Keeping It In
He keeps her close while he works, in his lap and very still, and he calls her his good girl the whole time. Keeping It In is a series of standalone cockwarming romances with possessive heroes who fall first, a lot of praise, and a pregnancy happy ending. All Piper Kane books are free in Kindle Unlimited.
Warm for Him
She said it loud enough for the whole bar to hear. He was standing right behind her.
Wren Holloway doesn’t embarrass easily.
She does, however, occasionally say things she shouldn’t to strangers in bars — especially after a brutal interview day and one drink too many. What she did not account for: the man she was loudly discussing turning out to be her new boss.
Julian Cross is six-two, thirty-eight, and runs a tech empire from a glass office on the forty-second floor. He’s composed in a way that feels slightly inhuman, cold to everyone in the building, and apparently amused by her. He told her on day one that the position had unique requirements. That his previous assistant hadn’t been able to handle them.
By Wednesday, Wren understands exactly what that means.
She should leave. That would be the sensible choice. Instead she finds herself staying perfectly still in Julian’s office while he runs his empire and keeps her exactly where he wants her — closer than any professional arrangement should allow.
He calls her his good girl. He learns everything about her. He tells her she’s extraordinary like it’s a fact he’s been tracking since the moment she walked in.
He has absolutely no intention of letting her go.
Tropes: boss/employee · forbidden workplace · forced proximity · instalove · size difference · age gap · praise kink · he knew first · billionaire hero · warming kink · pregnancy HEA
Stay Inside Me
She patched him up. He decided that made her his.
Cora has been an ER doctor for eleven years. She knows how to read a body — damage, threat level, pain tolerance. The man who walks through her trauma bay at two in the morning has three bullet wounds and gray eyes that sweep every exit in two seconds. He sits on the table like a man who has decided, for reasons of his own, to cooperate. He gives her his name. He gives her nothing else.
Konstantin Volkov. Six-foot-four. Two hundred and twenty pounds of a man built by violence.
He comes back the next day. Not bleeding. Just there.
By the end of the week Cora understands what she is to him. By the end of the month, she understands that Konstantin doesn’t believe in distance — he believes in closeness, in keeping her exactly where he can reach her, in running his empire from a conference table while she stays precisely, perfectly still beside him.
The brotherhood meets on Thursdays. There are six men in the room. None of them ask questions. Konstantin’s hand is on her thigh and his voice never changes once.
Good girl. Don’t move. You’re extraordinary.
He has no intention of ever letting her go.
Tropes: dark instalove · criminal hero / doctor heroine · he keeps her close · praise kink · organized crime · age gap · size difference · he fell instantly · warming kink · pregnancy HEA
Don’t Pull Out
He runs the MC with two things: control and silence. She’s become the exception to both.
Liv walks into the wrong bar on the wrong night. The man behind the bar watches her the way a man watches a decision he’s already made.
Reaper is the Iron Saints president. He doesn’t explain himself and he doesn’t make mistakes. He looks at Liv Castillo once and decides she’s staying. By week two she’s at the church table — the only woman who has ever sat in that room.
He keeps her in his lap through the long Thursday calls. His voice doesn’t change. His hand doesn’t move from her. She stays still, and he says good girl like she’s the only person in his world who gets that from him.
She is.
Somewhere in the middle of it she stops trying to figure out how she ended up here.
His hand is on her. That’s enough.
Tropes: MC / biker romance · dark instalove · praise kink · he keeps her close · possessive alpha · criminal danger · he fell instantly · size difference · warming kink · pregnancy HEA
Stay Right There
He sent her away at nineteen. He has waited three years. His daughter doesn’t know yet.
The summer Sage was nineteen, her best friend’s father set his hand on the back of her neck at the dock and let her stay there. Three nights and nothing else — and on the fourth morning he told her she was too young, and meant it, and sent her home.
She’s not too young anymore.
Vincent Maro is forty-six, divorced, and the most controlled man Sage has ever been near. He’s spent three years pretending he doesn’t know exactly when she turned twenty-two. Now his daughter’s in Chicago for the summer, Sage is back at the lake house, and the thing he sent away is sitting on the edge of his desk at midnight, done waiting.
He doesn’t make her ask twice.
He keeps her in his lap while he works — still, quiet, his hand spread flat on her, good girl in the same low voice from the dock. He won’t be rushed and he won’t let go, and every time she shifts he tells her the same thing: stay right there.
It was supposed to be a summer secret.
Then his daughter’s car comes up the drive a week early.
Tropes: best friend’s dad · age gap (24 years) · older divorced hero · younger curvy heroine · he’s been waiting · praise kink · lake house instalove · daughter discovers them · warming kink · breeding talk · pregnancy HEA
Full of Him
He handled her problem overnight. Then he locked the bakery door.
He’s been my 6 AM regular for three months. Black coffee, blueberry muffin, corner table. He never smiles and I put a smiley face on every cup anyway because I am who I am.
Someone was threatening my bakery. I mentioned it to my regular the way you say things into the dark — not expecting an answer. He wasn’t there the next morning. Or the next. The messages stopped.
On the third morning he was back at the corner table. “It’s handled.” Like that was nothing.
Then he locked the front door, walked into my kitchen, and his phone rang while I was still on the prep counter. He took the call without pulling out. I have since revised several assumptions I had about the word handled.
Full of Him is a warming romance — a hitman who handles things and a baker who feeds everyone except herself. Explicit throughout. Standalone with full HEA and pregnancy epilogue.
Tropes: warming kink · hitman hero · age gap · praise kink · protective obsession · he fell first · breeding dialogue · pregnancy HEA
Sitting Pretty
She disputed his grade. He disputed her ability to form an argument while full of him.
I came to office hours to dispute a grade. My argument was correct. I had the citations, the precedent, and a rebuttal for every counter he could make. I walked around his desk to show him the page and he kissed me mid-sentence.
I kissed him back.
Afterward he pulled me into his lap and said: “If you can’t hold your argument while full of me, it’s not a strong argument.” He kept grading. I warmed him for thirty minutes. My arguments have not gotten worse.
I’m defending my dissertation in two months. Professor Frost has been with me through three faculty meetings, a department holiday party, and the first draft of my conclusion chapter, which he edited over my shoulder while I was still in his lap. It’s the best thing I have ever written.
Sitting Pretty is a warming romance with a literature professor who worships her mind as thoroughly as her body and a PhD candidate who stopped losing arguments for entirely different reasons. Age gap, academic forbidden, and a pregnancy HEA.
Tropes: warming kink · professor/student · age gap · forbidden (academic) · intellectual worship · praise kink · he fell first · semi-public warming · breeding dialogue · pregnancy HEA
Snug Fit
I showed up to the job site with seventeen structural objections and one very clear rule: I do not fraternize with contractors.
Beck Rawlins broke that rule by existing. Six-foot-five, hands like he actually uses them, and an infuriating habit of being right about my own blueprints. Our firms are sharing the lot. Our trailers are ten feet apart. And he looks at me across a stack of soil reports like the whole project’s already decided and I’m just the one still arguing.
By week two, I’ve lost the argument about fraternizing.
By week four, I’ve lost most of my objections — and the ability to sit still in his lap during a conference call without anyone on the other end finding out exactly what’s keeping me so quiet.
Because that’s Beck’s rule now. Keep him warm while he works. Inspections, budget calls, drainage plans, doesn’t matter. He gets me settled, seated, full, and goes right back to talking steel tonnage like there isn’t a countdown running through both of us the entire time.
I’m an architect. I like a good fit.
Turns out I like this one best.
Snug Fit is a steamy, size-difference workplace romance — rivals-to-lovers on a shared job site, a big grumpy developer who doesn’t do subtle, an architect who never backs down from a structural argument, and a “keep me warm while I work” kink that turns every meeting into a countdown. Standalone with full HEA.
Sit Tight
I was sent to Station 9 to find out which firefighters were getting people killed.
A string of suspicious fires. Slow response times. An anonymous tip and a fire marshal who wants a name by the end of the month—preferably one from Captain Rhett Connolly’s house.
Rhett is six-foot-four of stubborn, the kind of captain his crew would follow into anything, and he does not want some investigator poking at his people. We argue for four days. On the fifth, he has me up against his desk while the station sleeps—and when the bell drops mid-shift and he has to go, he holds me right where I am, says sit tight, I’ll be right back, and walks into the dark.
Here’s the problem. The fires are set. I can prove it. And the proof points straight at a man who used to wear the uniform—someone burning the city to frame the captain who washed him out.
If I tell the truth, I torch my own career. If I tell the easy lie, good people take the fall.
I’ve spent my whole life walking toward the fire. This time I’m not walking away from what’s on the other side of it.
Sit Tight is a steamy, blue-collar firefighter instalove standalone with a big protective grumpy captain, a sharp investigator who can’t be bought, a real catch-the-arsonist mystery, size difference, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. He falls first—and he always comes back.
No Vacancy
He told her no while the road was closed. The road opened Thursday.
I take pictures of places people want to go. I have never once wanted to stay in any of them.
Then my car dies in a storm on a coast road with no name, and I walk two miles in the rain to the only light still burning.
The Cormorant has twelve rooms. Eleven are closed for the season, the twelfth is torn open to the studs, and the last heated space in the building belongs to the man behind the desk. He’s tall and quiet and built like the weather he lives in, and he gives me his bed, and he takes the couch, and he is relentlessly, immovably decent about it.
Then the storm takes the road out and I’m not going anywhere for four days.
Four days of one warm room. His shirts, because everything I own is wet. His soap, because it’s the only soap. A staircase too narrow for two people and a man who goes very still every single time I have to squeeze past him.
I ask him why he hasn’t touched me. Elias Thorne looks me in the eye and says: you can’t leave, and that’s not a situation where a man gets to find out what you’d say.
So we wait. Both of us, awake in the dark, eight feet apart.
The road opened this morning.
He came upstairs to tell me himself — and I already know what I’m going to say, because I have spent seventeen countries getting very good at leaving, and for the first time in my life I have found a room I don’t want to walk out of. He says there’s no vacancy left in him. That every empty space he had is already full of me.
There’s a developer circling the point, and a light on the headland worth saving, and a plane with my name on it in nine days.
I’ve never fought for a place before.
I’m going to fight for this one.
No Vacancy is a stranded, snowed-in-style forced-proximity instalove standalone — a reclusive hotelier who hasn’t let anyone in for three years, a wanderer who’s never had an address, one bed, one heated room, and a hero who falls first and won’t let go. Explicit, open door, full HEA.