The Works of JJ Collins

“We still haven’t gotten to what you get out of that sweet little deal,” he said. “What’s the bottom line? Six easy payments of $49.99?”
“Something like that,” she said. She met his gaze full on. “I want your soul.”
He barked laughter. “That’s a good one, tell me another.”
“No, Michael,” she said, and smiled. Her eyes, a dark chocolate color, became black as pitch, like oil had washed over the whites. Her teeth became razors, triple rowed and deadly as an unseen aura of power filled the room like a suffocating miasma. He scrabbled away from the couch, his eyes locked on her, but in a blink, she had returned to normal. She could have been a secretary or a paralegal but for that flash of vision.
“What are you?” he asked.
“Cassandra Black, nice to meet you.” She gave a little wave. “I’m a crossroads demon.”
“A what?”
She sighed. “I make deals with humans for their souls. We draw up a binding contract. You get what you want most on this Earth at right this very moment — within reason, of course, your soul’s not bloody priceless — and when you die, we collect. You live a full life, and we get your soul in the end.”
“So heaven and hell…?”
“Oh, they’re very real, but not many people see the point in going upstairs these days,” she said with a smile. “That’s the beauty of modern consumerism, it’s all instant gratification. I’ll have to remember to thank the boys in R&D for that.”

Michael Cartwright’s life is a shambles. His wife has left him for his business partner, someone he thought he could trust, until he stole Michael’s half of the business out from under him. And that makes Michael angry. So angry, in fact, that he’s willing to drive a bargain with Cassandra Black. If he can please Cassandra in bed, she’ll take his soul in exchange for revenge against the people who hurt him the most.
Vengeance is a dish best served cold, but Michael’s willing to brave the heat in order to exact his punishment.
(This sizzling erotic short contains explicit descriptions of rough sex and fellatio. Adults only!)
Wrath is now available via Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. Grab your copy today! (As usual, we ask that Nook and Kindle customers wait 24-48 hours of processing time for the stories to show up in their respective stores. We thank you for your patience!)

“We still haven’t gotten to what you get out of that sweet little deal,” he said. “What’s the bottom line? Six easy payments of $49.99?”

“Something like that,” she said. She met his gaze full on. “I want your soul.”

He barked laughter. “That’s a good one, tell me another.”

“No, Michael,” she said, and smiled. Her eyes, a dark chocolate color, became black as pitch, like oil had washed over the whites. Her teeth became razors, triple rowed and deadly as an unseen aura of power filled the room like a suffocating miasma. He scrabbled away from the couch, his eyes locked on her, but in a blink, she had returned to normal. She could have been a secretary or a paralegal but for that flash of vision.

“What are you?” he asked.

“Cassandra Black, nice to meet you.” She gave a little wave. “I’m a crossroads demon.”

“A what?”

She sighed. “I make deals with humans for their souls. We draw up a binding contract. You get what you want most on this Earth at right this very moment — within reason, of course, your soul’s not bloody priceless — and when you die, we collect. You live a full life, and we get your soul in the end.”

“So heaven and hell…?”

“Oh, they’re very real, but not many people see the point in going upstairs these days,” she said with a smile. “That’s the beauty of modern consumerism, it’s all instant gratification. I’ll have to remember to thank the boys in R&D for that.”

Michael Cartwright’s life is a shambles. His wife has left him for his business partner, someone he thought he could trust, until he stole Michael’s half of the business out from under him. And that makes Michael angry. So angry, in fact, that he’s willing to drive a bargain with Cassandra Black. If he can please Cassandra in bed, she’ll take his soul in exchange for revenge against the people who hurt him the most.

Vengeance is a dish best served cold, but Michael’s willing to brave the heat in order to exact his punishment.

(This sizzling erotic short contains explicit descriptions of rough sex and fellatio. Adults only!)

Wrath is now available via Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. Grab your copy today! (As usual, we ask that Nook and Kindle customers wait 24-48 hours of processing time for the stories to show up in their respective stores. We thank you for your patience!)

“Yes, I’m exactly what it says on the tin. I’m a demon, here to make a deal. We only choose those who could really use our help, if it means anything to you, Mary.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “I can get you out of this hellhole, if you’ll pardon the expression, and into the life you deserve, for only a small fee.”“And that fee is my soul.”“Oh, you’re a smart cookie, you are.” He grinned, and she was relieved to see straight white teeth instead of the jagged monstrosity he had revealed before.“What exactly would I be getting?”“No existential crisis? I’m surprised.” He raised his eyebrows.“I’m a lapsed Catholic. According to the church, I’m already bound for hell.”He chuckled. “Might as well get something for it, right? You sign the contract, you go on your way for the rest of your life, and then I collect. What you ask for is up to you. The spot at the Times is still on the table, if you’re interested. Your soul, however, is non-negotiable.”She thought for a moment. “And I can ask for anything?”“Within reason. You’re not exactly bartering with all the tea in China, sweetie.”She took another sip of her wine, thinking. She could ask for anything, even tenure at a magazine that gave her everything she asked for and more. She could be free to travel and review all the delicious food of the world. The thought made her decision for her and she looked at him, resolve stiffening her spine.“I want to travel the world as my job, sampling food and wine and writing about it.”“Excellent choice, m’dear.” Charlie gave a pleased smile, folding his hands across one another. “Now that we’ve come to terms with that, all you have to do is sign the contract.”
Mary Bakeman’s magazine isn’t happy with their food critic after a harsh review of the editor’s favorite restaurant. She goes to Milo’s for her next story, only to be met by Charlie Black, her waiter for the evening who has a lot more planned that the night’s menu would suggest. He offers her the chance to take on the world, for a price.Has Mary bitten off more than she can chew? Find out in Gluttony, new from JJ Collins.(This sizzling hot erotic short contains explicit descriptions of sex, lascivious use of food, oral sex, and a snarky demon who always gets his way. Adults only!)
Gluttony is now available via Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. Grab your copy today! (As usual, we ask that Nook and Kindle customers wait 24-48 hours of processing time for the stories to show up in their respective stores. We thank you for your patience!)

“Yes, I’m exactly what it says on the tin. I’m a demon, here to make a deal. We only choose those who could really use our help, if it means anything to you, Mary.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “I can get you out of this hellhole, if you’ll pardon the expression, and into the life you deserve, for only a small fee.”

“And that fee is my soul.”

“Oh, you’re a smart cookie, you are.” He grinned, and she was relieved to see straight white teeth instead of the jagged monstrosity he had revealed before.

“What exactly would I be getting?”

“No existential crisis? I’m surprised.” He raised his eyebrows.

“I’m a lapsed Catholic. According to the church, I’m already bound for hell.”

He chuckled. “Might as well get something for it, right? You sign the contract, you go on your way for the rest of your life, and then I collect. What you ask for is up to you. The spot at the Times is still on the table, if you’re interested. Your soul, however, is non-negotiable.”

She thought for a moment. “And I can ask for anything?”

“Within reason. You’re not exactly bartering with all the tea in China, sweetie.”

She took another sip of her wine, thinking. She could ask for anything, even tenure at a magazine that gave her everything she asked for and more. She could be free to travel and review all the delicious food of the world. The thought made her decision for her and she looked at him, resolve stiffening her spine.

“I want to travel the world as my job, sampling food and wine and writing about it.”

“Excellent choice, m’dear.” Charlie gave a pleased smile, folding his hands across one another. “Now that we’ve come to terms with that, all you have to do is sign the contract.”

Mary Bakeman’s magazine isn’t happy with their food critic after a harsh review of the editor’s favorite restaurant. She goes to Milo’s for her next story, only to be met by Charlie Black, her waiter for the evening who has a lot more planned that the night’s menu would suggest. He offers her the chance to take on the world, for a price.

Has Mary bitten off more than she can chew? Find out in Gluttony, new from JJ Collins.

(This sizzling hot erotic short contains explicit descriptions of sex, lascivious use of food, oral sex, and a snarky demon who always gets his way. Adults only!)

Gluttony is now available via Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. Grab your copy today! (As usual, we ask that Nook and Kindle customers wait 24-48 hours of processing time for the stories to show up in their respective stores. We thank you for your patience!)

“I took the liberty of looking at the files you sent me today, Peter. I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do this time.”
Peter shook his head in disbelief. “You can’t mean that. You’re the best in the business, the only guy who can cover this up. Without you, I’m sunk.”“Well, there’s only so much I can do with embezzlement, you see.”Peter frowned and looked around them checking for unwelcome ears. “Do you have to say it so loudly?”“Why not?” Charlie asked. “It’s what you were doing. But that’s beside the point. The point is, you’re going to need a huge transfusion of cash in order to cover your ass, and it’s not going to happen.”“Charlie, you can’t be serious! I’ve got you on retainer for a reason! I need your help now, and you’re always well-compensated. You know this.” Peter’s voice took on a wheedling note, one that he hated but used well. Charlie’s face darkened to a scowl, but Peter pressed him, flashing him the smile that Forbes labeled ‘most likely to succeed’.Charlie sighed, leaning against the concrete of the parking garage wall. “Look, I simply don’t have the cash to give you. I can’t just make it appear by snapping my fingers.”“But there has to be something you can do?” Peter was desperate enough to go from wheedling to begging, and if Charlie didn’t stop frowning at him, he might, as much as he hated it.“There’s one thing I can do, and it’s your only option.” Charlie smiled at Peter, and a chill went down the CEO’s spine. This wasn’t his imagination; it couldn’t be. Charlie’s mouth went wide, stretched to its limits, and his mouth was full of jagged shards of broken glass. The sound of leathery wings could be heard in the shadows as Charlie’s eyes went as black as pitch, oil slicked across the whites of his eyes.Peter backed up until he bumped into the concrete of the parking garage. His brain was gibbering at him to run, to do something other than cower like an idiot, but he was rooted to the spot as Charlie leered. He closed his eyes, wishing this were a bad dream.“Oh, you baby, open your eyes.” Charlie chuckled, and Peter cracked open a lid to see his broker back to normal. He sank to the floor, shaking in every limb as he looked up at Charlie — whatever he was.“Wh-what…?”“I’m a demon, Peter, to answer your question. As for the other thing, yes, I can save your company, and make it like this never happened. But I want one thing, and it’s something that’s non-negotiable.”“What is it?” Peter was still a little woozy from the revelation that his broker was some kind of demon.“Your soul, of course. I’m definitely not doing this for free, Petey.” Charlie picked at his nails on one hand, uninterested in Peter’s sudden crisis of faith. “That’s my asking price, and I’m set up to give you exactly what you need to keep your job and your reputation.”“Sounds too good to be true.” Peter scrubbed his hands over his face, still shaken.“Not at all, it’s only business. You know how cut-throat the competition can be, after all. I’ve got the best offer on the table right about now.”“And if I say no?”“Well, that can go one of two ways. One, I let you stew, and keep my mouth shut. I like that option, because it means I don’t have to do any extra work. Or two, I can release all your files to the right people, and hang you out to dry faster than you can say ‘Hail Mary’.”He grinned again at his intentional blasphemy. Peter shuddered.“Face it, Petey, I’ve got you by the short and curlies, and you know it.”

Peter Shilling is the head of a multimillion dollar corporation. When he goes to his private accountant for a little help cooking the books, he’s met with a counter-offer — his soul for a clean record and a bailout that would make the government jealous. He just has to scratch Charlie’s back in return — and that means he owes Charlie Black his soul.Will Peter survive Charlie’s hostile takeover? Find out in Greed, new from JJ Collins.(This sizzling hot erotic short contains explicit descriptions of m/m sex, spanking, oral sex, and a snarky demon who always gets what he’s after. Adults only!)
Greed is now available via Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. Grab your copy today! (As usual, we ask that Nook and Kindle customers wait 24-48 hours of processing time for the stories to show up in their respective stores. We thank you for your patience!)

“I took the liberty of looking at the files you sent me today, Peter. I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do this time.”

Peter shook his head in disbelief. “You can’t mean that. You’re the best in the business, the only guy who can cover this up. Without you, I’m sunk.”

“Well, there’s only so much I can do with embezzlement, you see.”
Peter frowned and looked around them checking for unwelcome ears. “Do you have to say it so loudly?”

“Why not?” Charlie asked. “It’s what you were doing. But that’s beside the point. The point is, you’re going to need a huge transfusion of cash in order to cover your ass, and it’s not going to happen.”

“Charlie, you can’t be serious! I’ve got you on retainer for a reason! I need your help now, and you’re always well-compensated. You know this.” Peter’s voice took on a wheedling note, one that he hated but used well. Charlie’s face darkened to a scowl, but Peter pressed him, flashing him the smile that Forbes labeled ‘most likely to succeed’.

Charlie sighed, leaning against the concrete of the parking garage wall. “Look, I simply don’t have the cash to give you. I can’t just make it appear by snapping my fingers.”

“But there has to be something you can do?” Peter was desperate enough to go from wheedling to begging, and if Charlie didn’t stop frowning at him, he might, as much as he hated it.

“There’s one thing I can do, and it’s your only option.” Charlie smiled at Peter, and a chill went down the CEO’s spine. This wasn’t his imagination; it couldn’t be. Charlie’s mouth went wide, stretched to its limits, and his mouth was full of jagged shards of broken glass. The sound of leathery wings could be heard in the shadows as Charlie’s eyes went as black as pitch, oil slicked across the whites of his eyes.

Peter backed up until he bumped into the concrete of the parking garage. His brain was gibbering at him to run, to do something other than cower like an idiot, but he was rooted to the spot as Charlie leered. He closed his eyes, wishing this were a bad dream.

“Oh, you baby, open your eyes.” Charlie chuckled, and Peter cracked open a lid to see his broker back to normal. He sank to the floor, shaking in every limb as he looked up at Charlie — whatever he was.

“Wh-what…?”

“I’m a demon, Peter, to answer your question. As for the other thing, yes, I can save your company, and make it like this never happened. But I want one thing, and it’s something that’s non-negotiable.”

“What is it?” Peter was still a little woozy from the revelation that his broker was some kind of demon.

“Your soul, of course. I’m definitely not doing this for free, Petey.” Charlie picked at his nails on one hand, uninterested in Peter’s sudden crisis of faith. “That’s my asking price, and I’m set up to give you exactly what you need to keep your job and your reputation.”

“Sounds too good to be true.” Peter scrubbed his hands over his face, still shaken.

“Not at all, it’s only business. You know how cut-throat the competition can be, after all. I’ve got the best offer on the table right about now.”

“And if I say no?”

“Well, that can go one of two ways. One, I let you stew, and keep my mouth shut. I like that option, because it means I don’t have to do any extra work. Or two, I can release all your files to the right people, and hang you out to dry faster than you can say ‘Hail Mary’.”

He grinned again at his intentional blasphemy. Peter shuddered.

“Face it, Petey, I’ve got you by the short and curlies, and you know it.”

Peter Shilling is the head of a multimillion dollar corporation. When he goes to his private accountant for a little help cooking the books, he’s met with a counter-offer — his soul for a clean record and a bailout that would make the government jealous. He just has to scratch Charlie’s back in return — and that means he owes Charlie Black his soul.

Will Peter survive Charlie’s hostile takeover? Find out in Greed, new from JJ Collins.

(This sizzling hot erotic short contains explicit descriptions of m/m sex, spanking, oral sex, and a snarky demon who always gets what he’s after. Adults only!)

Greed is now available via Smashwords and All Romance eBooks. Grab your copy today! (As usual, we ask that Nook and Kindle customers wait 24-48 hours of processing time for the stories to show up in their respective stores. We thank you for your patience!)

“Dude, seriously, you can’t avoid me forever.” John looked up from his cereal to see Danny standing over him at the table, clad in a pair of loose cotton sleeping pants. John frowned and went back to breakfast. Danny’s slender torso came into view as he sat next to John on the couch, and his arms folded. John imagined that he could see every freckle on Danny’s chest, nestled in the sparse brush of wiry hair that ran in a trail all the way to his waistband.
John grunted and turned up the volume on the TV.
Danny waited.
It wasn’t a staring contest, so much as it was a try-not-to-stare contest. John concentrated on moving the cereal from the bowl to his mouth and ignoring his roommate. It wasn’t easy, not with Danny’s intense stare making his hands shake. He could feel his dick twitch in his loose pajama pants, and he willed it to leave him the fuck alone, because now was not the time.
“I knew it,” Danny said after a moment, sitting back with a sigh. “You’re all fucked up about the fact that I’m bisexual.”
John stopped eating, stopped breathing and it was all he could do to swallow his mouthful of corn flakes. He chanced a glance at his friend, and saw Danny shaking his head.
“Seriously, you think I can’t tell? You avoided me all goddamn night last night, and now you won’t even talk to me this morning. I know you better than pretty much everyone except your mom, you know.”
“No, I’m not.” John put the spoon back in the bowl and the bowl on the coffee table. He still avoided looking at Danny, and that seemed to only make him angrier.
“Bullshit, you aren’t. We were looking forward to watching the Knicks game for two weeks and then you bailed on me? What am I supposed to think?”
“I was tired!” John could feel his temper fraying. “Am I not allowed to be tired now? I’d just like a single good night’s sleep without you bothering me about it!”
“I’m bothered because you’re my friend and now you’re going out of the way to not talk to me, John.”
“Danny,” he said, stopping the words short. “I just want to eat my cereal and watch some TV. I don’t want to talk to you about my feelings. Can we not have a chick-flick moment here?”
“Really? You’re going to blow me off? Fine.” Danny shifted his legs out from underneath himself and stormed back into his bedroom. The door banged open and Danny came back out a moment later wearing a tank top, shorts, and carrying his sneakers.
“I’m going for a run.” The door slammed behind him, leaving John alone with his cereal and his thoughts. He sighed and went to take a cold shower.

John and his best friend Danny have been roommates since they both graduated college. One evening, Danny admits that he’s bisexual, a fact that throws John into a tailspin of lust after he wakes up from a steamy dream involving his best friend.
Will John act on his desires? Find out in this sizzling erotic short story by JJ Collins.
(Warning: this erotic short story contains explicit descriptions of oral sex, frottage, and other forms of intimate contact. Mature audiences only!)
Now on sale at Smashwords and All Romance e-books! Please wait 24-48 hours for purchase on Amazon and Barnes & Noble to allow for processing. We appreciate your patience!

“Dude, seriously, you can’t avoid me forever.” John looked up from his cereal to see Danny standing over him at the table, clad in a pair of loose cotton sleeping pants. John frowned and went back to breakfast. Danny’s slender torso came into view as he sat next to John on the couch, and his arms folded. John imagined that he could see every freckle on Danny’s chest, nestled in the sparse brush of wiry hair that ran in a trail all the way to his waistband.

John grunted and turned up the volume on the TV.

Danny waited.

It wasn’t a staring contest, so much as it was a try-not-to-stare contest. John concentrated on moving the cereal from the bowl to his mouth and ignoring his roommate. It wasn’t easy, not with Danny’s intense stare making his hands shake. He could feel his dick twitch in his loose pajama pants, and he willed it to leave him the fuck alone, because now was not the time.

“I knew it,” Danny said after a moment, sitting back with a sigh. “You’re all fucked up about the fact that I’m bisexual.”

John stopped eating, stopped breathing and it was all he could do to swallow his mouthful of corn flakes. He chanced a glance at his friend, and saw Danny shaking his head.

“Seriously, you think I can’t tell? You avoided me all goddamn night last night, and now you won’t even talk to me this morning. I know you better than pretty much everyone except your mom, you know.”

“No, I’m not.” John put the spoon back in the bowl and the bowl on the coffee table. He still avoided looking at Danny, and that seemed to only make him angrier.

“Bullshit, you aren’t. We were looking forward to watching the Knicks game for two weeks and then you bailed on me? What am I supposed to think?”

“I was tired!” John could feel his temper fraying. “Am I not allowed to be tired now? I’d just like a single good night’s sleep without you bothering me about it!”

“I’m bothered because you’re my friend and now you’re going out of the way to not talk to me, John.”

“Danny,” he said, stopping the words short. “I just want to eat my cereal and watch some TV. I don’t want to talk to you about my feelings. Can we not have a chick-flick moment here?”

“Really? You’re going to blow me off? Fine.” Danny shifted his legs out from underneath himself and stormed back into his bedroom. The door banged open and Danny came back out a moment later wearing a tank top, shorts, and carrying his sneakers.

“I’m going for a run.” The door slammed behind him, leaving John alone with his cereal and his thoughts. He sighed and went to take a cold shower.

John and his best friend Danny have been roommates since they both graduated college. One evening, Danny admits that he’s bisexual, a fact that throws John into a tailspin of lust after he wakes up from a steamy dream involving his best friend.

Will John act on his desires? Find out in this sizzling erotic short story by JJ Collins.

(Warning: this erotic short story contains explicit descriptions of oral sex, frottage, and other forms of intimate contact. Mature audiences only!)

Now on sale at Smashwords and All Romance e-books! Please wait 24-48 hours for purchase on Amazon and Barnes & Noble to allow for processing. We appreciate your patience!

A knock on the door startled her. No one came to her dressing room, and the flowers had stopped coming well into the first week of the performance. She had no admirers, which was a damn shame in her opinion. Thankless and no matter how hard she tried, the theater got emptier every day.She was shocked, then, when she opened the paint-peeled door to a bouquet of lush greenery and the deep red of two dozen red roses. Her breath caught as she took in the delicate blossoms and the scent that wafted itself through the air.“Oh my goodness,” she said, taking the bouquet from its delivery man, a handsome young man in a sleek black coat. She set the vase on the table and turned back around, to face the man. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”“No, no, Miss Westing, thank you,” he said, flashing her a toothy grin. For the first time in a long time, she felt herself blushing. “I loved your performance as Desiree in A Little Night Music a couple of years ago.”“Oh, are you a fan of my work?” She smiled, turning from shy to coquette in the blink of an eye. “Have a seat, please. I don’t get to talk with many fans anymore — I have such a busy schedule, you see.”
He settled himself on the couch, crossing long, muscular legs. She took a moment to admire him; he was an acute example of the beauty of youth. Olive skin, dark chocolate eyes under thick black brows, he was something exotic, a treat after all the old men who showed up to watch her flounce around in petticoats. Dark hair that met in a high widow’s peak framed a strong jaw with just the lightest brush of stubble. He was, in essence, everything that made her sopping wet wrapped up into a delicious package.“So, I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart,” she said, returning to her seat in front of the vanity. She gave what she hoped was a surreptitious glance into the mirror to make sure the concealer was doing its job, and then back at him to flash a million dollar smile.“My name is Charlie, Miss Westing. Charlie Black.” He leaned back, his crisp white dress shirt stretching across tight abdominals. She could feel her mouth watering.“And what is it you do for a living, Charlie?”He smiled. “You could say I’m in aggressive acquisitions.”“Mysterious, I like that.” She shuffled in a drawer for her stack of headshots. She pulled one from the stack and grabbed her felt tip pen. “So, should I make this out to you, or —?”“Actually,” he said, holding up a hand, “I was hoping I could do something for you.”

Tiffany Westing’s career is in the toilet. Once a beloved star of the stage, the years have caught up with her and she’s old news, until an admirer knocks on her door with a strange request. The deal is simple: her soul for everything in her youth that made her great, no strings attached…or are there?Will Tiffany sell her soul for the beauty she lost? Find out in this sizzling erotic short story by JJ Collins.(Warning, contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts, including but not limited to oral sex, rough sexual encounters, and dirty talk. Adults only!)
On sale now at Smashwords and All Romance e-books. Please wait 24-48 hours for purchase on Amazon and Barnes & Noble to allow for processing. We appreciate your patience!

A knock on the door startled her. No one came to her dressing room, and the flowers had stopped coming well into the first week of the performance. She had no admirers, which was a damn shame in her opinion. Thankless and no matter how hard she tried, the theater got emptier every day.

She was shocked, then, when she opened the paint-peeled door to a bouquet of lush greenery and the deep red of two dozen red roses. Her breath caught as she took in the delicate blossoms and the scent that wafted itself through the air.

“Oh my goodness,” she said, taking the bouquet from its delivery man, a handsome young man in a sleek black coat. She set the vase on the table and turned back around, to face the man. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

“No, no, Miss Westing, thank you,” he said, flashing her a toothy grin. For the first time in a long time, she felt herself blushing. “I loved your performance as Desiree in A Little Night Music a couple of years ago.”

“Oh, are you a fan of my work?” She smiled, turning from shy to coquette in the blink of an eye. “Have a seat, please. I don’t get to talk with many fans anymore — I have such a busy schedule, you see.”

He settled himself on the couch, crossing long, muscular legs. She took a moment to admire him; he was an acute example of the beauty of youth. Olive skin, dark chocolate eyes under thick black brows, he was something exotic, a treat after all the old men who showed up to watch her flounce around in petticoats. Dark hair that met in a high widow’s peak framed a strong jaw with just the lightest brush of stubble. He was, in essence, everything that made her sopping wet wrapped up into a delicious package.

“So, I didn’t catch your name, sweetheart,” she said, returning to her seat in front of the vanity. She gave what she hoped was a surreptitious glance into the mirror to make sure the concealer was doing its job, and then back at him to flash a million dollar smile.

“My name is Charlie, Miss Westing. Charlie Black.” He leaned back, his crisp white dress shirt stretching across tight abdominals. She could feel her mouth watering.

“And what is it you do for a living, Charlie?”

He smiled. “You could say I’m in aggressive acquisitions.”

“Mysterious, I like that.” She shuffled in a drawer for her stack of headshots. She pulled one from the stack and grabbed her felt tip pen. “So, should I make this out to you, or —?”

“Actually,” he said, holding up a hand, “I was hoping I could do something for you.”

Tiffany Westing’s career is in the toilet. Once a beloved star of the stage, the years have caught up with her and she’s old news, until an admirer knocks on her door with a strange request. The deal is simple: her soul for everything in her youth that made her great, no strings attached…or are there?

Will Tiffany sell her soul for the beauty she lost? Find out in this sizzling erotic short story by JJ Collins.

(Warning, contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts, including but not limited to oral sex, rough sexual encounters, and dirty talk. Adults only!)

On sale now at Smashwords and All Romance e-books. Please wait 24-48 hours for purchase on Amazon and Barnes & Noble to allow for processing. We appreciate your patience!

Ken Richards is a failure. His law firm is falling apart, his life isn’t amounting to anything, and he’s at the end of the line, until the sexy Cassandra Black walks into his office and makes him an offer he can’t refuse.
The only catch?
Cassandra isn’t a normal business partner — she’s after one thing and one thing only: Ken’s soul. This smoking hot devil is ready to strike a deal and seal the contract with a lot more than a kiss.
Can Ken resist temptation? Find out in this sizzling 3,000 word erotica short by JJ Collins.
(This story contains explicit descriptions of sex, fellatio, rough treatment and is intended for adult audiences only.)

The thirteenth story in JJ’s repertoire is the start of something sinfully delicious. Pride is one of what will be seven stories, each covering one of the seven deadly sins. Now on sale at Smashwords and All Romance e-books! (Amazon and Barnes & Noble customers are asked to wait 24-48 hours for processing before purchase. We appreciate your patience!)

Ken Richards is a failure. His law firm is falling apart, his life isn’t amounting to anything, and he’s at the end of the line, until the sexy Cassandra Black walks into his office and makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

The only catch?

Cassandra isn’t a normal business partner — she’s after one thing and one thing only: Ken’s soul. This smoking hot devil is ready to strike a deal and seal the contract with a lot more than a kiss.

Can Ken resist temptation? Find out in this sizzling 3,000 word erotica short by JJ Collins.

(This story contains explicit descriptions of sex, fellatio, rough treatment and is intended for adult audiences only.)

The thirteenth story in JJ’s repertoire is the start of something sinfully delicious. Pride is one of what will be seven stories, each covering one of the seven deadly sins. Now on sale at Smashwords and All Romance e-books! (Amazon and Barnes & Noble customers are asked to wait 24-48 hours for processing before purchase. We appreciate your patience!)

One alpha, two omegas, and a sizzling hot trio of M/m and M/m/m erotica from JJ Collins.Three stories for a special bundle pack, certain to sate those otherworldly shifter cravings.HOWLAs the alpha male of his werewolf pack, Malcolm is responsible for them — including discipline. When a rogue omega male is captured, Malcolm’s duty is to instruct him as to who the alpha is and put the errant were in his place.Sometimes, it’s good to be the alpha.Join Malcolm and his captive in the hottest tail yet!Contains: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, master/slave, collaring. May be too hot to handle, but it will surely make you howl. COLLAREDMalcolm and his omega Adam return in the sequel to Howl, Collared.Adam has come to accept the burden and responsibility of being the omega to an alpha were, but when another were threatens Malcolm’s supremacy, it’s up to Adam to prove that his master knows best.Can Adam prove that he wears his collar with pride and save both his master’s reputation and his own life?This story contains rough sex, whipping, violence, and a heavy dose of M/m BDSM. Be warned, because the sequel to Howl will leave you begging for more.CAGEDMalcolm and Adam, the alpha and omega werewolves, return in the third story of The Canticle of Punishment.When a werebear alpha from a rival clan turns to Malcolm to train an unruly omega, the alpha werewolf relies on Adam to show Thomas the werebear what it means to be a true omega.Will Thomas refuse to break?
(This M/m/m erotic story includes spanking, domination, and master and submissive bdsm themes, as well as sexually graphic scenes. May be too hot to handle!)

JJ Collins’ 12th title, The Canticle of Discipline has just hit shelves on Smashwords and All Romance e-books! A special bundle at a special price, just for fans of the M/m BDSM genre. (Amazon and Barnes & Noble customers are asked to wait for 24-48 hours for the e-books to clear processing. We thank you for your patience!)

One alpha, two omegas, and a sizzling hot trio of M/m and M/m/m erotica from JJ Collins.

Three stories for a special bundle pack, certain to sate those otherworldly shifter cravings.

HOWL
As the alpha male of his werewolf pack, Malcolm is responsible for them — including discipline. When a rogue omega male is captured, Malcolm’s duty is to instruct him as to who the alpha is and put the errant were in his place.

Sometimes, it’s good to be the alpha.

Join Malcolm and his captive in the hottest tail yet!

Contains: BDSM, spanking, anal sex, master/slave, collaring. May be too hot to handle, but it will surely make you howl.

COLLARED
Malcolm and his omega Adam return in the sequel to Howl, Collared.

Adam has come to accept the burden and responsibility of being the omega to an alpha were, but when another were threatens Malcolm’s supremacy, it’s up to Adam to prove that his master knows best.

Can Adam prove that he wears his collar with pride and save both his master’s reputation and his own life?

This story contains rough sex, whipping, violence, and a heavy dose of M/m BDSM. Be warned, because the sequel to Howl will leave you begging for more.

CAGED
Malcolm and Adam, the alpha and omega werewolves, return in the third story of The Canticle of Punishment.

When a werebear alpha from a rival clan turns to Malcolm to train an unruly omega, the alpha werewolf relies on Adam to show Thomas the werebear what it means to be a true omega.

Will Thomas refuse to break?

(This M/m/m erotic story includes spanking, domination, and master and submissive bdsm themes, as well as sexually graphic scenes. May be too hot to handle!)

JJ Collins’ 12th title, The Canticle of Discipline has just hit shelves on Smashwords and All Romance e-books! A special bundle at a special price, just for fans of the M/m BDSM genre. (Amazon and Barnes & Noble customers are asked to wait for 24-48 hours for the e-books to clear processing. We thank you for your patience!)

Malcolm and Adam, the alpha and omega werewolves, return in the third story of The Canticle of Punishment.
When a werebear alpha from a rival clan turns to Malcolm to train an unruly omega, the alpha werewolf relies on Adam to show Thomas the werebear what it means to be a true omega.
Will Thomas refuse to break?
(This M/m/m erotic story includes spanking, domination, and master and submissive bdsm themes, as well as sexually graphic scenes. May be too hot to handle!)

JJ Collins’ 11th title, Caged has just hit shelves on Smashwords and All Romance e-books. (Amazon and Barnes & Noble customers are asked to wait for 24-48 hours for the e-books to clear processing. We thank you for your patience!)

Malcolm and Adam, the alpha and omega werewolves, return in the third story of The Canticle of Punishment.

When a werebear alpha from a rival clan turns to Malcolm to train an unruly omega, the alpha werewolf relies on Adam to show Thomas the werebear what it means to be a true omega.

Will Thomas refuse to break?

(This M/m/m erotic story includes spanking, domination, and master and submissive bdsm themes, as well as sexually graphic scenes. May be too hot to handle!)

JJ Collins’ 11th title, Caged has just hit shelves on Smashwords and All Romance e-books. (Amazon and Barnes & Noble customers are asked to wait for 24-48 hours for the e-books to clear processing. We thank you for your patience!)

Officer Mason Oakes is bored. Bored, bored, bored. He’s stuck on the side of the road in a speed trap that won’t catch any speeders in a million years. When he decides to have a little fun to pass the time, he doesn’t expect hot blonde Stacey Harris to speed past his radar.
He chases and stops her, only to be told by dispatch that this is her last strike before they take her license. Stacey will do ANYTHING to keep her car…
Stacey Harris from the bestselling ‘Sharing Stacey’ series makes an appearance in this new sizzling slice of erotica from JJ Collins. (Adults only! This tale contains graphic scenes suitable for mature audiences, including public sex, fellatio, and dirty talk.)

JJ returns with the beginning of a new series! Breakin’ the Law is on sale now at Smashwords! (As usual, we ask that you wait for 24 hours before looking for the title on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. We appreciate your patience!)
Buckle up, lawbreakers, this is going to be a hell of a ride.

Officer Mason Oakes is bored. Bored, bored, bored. He’s stuck on the side of the road in a speed trap that won’t catch any speeders in a million years. When he decides to have a little fun to pass the time, he doesn’t expect hot blonde Stacey Harris to speed past his radar.

He chases and stops her, only to be told by dispatch that this is her last strike before they take her license. Stacey will do ANYTHING to keep her car…

Stacey Harris from the bestselling ‘Sharing Stacey’ series makes an appearance in this new sizzling slice of erotica from JJ Collins. (Adults only! This tale contains graphic scenes suitable for mature audiences, including public sex, fellatio, and dirty talk.)

JJ returns with the beginning of a new series! Breakin’ the Law is on sale now at Smashwords! (As usual, we ask that you wait for 24 hours before looking for the title on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. We appreciate your patience!)

Buckle up, lawbreakers, this is going to be a hell of a ride.

Malcolm and his omega Adam return in the sequel to Howl, Collared.
Adam has come to accept the burden and responsibility of being the omega to an alpha were, but when another were threatens Malcolm’s supremacy, it’s up to Adam to prove that his master knows best.
Can Adam prove that he wears his collar with pride and save both his master’s reputation and his own life?
This story contains rough sex, whipping, violence, and a heavy dose of M/m BDSM. Be warned, because the sequel to Howl will leave you begging for more.

The newest book for JJ’s lineup is a sizzling return to the M/m werewolf genre. Can you keep up with the weres as they vie for dominance? Find out when you purchase Collared on Smashwords.
(As always, Kindle and Nook customers are asked to wait 24-48 for processing before the book will become available. JJ thanks you for your patience!)
Keep an eye on Twitter for updates when the stories go live, darlings!

Malcolm and his omega Adam return in the sequel to Howl, Collared.

Adam has come to accept the burden and responsibility of being the omega to an alpha were, but when another were threatens Malcolm’s supremacy, it’s up to Adam to prove that his master knows best.

Can Adam prove that he wears his collar with pride and save both his master’s reputation and his own life?

This story contains rough sex, whipping, violence, and a heavy dose of M/m BDSM. Be warned, because the sequel to Howl will leave you begging for more.

The newest book for JJ’s lineup is a sizzling return to the M/m werewolf genre. Can you keep up with the weres as they vie for dominance? Find out when you purchase Collared on Smashwords.

(As always, Kindle and Nook customers are asked to wait 24-48 for processing before the book will become available. JJ thanks you for your patience!)

Keep an eye on Twitter for updates when the stories go live, darlings!