Jade Harris needs money for college. Nolan Chambers needs a ticket out of Bellcreek. The unlikely pair come together to fool their classmates into thinking they're a love sick couple to obtain the grand prize for prom king and queen-a college scholarship and a trip to Europe. It'd be easy if everyone didn't think Jade cheated on her ex. It'd be even easier if Nolan wasn't an unbearable grump. Regardless of the odds being against them they don't give up, desperate to win the prize. Or maybe there's something else keeping them from throwing in the towel... TW: Death of a parent, slut shaming

**Completed ** **Book 1 in a series involving the same group of friends** **strong sexual content** **some chapters may be triggering or hard to read for some as the contain sexual assault and rape** Lily Michaels thought she had moved on. She thought she was getting over the horrible things in her past. She thought she did the right thing by letting Ollie go. Boy was she wrong. Oliver Scott has always loved Lily Michaels. Years apart has not changed that one bit. He still sees the pain in her eyes and he will do everything in his power to help her heal. She's not getting rid of him so easily this time around. Lily and Oliver are given a second chance at a life together, will they get it?

'I can't wait to grab those tits while you're choking on my cock,' he says, and fuck, my clit pulsed. What the fuck? this shit is turning me on. 'Really? You think you can handle it?' I tease, running my hand over my covered nipple. He doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls the fabric away from my clothed breasts. The air kisses my nipples, and they perk up immediately. 'Anisa is going to love that,' I say, even though I desperately need his cock in my mouth, but he needed to make that move. 'I don't want to hear that name. Just the sound of your stifled moans as I hit the back of your throat.' With that, he softly grabbed my hair and pushed my face closer. ──── ୨୧ ──── Leila Rowan thought she had everything until her not so perfect boyfriend, Andrew, betrayed her with her best friend -Anisa and then blackmailed her into silence. Fueled with anger, Nate Voss appears, Andrew's quiet, invisible brother, the glass child no one ever notices-offering her a way out. A plan: revenge. Leila thought she hated Andrew most of all... until she realized Nate's hatred for his brother runs deeper. Nate will steal Anisa from Andrew; Leila will train to beat him at the NASA-level physics contest - together they'll reclaim what Andrew thinks is his. But there's a catch. Nate has never been the guy who knows what to say, how to touch-or how to fuck. To win this game, he needs Leila to teach him how to dirty talk, how to touch a woman so good. He has the looks sure, but does he have the will? And somewhere between lust lessons and stolen touches, revenge stops being the only risky thing on the table. Because Nate isn't just Andrew's brother anymore-he's the one who could ruin her heart... or save it. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ tension Started- August 7th, Finished August 17th

Julia has always prided herself on her independence, steering clear of serious relationships to avoid losing her sense of self. But when she's asked to help plan her best friend Penny's Christmas Eve wedding, Julia is forced to work with the last person she wants to be around: Kyle. He's arrogant, insufferable, and worst of all, she's convinced he's planning to ruin the wedding out of spite. Kyle may have left Penny at the altar, but it's her rejection afterward that still stings. What's worse is how quickly she moved on with his brother, Chase. Feeling betrayed, Kyle's only reason for getting involved in their wedding plans is to prove he doesn't care-and maybe to settle a score with Julia, who he blames for pushing Penny into Chase's arms. But as sparks fly and tensions rise, Kyle realises his anger might not be the only thing drawing him toward her. NOTE - An enemies-to-lovers romance, that follows on from Penny and Chase's romance in the novella, 'Chasing You'. Although 'Hate to Love you' can also be read as a standalone story.

DISCLAIMER - Formerly titled 'Snowbound Serendipity' When Penny's fiancée, Kyle, leaves her at the altar, she escapes for some respite. The cabin is just what she needs, fleeing the gossip that would otherwise follow her back home. That is, until Chase appears on her doorstep. Chase has always regretted not taking a chance with Penny, when they met. Being the third wheel to his brother, Kyle, and Penny's love story for the past decade hasn't been easy. But now his brother has done the unthinkable, Chase might just have a second chance. It's now or never. (DISCLAIMER This novella has been adapted from my original short story of the same name, also available on Wattpad. However, the novella is vastly different. I hope you enjoy.)

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 2⟢ "𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚." In the realm of opulence and deception, where alliances are forged in the fires of ambition, I, Ridhima Merchant, stand as a reluctant player in a game of power and prestige. Raised amidst the cutthroat world of business, I've learned to navigate its treacherous waters with poise and determination. But when duty binds me to Reyansh Raichand, a man cloaked in tradition and intrigue, I find myself ensnared in a charade of matrimony to protect those I hold dear. Reyansh, a titan of industry and a figure shrouded in mystery, holds the key to my freedom and my undoing. As we navigate the intricacies of our tangled union, the weight of expectation threatens to crush my spirit. Yet amidst the facade of compliance lies a truth that binds us-a child, a silent witness to our tumultuous love, and a chain that tethers me to Reyansh in ways I never imagined. Caught between the shadows of our fractured marriage and the secrets that threaten to tear us apart, I must find the strength to 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆.

⟢𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1⟢ #9 in Politics. #1 in Marriage "𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐?" In the realm of shadows and transactions, where every heartbeat has a price, I, Ahvi Sutaria, exist as the untouchable petal of Ravivai Brothel. Born into a world where darkness dances with desires, my mother's role as the procurer grants me an unusual immunity. Perhaps luck shields me, or perhaps it's a different price, one that no man can afford. Advait Singh Oberoi, a man capable of purchasing anything with his wealth, yet my heart remains unattainable. He's a politician who claims to despise women like me, commodities in a world of transactions. Yet, he's buying me with a cost so high, it surpasses imagination. He may acquire my body and soul through marriage, but my heart remains untouched. A rule etched into my existence: never my heart. 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. And so, he marries me. -Desi Romance.

After getting fired from her job Azia Evans is on the hunt for a new one to sustain herself and her three siblings, when luck is finally on her side she stumbles upon an ad online to be a celebrity personal assistant and she decides to send in her résumé, still unsure who exactly she'd be an assistant to, but that all changes when she goes in for the interview and is hired days later. She's over the moon, on cloud nine if possible, that is of course until she meets the man she'll be an assistant to, that man being the famous Formula 1 racer, Hugo Blackburn. He was unorganized, playful, rude, demanding and altogether, he was the very definition of a man she could never see eye to eye with. But she needs the money. So Azia is forced to be near the man she clashes with all because she needs a job till she finishes off her degree, but somewhere in all the clashing between them, life finds a way to make them clash towards one another, but nothing is ever just that simple... especially with a troubled man like Hugo Blackburn, and a hyper independent woman like Azia Evans. **** #1 in F1romance #1 in Egotistic #1 in Badboy

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) Jeremy Romano x Rose Callahan "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

(Book 2 of the Mafia standalone series) Matteo Rossi x Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.