About
đź’‹ Hello, I'm Ruby Pink!
I love erotica but get frustrated that many feature shallow women with no agency. I write about smart, talented ladies who aren’t just props in male fantasies.
You can read all my short stories here for free, but if you enjoy them, please consider buying my books. It’s the best way to support my work and keep me writing!
Interests: Reading smut, Writing smut, Making out after reading and writing smut
Favorite Authors: Naughty Annie, Tamsyn Muir, Ruby Dixon, Patrick Rothfuss
Favorite Books: Gideon the Ninth, Ice Planet Barbarians, The Name of the Wind
Favorite Movies: Only Lovers Left Alive, Blue is the Warmest Color, Fury Road
Favorite TV Shows: Valeria, Letterkenny, Schitt's Creek
Favorite Music: Portishead, Thievery Corporation, Girl Talk
Zoya looked up from her book as Liam flopped onto the towel next to her. Despite Emma’s dismissiveness, he really had filled out nicely. Not as tall or broad as Nolan, granted, but Zoya wouldn’t kick him out of her bed. Her eyes roamed down past his chest...
Emma pretended to sleep, but every fiber of her being was alert for any sound or movement from Nolan. She wanted to heave a sigh, or toss and turn, but worried she’d spook him. The longer she waited, the more doubts filled her head. What if he knew she’d...
“Zee, will you put sunblock on me?” “Again?” Zoya glanced at Emma, lying on her front in the sun. “I did your back before we left the hotel room.” “It’s my Irish heritage. I have to keep reapplying, or I burn.” Zoya grabbed the bottle of sunblock from Emm...
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