Ophelia Stark is the backbone of Bettendorf Enterprises. As the sharp-witted, impeccably organized P.A. to the company's founder, she's spent years ensuring the multi-billion dollar empire runs like a well-oiled machine. When her boss announces he's taking an indefinite sabbatical, Ophelia assumes she'll be the one guiding the transition. What she didn't expect was for the keys to the kingdom to be handed to the one man she can't stand...Malcolm J. Bettendorf. Malcolm is a legend, but for all the wrong reasons. A former American football star with a jawline that cuts glass and a reputation that keeps the tabloids in business, he's more comfortable in a nightclub than a boardroom. The transition is anything but smooth. Between Malcolm's unconventional "locker room" leadership style and Ophelia's rigid professional standards, the office becomes a battlefield. But as the late-night strategy sessions turn into deep-tissue conversations, the line between professional disdain and personal desire begins to blur. Malcolm discovers that Ophelia is the first woman who doesn't want his money or his fame, she wants his respect. Meanwhile, Ophelia begins to see the vulnerability of a man struggling to find his identity off the field. The road to love is paved with corporate sabotage and public scrutiny. With a board of directors waiting for Malcolm to fumble and a vengeful ex-flame looking to ignite a scandal, the stakes have never been higher. As secrets from Malcolm's past threaten to dismantle the Bettendorf legacy, Ophelia must decide if she's protecting the company or the man who has finally tackled his way into her heart. WARNING ⚠️: This book contains lots of sex scenes. And that's because it is my duty to feed your imaginations ...thank you 💖

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."

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story is comprised of drafts that have not been heavily edited]]

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

One gunshot changed everything. Jade Brooks walked into a bar for a paycheck and walked out tied to the most dangerous family in New York. Rome DeSantis is power without mercy-an heir raised to rule, not protect. But when Jade becomes collateral in a brewing mafia war, he refuses to let her disappear. Nowshe's trapped inside his world, where safety has rules and desire is a liability neither of them can afford.

"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*

Maeva took charge of my dreams. Melted me with a simple glance. My affection for her grew in secret because she wasn't mine, she was my brother's. Until he ruined everything. Left her heartbroken beyond repair. Now, it's my turn to show her what love is supposed to look like... from one lover to another. [Update each Tuesday at 10:00 AM CET]

Enzo Vitale was raised to be the heir of a powerful Italian family. Disciplined, ruthless, and untouchable. But behind the iron mask he wears, Enzo is haunted by the ghosts of his past,His nights are plagued by nightmares of fire and loss, his days ruled by violence, power, and the constant pressure of tradition. Marriage, children, softness. He has sworn them all away, convinced they are weaknesses he cannot afford. Yet in the shadows of his sleep, a pair of brown eyes won't leave him. Eyes that feel like home. Eyes that enrage him because they make him want. Kairo never wanted to be tangled in the Vitale world. But debt and desperation pulled her family's small business under their thumb, and she finds herself carrying a burden she never asked for. Fiercely loyal to her grandparents and her mother, she sacrifices her own safety to protect them, even if it means giving everything she has and everything she is. When Enzo and Kairo finally collide, it's not fate. It's a storm. He sees in her those same eyes that haunt his dreams, and she feels the danger in every word he speaks, every touch he steals. He is the man she should fear the most and the one her body betrays her for. As family expectations tighten around Enzo, and Kairo's secrets threaten to unravel, their lives twist together in a brutal dance of control, defiance, and forbidden desire. He wants dominance. She wants freedom. But neither can seem to let the other go.