5:30 AM. Breakfast. Lunch packed. Laundry. Dishes. Designs for women who get to leave the house. Dinner by six. Every. Single. Day. Liora Bennett used to be a name in fashion. Now she's a routine, one her wife built for her, brick by brick, disguised as love. Victoria Hale doesn't hit her. Victoria just needs to know where she is. Who's looking at her. Why she'd ever want to leave a house this beautiful, a life this provided for. Liora tells herself it's fine. She defends her wife even when no one's asking her to. Even after the night she almost lost their baby alone bleeding, terrified, driving herself to the hospital while Victoria slept two doors down and didn't wake up. She's still telling herself it's fine. Until Victoria's boss sees her across a crowded mall. Valentina Ashcroft doesn't smile. Doesn't laugh. Runs half the city and buries the other half when they get in her way. Nobody's ever seen her soften for anything. Until now. Liora built her whole life around staying small enough not to be noticed. She's about to find out what happens when the most dangerous woman in the city notices her anyway. Some cages are made of silk. They're still cages.

At Blackwood University, Professor Valentina Armstrong is known for being untouchable. Cold. Controlled. Impossible to read. Students fear her sharp tongue as much as they admire her brilliance, and Valentina intends to keep it that way. Distance is safer. Feelings complicate things. And after years of shutting the world out, she's convinced she no longer needs anyone. Then Isabelle Scott walks into her classroom. Isabelle is quiet in the way storms are quiet before they break. Living alone at university gave her an escape from the abusive home she left behind, but freedom doesn't erase trauma. Sleepless nights, panic attacks, and the constant weight of pretending she's okay follow her everywhere she goes. Valentina notices the things no one else does: the shaking hands, the exhaustion hidden behind sarcasm, the way Isabelle flinches when someone raises their voice. What begins as concern slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Late-night office hours turn into conversations neither of them can forget. Stolen glances become lingering touches. And somewhere between poetry discussions and shared silences, the walls around both of them begin to crack. But love was never supposed to happen here. Not between a professor who buried her heart years ago and a student still learning how to survive. Especially when the world would destroy them for it. ONLY IN HER HANDS is a dark, emotional WLW romance about healing, obsession, vulnerability, and two women trying to find safety in each other when neither of them knows how to be loved.

After four years studying journalism in California, she returns to New York - only to fall into bed with a stranger her second night back. The next morning, she walks into an interview at Farrow Publishing and discovers that same woman is Elowyn Farrow: her new boss's boss, part of the same tangled friend group, and the most dangerously magnetic person in her orbit. Elowyn is sharp, controlled, and always one step ahead - at work, in life, and in bed. Aurora refuses to submit, but resisting Elowyn becomes harder when they keep circling each other in meetings, parties, and the woman whose touch still burns on her skin. It's not just a workplace romance. It's a power struggle. And Aurora's about to find out what it costs to hold her ground.

Have you ever felt something for a person you shouldn't feel? Sunny knows the feeling too well, she got a new teacher in literature class. Miss Austin is stern, demanding and playful but she hides something that will shock everyone.

Mia has learned not to expect too much-from school, from home, or from the people around her. With a mother who drinks and a life that feels fragile at best, getting through the day is often all she can manage. When the new school year begins, Ms. Elmont becomes her mentor. She's calm, warm, and attentive in a way that feels different. She notices Mia's silences, her absences, the things she never says out loud. Sometimes, it feels as if Ms. Elmont understands her before Mia even understands herself. As Mia struggles to hold everything together, a quiet connection begins to form. Lingering looks. Conversations that last just a second too long. Feelings that blur the line between safety and longing. But some bonds aren't as new as they seem. And some feelings arrive long before they're allowed to exist.

I was called a prodigy-a genius. But I didn't truly understand genius until I met her. Esphyr Delaunay, you changed my life for the better... and I will follow you anywhere. Quick note that all the MLs focus on the MC. 3 of the MLs are half siblings, and there is no incest in the book. I'm just saying this because I don't want it brought up later on so don't read if you don't like.

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

🌸CURRENTLY UNDER EDITS🌸 Two professors. One university. One rivalry that has the entire campus buzzing. Professor Lilian Rose is calm, precise, brilliant, and practically untouchable. Professor Daisy Oliver is sharp, relentless, and impossible to outsmart. They argue over everything. Who is better. Who is right. Who gets the last word. But beneath every sarcastic remark and heated debate lies a tension neither of them wants to acknowledge. Lingering glances. Arguments that suddenly feel far too personal. Their academic rivalry is turning into something neither woman knows how to control. Because sometimes the person who irritates you the most is also the one who understands you best. Brains collide. Pride refuses to surrender. And the war between Lilian Rose and Daisy Oliver is only beginning.