"𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩," 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝. "𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝. "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

Olive Martin had always been a hurricane in a world too small for her. A girl with a million shattered pieces of herself scattered at every corner of her existence. You could see it in her eyes, cold pools that swallowed everything until a dark cold bitterness was all that existed. Nikole Darcelle was a woman who knew power, she had conquered every empire. Yet love? That was the only luxury she couldn't afford, not when the whole world bent to her will with every whispered command. Her insatiable need for control would lead her into a collision course with a small force more volatile than anything she'd ever encountered. Both were disasters in their own, but together? They would either destroy each-other or ignite something much darker than either anticipated.

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

Sequel Out Now "In Control" ________________________________________ Moving to New York city is a big thing for anyone... anyone besides Amilia. She moved to run from her past, laying low and working at her job for the past year. The only problem is she's never met her boss till the yearly meeting came up. Finally meeting the woman she intruded on why such a powerful woman would say hidden. Little does she know, her boss happens to be not only the CEO of one of the biggest company's she happens to be the biggest crime lord in New York. Finding an interest in the mysterious woman she chooses to digdeeper and get herself into more trouble than before. ________________________ (Completed) #1 in Lesbian (12/22) #4 in Intersex (12/22) #3 in GP (12/22) #3 in GL (12/22) -Smut -Abuse -Crime -Intersex/GP -Mafia

As Manhattan's most feared criminal defense attorney, Valentina Pierce doesn't lose-cases, control, or composure. Her life is built on unbreakable rules and airtight boundaries, all designed to keep her one step ahead of chaos. Then Emery Vale walks into her office. The brilliant and scandal-shrouded tech CEO is facing a federal indictment that could destroy her empire. She's arrogant, reckless, and entirely too comfortable breaking rules. Valentina knows better than to get close-but Emery makes resistance feel like weakness. What starts as strategy meetings and legal briefs turns into late nights, charged glances, and a battle of wills neither woman is prepared to lose. Valentina is used to dominating the courtroom-but with Emery, every glance is a dare, every touch a negotiation. -RANKINGS- 🥇#1 in #girlxgirlbook 🥇#1 in #lesbianbook 🥇#1 in #womanxwoman 🥇 #1 in #loveislove 🥇 #1 in #client

𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓. 𝑼𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 - 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 - 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔. 🥇#1 writing 🥇#1 Sapphic 🥇#1 syndicate 🥇#1 girlongirl 🥇#1 gxgbooks

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭: "𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in wlw

Carina is a 29-year-old mafia boss, feared for her cold heart and sharp tongue. She runs her world with strict rules and zero tolerance for mistakes. But under all that power and ruthlessness hides a fiercely loyal woman-if you're lucky enough to get past her walls. Julie, 19, is just starting college after years of traveling and homeschooling. She's bright, kind, and full of hope, even if she's a little behind everyone else. Her positivity lights up every room-even rooms that should stay dark. When Julie and Carina's paths cross under the worst circumstances, their worlds crash together. Carina's tough, guarded nature clashes with Julie's warmth and stubborn spark. But as they're pulled deeper into each other's lives, tension turns into something neither of them expected. ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ #5 - Lesbian #2 - Mafia #4 - gxg #2 - Gayaf #9 - Slowburn #2 - Lesbian Romance #1 - wlwbook #2 - Dark Romance #1 - Lesbian Book First part of the book needs some editing..

Death, Pain, Despair. Where is Love? It's in Misfortune -- Willow Hudson, the princess of witches used to spend all of her time playing with the hearts of fragile women. After she was done toying with them, she'd throw them away like garbage, never taking the time to appreciate them. She thought she'd spend the rest of her life like that.. until she met her mate. Gaia, the one whom humans referred to as "mother earth," who also happened to be the all knowing being, and a creature who was more powerful than queens was revealed to be the mate of the esteemed princess. Now, instead of throwing women away, Willow was the one being thrown away as Gaia was always busy, even for her own mate. But why.. why in the world was Gaia so busy? Perhaps it was for her to finally find the missing piece. Her desperation to find it and complete her life clouded her every thought. She found the first one, but where is the other? "Not one, but two, Only the best for you. For she is no ordinary creature, She is Gaia, our mother nature." Highest ranking; #54 in demon 1/22/25 #278 in fiction 7/18/24 #13 in gxg 5/22/24 #1 in gaia 6/4/24 #2 in polyamory 7/2/24 #91 in supernatural 10/15/25 #5 in queens 10/12/24 #234 in lesbian 11/22/24 #68 in lgbtpride 01/7/25 #260 in witch 01/17/25 -- [A/N] This is an extension story to Three Queens and Fallen Queen but may be read as a stand alone book. [GXGXG]