Sienna is a senior in law school, struggling with classes and working part-time as a barista to get by. One slow afternoon at the bar a woman walks in, confident, captivating, and impossible to ignore. There's instant chemistry. One thing leads to another, and they end up tangled together in the bathroom, no names exchanged, no expectations. Sienna figured that would be the end of it, it was just one reckless moment, after all. But then the semester starts. And that same woman walks into her classroom...Not as a classmate. As her new professor.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

There are rules in Vale's classroom. Olivia's about to break every single one.

She just wanted one night of reckless thrill. She got a collar, an unforgettable night... and a professor. Pixie Rivera is 19, restless, and radiating rebellion. A night out with friends ends in a velvet-drenched structure - a secret BDSM club cloaked in shadows and power. That's where she meets her. Valencia Caldwell commands a room with a look. Sophisticated, dangerous, magnetic. A Domme with rules and red lips, who chooses Pixie like fate itself whispered her name. But the high shatters the next morning, when Pixie walks into her first college class - and sees Valencia behind the desk. Ms. Caldwell.

ON HOLD!!! Anastasia Langford is determined to leave her reckless party days behind and rebuild her life with purpose. But her resolve is tested when she meets Cecilia Sinclair - her cold, intriguing psychology professor. Anastasia finds her self stuck in a dangerous game where lust and love collide.

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

"You're an Assassin, I'm an FBI Agent. We can't be together, we're like Oil and Water. We simply don't mix." The smaller woman looked at her with glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks, her eyes were blazing as she spoke: "your lips didn't seem to think that a few moments ago." ------------------------ A story in which two women fall for each other, neither of them knowing what the other is. A story of Vulnerability, Fate and Love. A modern day Forbidden Love Story. All Rights Reserved. 2020. #1 womanxwoman (January 2021) #1 lesbian romance (August 2020) #2 girlxgirl (September 2020)

I chuckled, as I stood face to face with a killer. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "well i'd say we had a pretty fun time together wouldn't you say?"... -------------------------

"Kiss me." "I think I'll pass." Before I could say anything else, her hands grabbed my hips and slammed my back against the wall. And her lips found mine. ------------------------------ When Jo Anderson stumbles into a secret Mafia meeting in one of New York's many bars, she quickly discovers there is something special about the establishment, Stella Nera. When she is cornered by none other than the Mafia Lord himself, Jo is forced to make a deal. Do the Mafia a favor, and in exchange, don't die. The Mafia Lord gives her 48 hours to complete the request: rescuing the gang's most trusted spy from a rival crime boss. If Jo can rescue her, she gets to make it through the weekend. Just in time for school on Monday. #1 crimefiction 2/15/22

Love was a term coined by the movement for equality beginning in the 1960's. Love was something that Rebecca Hayes never thought she would find. A young, introverted college graduate, Rebecca is commission to be a French tutor to the youngest children of the wealthy Donnelley family. In the summer of 1964, Rebecca is uprooted from her quiet life in the suburbs of New Orleans and settles in with the Donnelleys in Los Angeles, California. During this internment, Rebecca finds experience. She finds friends. She finds purpose. What she did not expect to find, was love. And the last place she ever thought she would find it was in the eldest Donnelley daughter, Joanne. Now an old woman, Rebecca recounts the passionate love affair that is still just as picturesque as it was 59 years ago, during a time when this kind of love was considered something entirely opposite.