Maxine Crawford had always embraced life on her own terms-calm, reserved and unafraid of any chaos that came with it. But what she never expected was for her return to her local high-school to unravel everything she thought she knew. Annabelle Quinn had always been a quiet, kind hearted, high-school senior, someone Maxine had barely acknowledged growing up. Annabelle was nothing more than her brothers good friend, someone who had always been "off limits" to her. When Maxine begins volunteering at the school, she starts seeing the girl in a new light. Behind those soft eyes, and gentle smiles, there was also a darkness, a web of secrets Anna had kept hidden for years. As Maxine becomes more entangled in Annabelle's world, she finds herself drawn to her, despite every instinct telling her to stay away. Their connection is undeniable, but some bonds are more dangerous than they first appear. (editing in the process)

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

Esme Merrow thought the most dangerous thing in her life was herself. The way she moved through nights without thinking, let strangers touch her just to feel something, the way she avoided silence like it could expose her. At twenty, her life is messy, loud, and temporary-coffee-stained mornings, reckless decisions, and memories she never fully keeps. She doesn't notice patterns, look behind her and realize someone else already is. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Katarina Ivanova is not a rumor. She is a name whispered in the wrong places. A Russian mafia boss who built her empire on control, precision, and fear. Cold, calculating, and completely untouchable. She doesn't chase chaos-she creates order out of it. When Katarina wants something...she takes it with no hesitation, permission and no way of escaping her. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ So tell me, angel. If a Russian mafia boss decided you belong to her... if she knew everything about you before you even noticed her... Would you fight? Or would you realize too late that you were never free to begin with? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Warnings: 18+,smut, explicit language and sex scenes, torture, sick obsession, drugs, alcohol, invading personal space, manipulation and gaslighting, psychotic behavior, torture, kidnapping, etc. You're reading this on your own responsibility!

Isla Sterling is perfect. The golden girl. The one everyone wants but no one deserves. And Ava? Ava has been watching her for years-quietly, patiently, obsessively. Isla doesn't know about the hidden glances, the stolen photos, the whispered promises Ava makes to herself. Not yet. But when a Halloween party throws them together in a game of chance, Ava gets her first taste of what it feels like to be close to Isla-to touch her, to hear her voice just inches away. And it's not enough. It will never be enough. Because Isla is meant to be hers. She just doesn't know it yet. But she will

"Do you know what I do to girls who don't answer when they're spoken to?" she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet menace under the mask. "N-no," Salma breathed, her voice barely audible as she kept her eyes locked on Nerezza's dark eyes. Nerezza hummed, tilting Salma's chin up with a gloved hand, her grip firm but teasing. "I fuck the answers out of them," she whispered, each word slow and deliberate. ••••• Salma, a well known radio show host, is used to strange calls-but nothing like this. One Wednesday morning, an anonymous woman dials in live on air, her voice low, dripping with eerie amusement as she confesses to a murder. Convinced it's a twisted prank, Salma plays along, her tone teasing-until the caller whispers something only Salma could know. What starts as a disturbing coincidence spirals into a chilling obsession. Night after night, the woman calls back, turning Salma into her unwilling confidante, her chosen messenger. Each call comes with cryptic clues, taunts wrapped in silken words, a deadly puzzle Salma is forced to solve-because if she doesn't, she'll be the next victim. But fear gives way to fascination. Then obsession. As the game between them intensifies, Salma finds herself drawn to the voice on the other end of the line-a voice that knows her deepest fears, her darkest desires. The hunt for the truth becomes a tangled web of danger, passion, and something far more dangerous than death. They should be enemies. One is the hunter, the other the prey. But what happens when they fall in love? Written by: Tzipora Rosen Edited by: Lean Catherine Benton Disclaimer: Sexually explicit content Violence Strong language 🏆 #1 horror-thriller 🏆 #1 Toxic

This is book one of the grand Devil series!!!!! : : : Book 1: Full Throttled Book 2: Rough Ride Book 3: Crash : : : I didn't stop until I was dangling over the side, looking down. My stomach dropped as I realized just how far the ground was below me. "That's not a nice thing to do." My legs froze, and I felt my heart grappled as Felix's voice reached me. Slowly, I turned my head, even though I was in a complicated, precarious situation, I still wanted to see her. She was leaning casually on her bike, a puff of smoke meandering from her mouth. At first, I thought it was fog, but then the wind carried the distinct scent of weed. Hmm. I wanted some of that. It wasn't like it was a hard drug-I just wanted to feel something different, live a little. She took another drag....

Medusa takes the job because it pays well and the requirements are simple. One house, two kids, one woman to answer to. Bianca is all three things she was warned about and none of the things she expected. Cold in a way that feels practiced, distant in a way that feels like a choice. She runs the house like she runs everything else, on her own terms, with no room for anything she didn't ask for. But what happens when the person who has never let herself be wanted becomes the only one you can't stop wanting? And what happens when the girl who was never supposed to matter starts feeling like the only thing that does? There's no good ending to those questions. There's only what happens next.

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

The Matthews Series Book #1 - The Friendly Bean Book #2 - Taming River Book #3 - Trying For You Book #4 - There's This Girl... She holds my hand, mom. She holds my hand when it trembles. She cries with me too. When I talk, I know she's listening because she looks at me like I'm all she sees and my words are all she hears. She remembers my fears, mom. She has a smile so bright, those fears cower at the sight. Everything else fades away and all that remains is her. There's This Girl... She's not mine, but I want her to be.

"It always made you feel powerful when I beg, right?" Morana murmured, her eyes softening as she lowered herself to the cold floor. "So let me beg." Nerezza always knew how to clean up her messes. Knew where to scrape, where to smooth over with a domestic shine of innocence. Erase the evidence. Rephrase the story. Recalibrate the damage. But what happens when the mess starts talking back?