"You stand in front of that class and call me Mr. Kozlov like I didn't used to fall asleep with your fingers in my hair, baby. Like I don't have eight years of your handwriting memorized on my own skin. You think a desk between us is a wall. It's not. It's a countdown. Grade my papers, professor. Take attendance. Pretend you don't feel me watching you the way I used to watch the door of that church, waiting for you to walk through it. I let the whole world believe I died for you once. I will let this entire academy burn to the ground before I let you convince yourself I'm your student and nothing else. So go on. Write my name in red ink at the top of the page. I'll take every single failing grade you hand me - as long as it's your hand that's shaking when you write it, baby." - Alexei Kozlov To St. Jude's Academy, Alexei Kozlov is exactly what he looks like - golden, reckless, criminally charming, the heir every parent warns their daughter about. To Professor Christina George, he's a ghost sitting in the front row of her first lecture. She built an entire life on the other side of grief, on a promise she swore she'd keep no matter what it cost her. He built an entire life on the other side of a grave, on a devotion that never once asked permission to stop. Some things don't stay buried. Some love doesn't know how to end just because everyone agreed it should. And some students don't take no for an answer - not from their professor, not from the world, not from eight years of silence they never chose. She has one job: survive the semester without letting him find out she never stopped loving him. He has one goal: make her say his real name - the one only she ever used - before the term ends. Every rule at St. Jude's exists to be broken by somebody. Alexei Kozlov has simply decided the rule in question is going to be her. __ "TEACH ME" is Book One of the "ME" Series.(A standalone book)

In the small town of Galetown, there's an old legend everyone knows. They say when you meet your soulmate, all it takes is one look in their eyes to know. Daisy: I never believed in instalove or soulmates. After spending my life always being there for everyone else, I've learned not to expect anyone to be there for me. Starting over in Galetown as a vet receptionist is supposed to be a fresh start. Turns out, I got a lot more than I was expecting. K-9: I'm the VP of the Savage Sinners MC. I've spent years rescuing dogs and keeping everyone at a distance. I never expected to find the one thing I secretly hoped the town's legend was true about. Now I've just got to hold on and never let her go. One sick dog brings them together and one look changes everything. Suddenly, neither of them can deny that maybe some legends are true. Welcome back to Galetown! This story is for mature readers ONLY. 18+.

If someone offers to pay off your student loans in exchange for signing a non-disclosure agreement and moving into the middle of nowhere, you should probably ask more questions. I didn't. I was a broke grad student desperate for a lifeline, and the contract offered by the elusive billionaire was too good to pass up. My job was simple: live in a sprawling, heavily fortified glass mansion in the mountains, teach his eight-year-old daughter French and mathematics, and never, ever go into the West Wing of the house. I thought my new boss was just an eccentric, reclusive tech genius. He is devastatingly handsome, entirely silent, and moves through the mansion like a predatory ghost. He watches me with cold, pale eyes that make my pulse race for all the wrong reasons, but he is a devoted father, and the paychecks clear every week. I thought I was safe in his snowbound sanctuary. Until the night I accidentally wake up, walk into the wrong room, and see my quiet, eccentric boss standing over a man bleeding out on a plastic tarp, holding a suppressed pistol with the casual grace of a reaper. He isn't a tech genius. He is the head of the most ruthless Russo-American syndicate on the continent, and I have just seen exactly what he does in the dark. I know too much. I am a liability. I should be dead. But as the Don of the syndicate wipes the blood from his hands and locks the heavy steel doors of the mansion, trapping me inside with him, I realize that dying might have been the easier option. Because he doesn't want to silence me. He wants to keep me.

Briar Viola Bennett, the sweet, quiet, gentle, soft, college student that has an enhancement only of innocence, though there is lots going on inside of this sweet girl's head that she won't let anyone see through. She does it all really, she pays her sick mother's hospital bills, works 5-9 at a coffee house on campus, paints and draws whatever details she saw in a rock, but it all forms together and makes sense to why the girl never gives her the time for herself and always putting herself last. As long as her mom dies happy, any person she talks to doesn't seem like they hate her, and the couple in her recent romance book she's reading doesn't turn tragic, Briar doesn't see the wrong in putting herself last. Until a few of those needs in her life take a turn and she's left with the only option of her enemy's presence. Nate Wesley Grey, the quarterback star for University of Michigan, also well known as the star in hookups, as well as parties, oh and let's not forget the campus whore who likes to leave his marks. But what people don't know is that Nate also has lots going on inside of his own head that he won't let people see through. A tragedy that had occurred the past year during a game that no one can seem to forget, especially Nate Grey. Now coming back to another season of football it's all Nate thinks about. Nate struggles with grievance and loyalty through the season which ruins his career and picture for what the NFL had in mind for him. Nate tries to get himself together and throw all the new bad habits he has created for himself away, but he couldn't do it without the help of an enemy he's had in mind for a while. In which he becomes obsessed with through the process. The only question is, what is the two's secrets that are ruining their lives that they have to turn to each other for? You might know their's but the population at The University of Michigan mustn't for the both of them. And what will happen between the two?

He's the NHL's most disciplined defenseman. But when it comes to her, he's lost all control. - Sophie is just trying to survive a Chicago winter, a heavy course load, and a part-time job at a coffee shop. She's used to being invisible, until one snowy night, a massive stranger steps out of the shadows to save her from a persistent threat. - Ronan is known as "The Anchor" on the ice-quiet, immovable, and lethal. The moment he lays eyes on the soft, guarded barista, his world stops. He doesn't just want to date her; he needs to own the air she breathes. To Sophie, Ronan is a dream come true-a charming, protective protector who makes her feel safe for the first time in years. She doesn't know that his "accidental" appearances aren't coincidences. She doesn't know that while she sleeps, he's watching her through a digital tether she didn't know she signed up for. In Ronan's world, there are no accidents, only game plans. And his plan is simple: Keep her safe. Keep her close. Keep her forever. This is a Dark Hockey Romance featuring a quietly obsessive MMC, a "Little Mouse" FMC, and a love so consuming, it blurs the line between protection and possession.

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

Joelle Jordan is trying to survive a pregnancy she didn't plan for. Bryce Valentine is trying to secure his place in the NFL. He's not just a future franchise quarterback and one of the most watched athletes in the country. Now, he's also an expectant father. Joelle thought telling Bryce she was pregnant would be the hardest part. Wrong. Because the moment Bryce actually finds out she's carrying his child, he changes. The emotionally repressed, touch-starved boy who could barely leave her alone last semester somehow evolves into something excessive. More devoted. More protective. More possessive. More obsessed. She's not just Joelle to him anymore. She's the mother of his child. While Joelle tries to navigate pregnancy, university, their engagement, and an increasingly public life she never asked for, Bryce throws himself headfirst into securing their future. The NFL. The endorsements. The expectations. The schedules. The wedding. The pressure. He pushes himself harder than ever because suddenly making it to the NFL isn't only about football anymore. It's about creating the perfect life for his new family. The one he's always wanted. And while Bryce Valentine is determined to give Joelle and their child everything... Joelle is not allowed out of his sight.

Some people fall in love at first sight. Blake Montrose practically declared it a full-time hobby. Rowan: Moving to a new town, a new state, was never part of my plan. Neither was living with my mom's new boyfriend and his nephew, let alone starting over at a new school and becoming the newest member of Blake Montrose's chaotic friend group. Blake is sunshine in human form. Too loud, too friendly, and somehow exactly where I always am. He remembers everything I say, carries my favorite snacks around so I don't get "hangry", and has an uncanny habit of showing up whenever I need him. It's sweet... mostly. As I slowly heal from the past and let my guard down, I find myself falling for the boy who feels like home. But between jealous classmates and buried family secrets... loving Blake might be the one thing neither of us is supposed to do. Too bad for them, Blake refuses to let me go. Blake: Rowan Hayes is mine. This story is for mature readers only. 18+. If you don't enjoy stalker-obsessive and OTT possessive romances, then this one won't be a good time for you. Blake Montrose is a golden retriever with a hidden dark side when it comes to claiming his Rowan . This is a swoony YA romance filled with found family, golden retriever boy energy, quiet girl vibes, jealous rivals, slow-burn tension, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. There will be explicit spicy scenes.

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

What happens when a one-night-stand turns your whole life upside down? I didn't mean to end up in his bed. Hell, I didn't even know his name. All I remember is the heat of his stare across the club, tattoos snaking down his arms, black hair falling into his face as if even gravity bowed to him. One second I was dancing, laughing, teasing my girls. The next, his lips were on mine. Hard. Demanding. Dangerous. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Gone. And me? Screaming his name like I'd known it all my life. But the real problem wasn't the way he kissed me, or the way he fucked me like he owned me. No. The real problem started the next morning. When I walked into the office... and found him sitting at the head of the table. My new boss. Damien Blackwheel. And God help me- he was smiling.