Kisses with a threat...love with a motive. Sienna never expected her best friend to betray her, or the man waiting on the other side of that betrayal to be powerful, controlling, and impossible to ignore.

"You're the fucking reason why we've got left!" he shouted "Oh, I'm the reason!?" he groaned out of frustration, running his hand through his hair. "didn't I just said you were?" "fuck you!" I shot back, throwing sand at him. he glared before running after me, catching up fast. his hands grabbed my waist, pushing me down into the sand. our eyes locked, breaths heavy. the anger on his face was clear. my bikini top had slipped, with my nipple exposing me. "don't fucking play with me, indigo," he said voice low, fixing my bikini top before pulling away. his eyes lingered on mine for a moment longer before he stood up. --- 𝐓𝐖𝐎 rival swimmers who can't stand each other... 𝐎𝐍𝐄 college trip to a deadly deserted island. When their constant bickering gets them left behind in the middle of a storm, they're forced to stay together on an island for 365 days. A year together of 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, and 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 that were always there.. but was just hidden #1 swimmers #1 romancefanfiction - 🌊🦀🐬; - 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 - 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 - 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 -𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑E SCENES -𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

[Book 1 in the Putrid Heart Series] Many would describe him as a mad man. Someone that needed saving. But since when does the devil ask for help? He tricked people by using strategies and their weaknesses against them. Massimo was a man to be feared. Yet even the most powerful man fall in love. Oh and he fell, miserably.

When broke ER nurse Evelyn Santos stumbles upon a brutal mafia murder in the alley behind her hospital, she thinks her life is over-until the killer spares her life on one condition: she becomes his personal medic. Now caught between her ailing daughter, her cold-hearted family, and a world of crime she never wanted to enter, Evelyn must learn to survive. But the more time she spends with cold, calculating mafia boss Nicolas Moretti, the more the lines blur between captive and protector... and the less she wants to leave. 🥇#Italian 10/22/25 🥉#bwwm 10/22/25 🥉#nurse 10/27/25 🥈#babymama 10/30/25 🥇#evelyn 11/6/25 🥇#nurse 11/15/25 🥇#singleparent 12/5/25

Lucinda has always been a meek, submissive young woman, and she's in for a loop when she is thrusted into the pack Alpha's home. She hadn't anticipated being considered let alone selected as his bride, yet her fate ensures that she's mated to one of the meanest, cruelest Alphas known to their species. He's unhappy with her, but left without much choice, as his time to expand his bloodline is running out - and at this point anyone will do. Lucy is the only eligible woman who doesn't cower or argue when he tells her what to do. But perhaps the reserved, foreign woman has much more to her than he initially thought. Braxton may be in for far more than he anticipated when he took Lucinda's hand in marriage. Please leave comments! I read every one and they help my writing improve! This story features mature themes, including some graphic sexual content, which will be indicated with a ~, for future reference! TRIGGER WARNINGS: (parts of the text will be marked to indicate sensitive material): This story features mentions of trauma, grief, PTSD, different forms of abuse, mass murder, etc. If this bothers you or may be too overwhelming, this may not be the book for you. Thank you! Please enjoy! ☺️💜

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

KaiLani Brown. A single 25 year old mom who lives in New York with her son and best friend. She pursues her career as a Traveling Nurse, what happens when she runs into a person from her past? Ace Moretti. A 27 year old man who's the Don of the most powerful Italian mafia. Also very known for his money, power, looks, and being a player. What happens when he runs into someone from his past, along with an unexpected surprise?

Blake Myers was supposed to be a lawyer, not a stripper. But when every door slammed in her face and debt doubled, she found herself dancing at Play Bunnies Den. One rule: No falling for the clients. Then Roman Ferrari walked in. Powerful. Cold. Death wrapped in a tailored suit. Roman doesn't chase women, he owns them. But when Blake dances for him, something cracks. She's fire he can't control, temptation he can't ignore. One dance turns into a dangerous obsession. One night drags her into his world of blood, secrets, and sin. Now, Roman's willing to burn his empire to keep her and Blake's about to learn that falling for a man like him doesn't just break hearts, it changes everything. *Mature and Violent content!* **Some parts have been edited!**

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."