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 💖

She dances under neon lights. He rules the streets after dark. Neither of them expected to become each other's safe place. Eleni Johnson has spent her entire life surviving. Between college, bills, and raising her younger sister, she doesn't have time for distractions, especially not dangerous men. Santiago "Spooky" Reyes never planned on falling for someone like Eleni. His world is built on loyalty, respect, and secrets that could destroy everything she's worked so hard to build. But when fate continues pushing their lives together, walking away is no longer an option. Because sometimes... The people you're trying hardest to protect become the very reason you risk everything. Some love stories are written in the stars. Theirs was written in neon... and blood.

I've watched him for months . I know what time he leaves for work . I know which car is his . I know he locks his door twice . I know the sound of his footsteps in the hallway . His name is Damien Saul . My neighbor . Thirty years old . Completely unaware that I've already made a place for him in my life . I've tried telling myself it's only a crush . It's not . I don't want to admire him from across the hallway anymore . I want him to look at me . I want him to think about me . I want him to need me . And if wanting him means crossing a few lines.... I'll cross them . Dear Mr. Saul, You don't know it yet... but you'll be mine . 🖤🖤🖤

Cali got a job as a caretaker. But she didn't think it would be a 28 year old blind man. Since she was forced upon him by his older brother, Tucker decides not to speak to her or even acknowledge her existence. He chooses to keep to himself. Tucker may not be able to physically see her...but as time goes by, he learns to understand her.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. ❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ Living on Yakuza territory was never supposed to be her story. But debts don't forgive. And neither do the men who collect them. She was a loyalist to the rules until she unwittingly developed a taste for danger. She began to mistake recklessness for freedom, intoxication for strength, until the lines between caution and calamity dissolved altogether. And then there was him. The one they whispered about. The one with blood on his hands and shadows in his eyes. The one who looked at her like he had already decided how this would end. She did not want him, not until his cards came into play and she realized he had marked her as his ace, the piece he would use to topple the table and destroy the pot. She realized that falling back on the rules couldn't save her. It was already too late. He was going to ruin her, and she could feel the truth of it in her bones. He would twist her into a weapon, his own fire to ignite the empire. But one can forget how fickle the flames can be. Stoke them too much, and they no longer obey. They consume everything, even the hands that set them ablaze. ❥❥❥❥❥ ❣︎ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. ❣︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. ❣︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨.

𝑀𝐼 𝒞𝐼𝐸𝐿𝒪 ♡ (𝘯) 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯

𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 (𝒏.) 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖; 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍.

🖤 Tenure A Dark Student-Professor Romance by Boity M. Some girls go to college to find themselves. I came to disappear. Late transfer. Shy. Obsessed with grades, not guys. That was supposed to be me. Until I walked into his class. Mr. Jackson isn't just a professor - he's the professor. Cold, sharp, brilliant. A man who doesn't smile, doesn't flinch, and doesn't forget a face. Especially not mine. He saw me when no one else did. Now, I'm the one he watches. The one he keeps after class. The one he calls by name when no one else dares speak. I didn't plan to want him. He didn't plan to need me. But we crossed a line neither of us can uncross. This isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. Because the classroom is his kingdom. And I'm about to bring it to its knees.

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

"You're finally awake." I blinked once before looking down at the ropes around my wrists. Well... This is unfortunate. "I was beginning to think I'd have to pour cold water on you," the man sitting across from me said. Tailored black suit. Gray eyes. A face I'd never seen before. He slid a folder onto the table. "So," he said, "you're the little hacker who's been stealing my money." I looked at the evidence. Then back at him. "...In my defense... "I glanced back at the folder. "Your cybersecurity was terrible." Three weeks earlier, I thought stealing from an anonymous account on the dark web would change my life. I was right. I just never imagined it would end with me tied to a chair in a stranger's penthouse, negotiating with the owner.