Rowan Barlowe hated her job. It wasn't the people-it was the pay, and there was no way that she'd be able to save up for college while only being paid $12 an hour, as she had other expenses that she needed to spend her money on. In crashed Georgia West-well-more like one of Georgia's sons, when he fell off of a dirt bike while Rowan was working. When Georgia saw how well Rowan worked with kids while Rowan patched her son up, she offered her a babysitting job, a job that paid her more than she'd make in a month in a couple of hours. Over time, the two women bonded, and Rowan could feel herself falling for her. The problems were that: 1. Georgia's Married. With kids. 2. Rowan's ex wants her back 3. Did she mention that Georgia was married? Read and see if Rowan can win the woman over, or if she will always be considered 'The Babysitter' ***REVISED VERSION***

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

A Lesbian Romance : : : : "I really want to... I really want to please you." This close, I could feel her hot breath on my cock. When the proper warmth of her mouth curled around the tip, my chest heaved. She pulls away slightly, and I can feel my pre-ejaculation trickling out. She slid it back in, this time a little deeper. My fists clamped in my thighs as I fight the beast. But as she sucked harder and sank deeper, I couldn't help but grab her throat with one hand and use the other to clutch the back of her neck for anchor, driving my hips forward till my cock went deeper into her throat and she choked. Her stunned expression as she looked up at me. I could feel her lips tightening around the base, but it didn't stop me from burrowing deeper and causing a blockage. When I see her eyes watering and her hands holding my waist, joy floods my body.

A short Romance Novel : : : : "Just being yourself is special enough." I muttered, her lips touched mine, I sighed, and I pulled her closer. I want to repeat that forgettable night, but this time I'll remember. I began tearing at her suit, my lips enticing hers. My fingers then moved down to her belt, where I began twisting it, attempting to undo. Even though we were in the center of the hall, I was confident that nobody would dare barge in between us. My fingers had successfully undone her belt. I was able to feel her cock. I moaned as my flesh heated up from wanting her. But she gradually began to back away....

(GxG) I wrapped my arm around the small of her waist and went to her ear. I then gently rubbed her side and whispered, "Later on tonight when you're laying in bed after you've downed your seventh glass of wine I want you to think of me." "W-why." She said nervously. I blew down her neck. "Because when your body is warm and your face is flushed and you have nothing to do but stare at the ceiling...I want my face to be on your mind when you reach for that bottom drawer on your night stand." I gently pressed my head against hers. "And when you close your eyes and arch your back against that warm vibration, as you explode into that world of pleasure, just know I'm in another place wishing you the happiest of birthdays." I said lowly. I stepped away and there was a deafening silence from her. "See you tomorrow Liv." I winked with a smile. Her eyes were glazed over as she looked at me. She was weak in the knees. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| Talia Love is a young prospecting teacher who finds herself struggling with the responsibility of being a full time mother and living up to the expectations she's expected of. With her name bringing her notoriety in her field she finds it stressful being her true self in most situations. This becomes difficult upon meeting the beautiful teacher whom she'd be shadowing for her internship. Will Talia resist her urges or will the introduction of this love interest help her find herself at the risk of her job. |~| Olivia Thompson is a stellar teacher whom, despite the perfect exterior, finds herself trapped in terrible relationships. She years to be a mother but cannot and cannot find a partner to settle down with. Her view on relationships and kids become a reality upon meeting her new shadow but her current relationship and job title are difficult obstacles to jump over. Along with that, will the history between the two be another problem in the relationship. Read to Find Out!

"Why are you watching me?" There was a grogginess in her tone that I found extremely alluring. I shouldn't be finding it alluring, I should be maintaining my professional position. "It's funny watching you try and stay awake," my eyes glanced over at her before returning to the road. I took an exit that led to my apartment. "Where are you taking me?" She sat up in the leather seat and watched as we came to a stop light. I hesitated, not even sure with myself if I really wanted to bring my seventeen year old student into my apartment. "I, Uh, figured I'd just let you crash at my apartment, considering all that's happened tonight." Her eyebrows furrowed together, "Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"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

A dangerous game of cat and mouse slowly turns into a romance no one saw coming. *** Brooke is a new student in a small town, her grades are phenomenal, and her attitude is even better. This catches the attention however of a wealthy woman many fear because of her mean nature. Her attempts to woe the strange girl is never ending as she does questionable things to get what she wants. Even so they find comfort in each other while others try everything to keep them apart.

• Fortuitous; happening by accident or chance rather than design. • Saylor gets a job offer in her hometown, which she gladly accepts. She misses her hometown, her family, and especially her best friend, Hadley... but what will happen when Hadley's sister, Emerson, also moves back to town? • The two may discover they have more in common than they ever thought possible as well as be forced to process some underlying feelings they thought they buried.