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by Pepper North

  The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story

  Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8

  Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9

  Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10

  Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11

  Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12

  Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13

  Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14

  Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15

  Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16

  Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17

  Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18

  Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19

  Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20

  A Little Vacation South of the Border

  Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection

  Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22

  Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23

  Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection

  Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24

  Tales from Zoey’s Corner - ABC

  Steven: Dr. Richards’ Littles 25

  Sylvie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 26 (Coming Summer 2019)

  Tami Dr. Richards’ Littles 27

  SANCTUM

  Pepper North introduces you to an age play community that is isolated from the surrounding world. Here Littles can be Little, and Daddies can care for their Littles and keep them protected from the outside world.

  Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel

  Looking After Lindy: A SANCTUM Novel

  Protecting Priscilla: A SANCTUM Novel

  One Sweet Treat: A SANCTUM Novel

  The Keepers

  This series from Pepper North is a twist on contemporary age play romances. Here are the stories of humans cared for by specially selected Keepers of an alien race. These are science fiction novels that age play readers will love!

  The Keepers: Payi

  The Keepers: Pien

  The Keepers: Naja

  The Keepers Collection

  The Magic of Twelve

  The Magic of Twelve features the stories of twelve women transported on their 22nd birthday to a new life as the droblin (cherished Little one) of a Sorcerer of Bairn. These magic wielders have waited a long time to take complete care of their droblin’s needs. They will protect their precious one to their last drop of magic from a growing menace. Each novel is a complete story.

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet

  The Magic of Twelve: Marigold

  The Magic of Twelve: Hazel

  The Magic of Twelve: Sienna

  The Magic of Twelve: Pearl

  The Magic of Twelve: Violet, Marigold, Hazel

  The Magic of Twelve: Primrose

  The Magic of Twelve: Sky

  Other Titles

  Electrostatic Bonds

  About the Author

  Pepper North is an indie author whose erotic romances have won the hearts of many loyal readers. After publishing her first book, Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1 on Amazon in June 2017, she now has thirty-seven books available on Amazon in four series with one series widely available on Smashwords, Kobo, & Barnes and Noble She is one of Amazon’s Most Popular Erotic Authors, rising as high as 4th in the top 100 and is a PAN (Professional Authors Network) member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America). She credits her success to her amazing fans, the support of the writing community, and her dedication to writing.

  Excerpt from Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7

  Her high heeled shoes were beginning to wear blisters on her toes when Charlotte arrived at the keypad guarding the gate. She could see many cars in the parking lot. She was reassured that this looked like a prosperous business. Maybe there would be some possibility that her skills as a designer could be used. Charlotte rifled through her portfolio searching for the slip of paper where she had jotted down the code. “Oh, no!” Charlotte began to panic when she still couldn’t find it among the pages stored carefully in her portfolio. She remembered that it started with a 4, 5, 0, and one more number. She started trying different numbers without success.

  “Ahem,” said a stern voice behind her. “Do you need some help, miss?”

  Charlotte whirled around and teetered off her spike heels. “Snap.” Her right shoe heel broke under the stress. She raised her head to look at the man that had startled her. She took an involuntary step backward and almost fell when she stepped on the broken shoe. This man was huge. He loomed in front of her. She hadn’t even heard him approach.

  Benton moved quickly to wrap an arm around the tiny girl’s waist to prevent her imminent tumble to the concrete. “There is nothing to this child,” he thought as he steadied her on her feet. He stepped back when she seemed to have regained her balance and studied her from head to toe taking in the carefully pressed navy suit which had seen much better days. If he wasn’t mistaken, he would guess that it had recently hung on the racks of the local second-hand shop. She’d tried to spruce it up with a bright scarf and bright lipstick. But she still looked very young and very alone. Benton prided himself on his business skills and his ability to focus on the bottom line without compassion, but there was something about this waif that made him want to help her.

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I have an appointment for an interview at one. I was given the code, but it’s become lost in my portfolio. Do you work here? Could you let me in or call the store manager to let him know I’m here?” Charlotte asked blushing as she looked up to make eye contact with the huge mountain of a man. She had already lost the code, and now her shoe was broken. She wasn’t making a very good first impression. She would leave and try elsewhere, but she needed this job. Badly.

  Benton held out his hand and introduced himself, “You must be Charlotte Sanders. I’m Benton Gordon. This is my store. I hope I have the code to get in.” His brown eyes twinkled in merriment.

  “Yes,” Charlotte answered simply and then blushed again when she realized it sounded like she was commenting on whether he should have the code to his own store. “I mean, yes, I’m Charlotte Sanders. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Gordon.” Charlotte stepped forward to shake hands but forgot the broken heel, and the kind man caught her for the second time. “Sorry!” she mumbled in embarrassment. “They just don’t make shoes like they used to.” She really didn’t want him to know that her shoes were second or third hand from the thrift store’s discard pile. She’d colored them in with a blue marker, and they looked pretty good. They just were too worn out.

  “Let’s get you inside, and you can take a seat in my office, Charlotte. I have been looking forward to meeting you,” Benton pressed in his personal code and took Charlotte’s elbow to guide her inside and help her hobble on the broken heel. Once inside off the hot concrete, Benton commented wryly, “You are going to sprain your ankle walking on that broken shoe. Would you like to take your shoes off?” When Charlotte shook her head no in panic, he knew she was concerned by the unprofessional look of not wearing shoes. He picked her up before she could react and walked briskly into his office setting her in one of the plush chairs facing his desk.

  Waving off her protests, Benton simply said, “You are as light as a feather, Charlotte. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself. Who knows maybe you would have sued me?” Benton watched her face immediately crumple, and she began to sob.

  “How did he know?” Charlotte was so overwrought. Obviously, her former manager had spread his inaccurate story blaming her for the lawsuit even to this remote store.

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  Excerpt from The Keepers: Payi

  Marnie struggled to clear her head. She was cradled by warm, velvet covered steel. Opening her eyes, she saw a gigantic arm covered by short, purple fur gently holding her. She heard a shushing sound and saw a cylindrical object topped by a soft nipple approach her mouth. Even as she weakly moved h
er head away from the bottle, it was pressed firmly into her mouth, and she automatically began to suck the warm, sweet mixture. As she swallowed the delicious liquid, Marnie eyes closed in exhaustion. She’d look around later she decided. Now, she was so warm and comfortable. She felt a large hand gently rub up and down her back as she finished the bottle. Marnie felt herself slip back into a deep sleep as the nipple was withdrawn from her mouth.

  Oreg smiled at the small, human female cuddled in his arms. He’d trained many humans as companions for his species. All had been different. Each had come with their special challenges to being trained for their new lives. Only the luckiest of his species would ever be matched with a human. To be a Keeper was the dream of all Nrantians. Now, he had found the little human that was perfect for him. He would train her with extra care.

  When Oreg was sure the small female was sound asleep, he stood up cuddling her in his arms, walked to a wide dresser with a cushioned top and laid her carefully down. Stripping off the protective clothing that Marnie had worn in the stasis bed that had transported her to Nrantia. Oreg was delighted with little human’s delicate form. From her jet black long hair to her dainty toes, she was entrancing. Her breasts were high and small. The nipples clenched tightly from the cool air in the room as he watched. Her tummy was softly rounded, and he ruffled her curly, black pubic hair. Marnie shifted slightly on the dresser top at his touch. Oreg separated her white thighs. The contrast of his purple skin covered by soft, short fuzz against her pale, smooth flesh delighted Oreg. He stroked the inside of her thighs and as Marnie spread her legs by reflex. One of Oreg’s large hands with six fingers tenderly rubbed the moistening flesh, separating her labia, and revealing her delicate vagina topped the precious button of her desire. He stroked her inner labia and was delighted to hear Marnie moan softly. She was so responsive. He was a very lucky Keeper.

  Oreg forced himself to cease his intimate play. It was important that the little human had time to adjust to the difference in gravity and air pressure in her new home. Many became very ill during the transition. Oreg had discovered that if the humans were kept tranquilized and slept for the first three days to acclimate, their bodies would adjust to the new environment easily. The milk from the magriri plant would help his little human relax. To insure that she remained unconscious, he would need to medicate her carefully. Raising her legs toward her chest, Oreg held her legs firmly in his gentle grasp. Another arm reached to the shelf and withdrew a large red, cylindrical capsule from a medicine pouch filled to the top. Turning it, so the gently rounded end pointed toward her body, Oreg’s third and fourth hands spread her bottom cheeks widely so he could insert the capsule deep into her rectum. Marnie shifted restlessly on the table as he pushed it into her warm bottom. Oreg’s finger entered her anus and continued to press the tablet into the tight passage until he felt resistance. Steadily, he pressed the tablet against her inner sphincter until it popped through. “Perfect,” he thought as he held his finger inside her. She was so beautiful. With regret, Oreg gently withdrew his finger, and as he watched, the human’s muscles relaxed into a deeper sleep. The luryx medicine worked quickly but would need to be frequently reinserted.

  Oreg released the human’s bottom cheeks and picked up a quobon to wrap around her bottom. The padded quobon would absorb her liquid and solid waste. She would not like wearing one, Oreg knew. That would probably be the first challenge to her training. On her planet, only infants wore quobons. Here on Nrantia, all humans were lucky to be cared for as the precious treasures they were. Their Keepers were proud to take care of all their needs. She did not have a choice. The evacuation chambers the Nrantians used were too forceful. Soft, delicate human intestines were pulled from their bodies if they tried to use them. She would become accustomed to the quobon with time.

  Lifting her with two of his muscular arms, Oreg returned to the chair to sit in the deeply cushioned seat which began to smoothly slide in a sideways motion to help his new baby sleep deeply. Wrapped in Oreg’s four velvety arms, Marnie slept unaware that she was no longer on earth and that her whole life had changed. Oreg purposely kept Marnie asleep for four days preferring to wait an additional day to have his human awake as insurance that her body would have time to transition.

  At the end of the fourth day, he stopped inserting the luryx medicine into her tight bottom passage. He fixed a fresh bottle of magriri milk and rocked his precious female in the soothing chair. Looking at her dark hair and slight form, Oreg finally decided what to name his new human. From now on, she would be known as Payi named after the Nrantian animal with smooth skin and black markings. He began softly speaking to Payi urging her to open her beautiful, blue eyes. Oreg stroked her smooth back gently with a large hand over her gently rounded bottom wrapped in the green quobon. When he felt her begin to stir, he pressed the nipple to her lips and smiled when Payi begin to suck reflectively. Her deep blue eyes opened slowly and began to look around the room. The magriri milk served to relax her muscles and slow her return to full consciousness. Oreg was glad he had taken the step to dull her reactions when he suddenly saw her eyes widen as they landed on his hand dwarfing the bottle he held to her lips.

  Payi saw the purple hand and counted twice to be sure she didn't imagine the six fingers. Following the hand to a muscled forearm, bicep, and then massive shoulders, Payi counted again. There were two arms on one side. She shook her head and blinked her eyes. She had a dull headache. “What in the world had she done last night to be hallucinating?” Payi wondered. Her eyes slid across a bulky chest to another shoulder and, “Two more arms? How could this be?” She was cuddled against a hard, warm body was purple and slightly fuzzy like velvet. Payi lifted her eyes and looked at Oreg’s head. She began to struggle to get away from the firm grip that held her as she saw Oreg’s face. What was this thing that held her? Sure, the face looked vaguely human. Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth looked down at her. But the head was shaped almost like a rounded triangle. And it was all purple.

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