquest object for his sick, twisted sexual fantasies. He's all shades of red. I know that. Very well. More than anyone else. And yet... He's all I can think about. He's taken up every single space in my head for free, and I'm beyond obsessed at this point. Every day I think about him. I can't help it. I crave his attention like I need it to survive, I burn his touch, I ache for his... mmm! I shouldn't want him. I know I shouldn't. Especially since he's the son of the very man who broke my family apart. But as I said, I can't help it. He's just like poison... like sin... so deadly... and yet feels so right... so... sweet! His name is Devin Sinclair. And if I'm to be honest... I'm not so sure how much longer I can resist him for. .... Following the devastating scandal that broke her family apart, Tamara Hamilton moved to Palmridge to escape all the unending assault she received, hoping for a fresh start. But that was nothing more than just a fairytale. There she meets Devin Sinclair, the popular, egotistical fuck-boy, who happens to be the son of the very man who broke her family, who soon became her deadly obsession after one unprecedented incident, throwing her life off course. Now she's fighting her newfound obsession... resisting him as much as she can. But deep down, she knows. His mere presence set her whole body on fire. His touch makes her feel things she wasn't allowed to feel. And every minute of the day, she thinks about him. She knows. She knows she can't keep resisting forever. She knows that her walls will come crashing down... sooner or later. But she hoped never. Only time will tell. ... NB: This book explores themes of enemies-to-lovers, forbidden student-professor age gap and bisexual romance. It is rated 18+ as there will be explicit, graphic content between chapters. Please, read at your own discretion. Due to the nature of this book, there will be frequent POV changes of these characters between chapters. Happy reading : )

WARNING This book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. Claude Adams never wanted a mate-especially not her. As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn't something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can't escape. So when a cryptic message meant for a human draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn't expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich-a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw. What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn't human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy. Because Nikolai doesn't share. And fate? It doesn't make mistakes.

Elite businessman Julian Thorne hides a scandalous truth behind his cold, powerful facade. When he crosses paths with Elias, a struggling artist with a sharp wit, an undeniable and dangerous attraction ignites. As their lives intertwine, Julian's carefully guarded reputation is threatened by the intensity of their forbidden connection. Caught between his corporate legacy and a raw passion, Julian must decide if love is worth the risk of total ruin.

Ryker Vance, future Alpha, was on quiet evening patrol when Kian Sterling's panicked mind-link sliced his calm. Annoyed, he headed to the Healer's den, thick with Kian's distress. Kian stammered, "Elian Thorne. He fell. From the sacred cliff." Ryker dismissed it as a clumsy Omega accident, but as he reached the door, a weak, intimate thought slipped into his mind: *"Go home, Ryker."* It was Elian, a low-ranking Omega he barely knew, commanding him. Confused, Ryker left. His wolf restless, his gaze fell on a neglected moonpetal, Elian's gift, now limp. He woke to an absolute silence, a profound void. The moonpetal was gone, just grey dust. At Elian's funeral, unbearable grief struck. Memories crashed: Elian's mate offering, his "I love you" dismissed, Ryker's ignored warnings of soul-withering. Elian was his *mate*, and Ryker had caused his death. The word *Mate* branded his soul. Consumed by absolute regret, clutching Elian's ashes, Ryker screamed to the empty sky: "Give him back! Give me a chance. Please." The world dissolved. He opened his eyes to a training ground, vibrant, years younger. Then he saw him. Across the field, practicing drills, was a younger, healthier Elian, alive. Ryker walked straight to him, took Elian's hand, and with every eye on them, declared, "He's your future Luna."

What would you do if Mr Dark and Frosty crashed right into your life and made you question everything you thought you knew? Jackson Hayes has always played it safe. Straight-A student, part-time bookstore job, perfect son with his entire life planned in detail. He dates girls because he's supposed to, never understanding why he felt no form of attraction towards them. Then he witnesses a hit-and-run on Christmas Eve. The stranger he pulls from the road shouldn't be alive. The gash on his head heals in hours. His body is ice cold. He's gorgeous, intense and has zero memory of who is and why he was left bleeding in the snow. But the moment their hands touch, Jackson feels something he's never felt before-a heat that terrifies and thrills him at the same time.

On Thanksgiving day, my chubby presents me to his best buddy as a gift, while I experienced the most estactic time of my life while fucking with two guys simultaneously, and realized myself loved him. will the threesome finish when the holiday ends, will I let him leave as we promised?

After years of silence, a chance encounter brings two former lovers face-to-face, reigniting a passion they thought was long buried. As they navigate the complexities of their shared history and the wounds left behind, they must decide if their connection is worth a second chance. Set against a modern backdrop, this poignant LGBT romance explores the power of forgiveness and the enduring nature of true love when fate demands a final reckoning.

"Bride by day, prey by night." When Raven Dierna's forced to pose as a bride for Caravia's feral wolf prince, Eilís. He thinks it's a death sentence. But Raven's caught in a brewing storm between humans and werewolves with Eilís's dark half, lurking in the shadows. As Raven navigates the treacherous royal court, hiding his true sex and avoiding deadly secrets, he finds himself entangled in Eilís's struggle. Raven's survival hinges on his wits and the forbidden pull between them. Eilís Caravia, a werewolf prince, grapples with the beast within, torn between duty and desire as family pressures mount and Caravia's stability hangs by a thread. Forced to wed a human, Eilís finds himself entangled in a web of forbidden attraction and deadly secrets. As alliances shift and loyalties are tested, Eilís must confront his dark half, and make a choice that could save or shatter his kingdom and his heart.

Henry Diego is new to Crosswell High School where he meets Archie Smith, who happens to be his mate and the Alpha of the Crimson Water Pack, a werewolf pack that resides in town. Once their relationship begins with a rocky start, Henry must deal with helping run a pack that he knows nothing about. From rogues to elders to unusual bonding with his mate, there are many positives and negatives that Henry must decide if he wants to be a part of.

Adrian Vale is New York's youngest self made billionaire, ruthless, controlled, and used to getting what he wants. Eli Navarro is a principled marine biologist, determined to protect Seabrook Cove from reckless development and just as determined to resist the undeniable attraction he feels toward the infuriating, infuriatingly handsome architect overseeing the Rivera project. When a storm traps them together, proximity ignites a dangerous fire neither can ignore. Professional friction becomes flirtation, flirtation becomes obsession, and suddenly their push and pull chemistry threatens to unravel everything they thought they knew about love, trust, and control. He's impossible. And yet, he can't stay away. He's infuriating. And yet, he's everything Eli didn't know he needed. Will two men who can't admit their desire survive the tension, jealousy, and secrets that threaten to tear them apart? Or will the fire they can't resist destroy them both?

My boyfriend, Damien, chose a Vegas trip with his toxic best friend, Branden, over our relationship, ignoring my ultimatum that if he walked out, we were over. He walked. A week later, he was back, dangling a designer handbag as a peace offering. But while he was partying, I was in the ER with a severe, stress-induced anxiety attack. The final blow came when I saw Damien had 'liked' Branden' s social media post mocking my pain. He stood outside my apartment, laughing with Branden, calling me "dramatic" and "clingy," completely unaware I had already packed his entire life into boxes. "What... what is all this, Cecil?" he stammered, his face turning from shock to rage as he saw his belongings ready for the movers. "What have you done?" I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold and steady. "We're over, Damien. So, are these boxes going to your place, or to Branden's?"

Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand. At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms. But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates. Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face. What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.

Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team. A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster. Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life. But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout. Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near. He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain. During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand. Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff. Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal. If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him? Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride? Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers. "He's asking if you are in love with me." Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.

Elliot Carter never loses. Not to his father. Not to anyone. And definitely not to the infuriating 'golden' boy who suddenly moves into his house. When Elliot's father marries Asher Brooks' mother, his already broken world cracks even more. Asher is everything he despises-calm, disciplined, admired by everyone at university. The kind of guy who smiles like he has nothing to prove. From the moment they meet, it's war. Elliot thrives on pushing buttons. Asher refuses to be provoked. Their fights are sharp, personal, and relentless, until one night, anger turns physical... and something far more dangerous ignites between them. A line is crossed that neither of them can uncross. Asher refuses to feel guilty. Elliot refuses to admit he wanted it. Now they're trapped under the same roof, and the more they try to hate each other, the more dangerous the attraction becomes. Because this isn't just rivalry. It's obsession. And when control becomes the weapon of choice, someone is bound to break. The only question is... Who will break first? What starts as a power struggle becomes a secret neither of them is willing to name. Because Asher doesn't regret what happened. And Elliot hates that he doesn't either. At school, they glare across crowded hallways like enemies. At home, the tension between them grows heavier, hotter, impossible to ignore. Pride keeps them apart. Desire drags them back together. But when jealousy, family pressure, and buried wounds threaten to expose everything, Elliot and Asher will have to decide: Are they destroying each other? Or are they the only ones who truly see the cracks beneath the surface? In a house built on second chances, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.

I was Alpha Gorge's dog-silent, submissive, chained by his every command. I crawled in the dirt, did things even the moon would scorn, all for a love I thought would one day be returned. But when that day came-he stood there, arms around another, his eyes as cold as the void, his words cutting deeper than any claw. "I'm bored with you." My heart turned to ice. I bonded with Alpha Mike. Alpha Gorge, waiting for me to beg, to crumble, stood paralyzed-shocked-as I walked away, leaving him behind. When he saw me standing strong, unbowed, beside another-his wolf howled.

I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me. Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning. When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl. In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket. Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection." I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts. "In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one." The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.

On her wedding day, a bride discovers a devastating betrayal when her groom is caught kissing his best man during a live stream. This shocking public revelation shatters her world, turning her dream ceremony into a viral scandal. As the footage spreads across the internet, she must navigate the emotional wreckage of her failed relationship. This modern romance explores the fallout of infidelity and the quest for truth in the digital age.

Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.