"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Vyra, an outcast within her pack is thrown into chaos when she is revealed to be the Alpha's mate. Tantalize: Threads of Silver Series *** Vyra Lupine is a pariah in her Lycan pack. Both a hybrid and an Outcast, she has had her fair share of struggles. Nothing compares to the night of the Alpha's mating ritual, when the reveal of Seren Umbra's mate changes the course of her life forever. Bound by magic and tradition, Vyra finds herself stuck in a battle she will undeniably lose. Forced to face the truth of her family's betrayal, a tangled web of deceit, and the bond's temptation, she must fight and claw her way into power after years of being suppressed. Will she choose what feels like love and accept the bond? Or will she choose vengeance and take back what is rightfully hers?

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

... Maisie Lucumi has lived her nineteen years quietly. Her world has always been composed of routine, polite smiles, and carefully monitored expectations. She never longed for more - never dared to - until the day her future was arranged without her consent. Soren Santil's life has always belonged to everyone else. As the only son in a house full of sisters, the golden boy of English football, and the pride of his family, responsibility has followed him everywhere. So when Italy calls, he answers - unaware that his transfer comes with far more than a contract. Despite being strangers bound by an agreement neither fully understands, Soren and Maisie find themselves orbiting each other in a house filled with tension and silence. But it doesn't take long to realize that some arrangements aren't built for happiness. And sometimes, the quietest hearts carry the loudest storms.

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

Naomi Housner is America's newest First Lady-polished, composed, untouchable. Behind the cameras, she's trapped in a marriage that's been breaking her for years. When the cracks start showing through her perfect poker face, Naomi does the one thing she's never been allowed to do: ask for help. One "private session" turns into a secret she can't afford to keep... because her therapist is Grant Lennox-Washington's most discreet, most in-demand inner-circle doctor. He's trained to listen. She's trained to lie. And in a world where reputations are currency, the truth could ruin a presidency and the kind of love that was never supposed to exist.

Six years ago, Blanchard Collins packed her bags, boarded a bus to Houston, and never looked back. She left behind her abusive father, the town that never forgave her for speaking her mind, and Rueben Bailey, the boy who broke her heart the night before they were supposed to run away together. Now twenty-four, Blanchard returns home with her five-year-old daughter, Willow, and a dying mother who's asked for one final thing-her presence. But coming home means facing the ghosts she thought she'd buried, including the man she's never truly stopped loving. Rueben "Benny" Bailey did what his family expected. Stayed, took over the farm, and proposed to the girl everyone said was right for him. But when Blanchard walks back into church with a little girl who looks just like him, everything he's built starts to fall apart.

BLACK WOMAN X WHITE MAN/ASIAN MAN "You want to play games? Fine. But we play them my way." Camila Quinn built her life on discipline. A pre-med student with a flawless GPA, meticulous routines, and a future mapped years in advance, she believes in control-in earning what she wants and keeping drama at arm's length. Even her relationship with Alex Walker, the star quarterback she's been with since high school, fits neatly into that plan. Until it doesn't. College changed him. The attention, the ego, the entitlement that comes with being untouchable. Slowly, the respect fades. The excuses stack up. The silences grow louder. And eventually, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Alex was unfaithful. He never says it outright, but the disrespect is evident. Camila tries to let go. Tries to be the bigger person. But heartbreak curdles into something sharper when she realizes how little he seems to care. One disrespect for another. Anger takes root. And then there's Leo Brooks. Alex's former best friend. His unresolved rivalry. A transfer student with his own reputation, his own edge, and a very clear reason to hate Alex just as much as she does. Leo keeps appearing-everywhere. Unintentional of course, but; That's when the idea forms. What starts as strategy quickly turns dangerous. Because Leo isn't a pawn, and Camila isn't as unaffected as she pretends to be. The more they blur the lines between revenge and desire, the harder it becomes to tell what's real-and who's going to get hurt in the process.