Heather Kinnane
Bio
Author of bite-sized steamy romance and erotica. She/Her. For longer works check out my website: http:heatherkinnane.com/books. And if you like my work, buy me a coffee and help fuel the stories: https://ko-fi.com/heatherkinnane
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Meeting her Neighbour's Needs
Danica watched as Colson lugged his kid's paraphenalia from the car to the house. Loaded with a pram, nappy bag, and assorted kids toys and clothes and books, and trying to usher the children ahead of him to the house, he looked like he was at breaking point.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Billionaire Dream
It was the opportunity of a lifetime for one lucky man, a year long mentorship with billionaire Lucy Stockholme. There were plenty of attractive young men gathered for the event, an evening of presentations, where each applicant was able to present their business ideas in the hope that Lucy would not only mentor them, but also provide a significant grant towards achieving their dream.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
What does it mean to be Demisexual?
In fact, I'm certain I'm demisexual, but I have this weird thing where I feel like I can't claim a label unless someone else confirms it, and so far the few people I've shared this notion with have basically just thought I was weird (which I am, but that's beside the point). I write about sex, after all. How can I be demi-sexual if I'm writing about sex all the time?
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Pride
A Night with a Supernatural Call-Guy
Ally was in heaven. It was the first time she’d been with a Supernatural Call Creature. She’d had doubts about it, then consented to the session only because her best friend assured her she’d never experience anything like it anywhere else, and had paid for the evening.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
One Night Stand Behind Her Husband's Back
Arlo was gorgeous. Luna had always thought so. And it wasn’t just his physical appearance; his slim build, blue eyes or roguish smile, it was the way he treated other people, like everyone around him was special, and important.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Summoning Her Perfect Man
There it was, the hill with the white horse. The tall grass swished against her skirt as she strode up the hill, following along the back of the horse until she got to its head. It felt wrong walking across its face, and even worse to stand on its eye, but Bethany was desperate.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
