If you ask Emory Rose, she'll tell you she has the best job in the world. She's a chef-doing what she loves most-on the set of the hit TV drama Med on You, filmed at Starfire Studios. The show follows Dr. Morgan Fox, a brilliant cardiologist with a complicated love life. But for Emory, it's not the storylines that make work exciting-it's the lead actress. Emory has had a quiet crush for years on Natalie Stone, the stunning star who plays Morgan. The only problem? Natalie doesn't even know she exists oh, and she's married to Alin Romano, one of the show's producers, and they have a ten-year-old daughter, Ashly. But behind the scenes, Natalie is far from happy in her marriage. Emory, knowing she'll probably never be more than a background extra in Natalie's world, has spent the last five years learning everything about her-including exactly what she likes to eat. Her secret mission? To brighten Natalie's day with thoughtfully crafted dishes, hoping to lift her spirits, even if only for a moment. Will Natalie ever truly see her? And if so, could the way to her heart be through her stomach? There's only one way to find out.

When working at a failing high end restaurant in New York, Mariah Breaux knows every corner about scraping by. But when an unknown event is thrown at the restaurant by a notorious mafia, and she is asked to cater for their upcoming event for a large sum of money who is she to decline? Little did she know the event was to welcome the families new leader of the mafia, their daughter, Nova Casper.

Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

Sequel to Burn The Devil A single creak of a leaf makes my body jolt up in fear. My body freezes once my eyes travel over the top of Genevieve's tombstone, Carmilla's body is leaned against the willow tree in the distance. A shiver slithers down my spine as our eyes meet. Her once pale skin is now painted in a bronze glow. Can you tan in hell? It would make sense. Her body is still shaped so godly, her skin wrapped in a light gray suit, accompanied by a brown trench coat. She's not real, Jane, snap out of it. But she's still there. Carmilla's head tilts slightly with her famous smile, her hand slowly lifts and moves in a greeting motion. I always see her in my dreams - or should I say nightmares, but this is the first time I'm seeing her so clearly. She feels so real. The way her eyes wrinkle ever so slightly when her top lip raises to the sides makes me shudder. I want her to leave. I want this horrible hallucination to disappear. My body slowly retreats away from Genevieve's tomb as I spin my body into the direction of the exit. I'm not taking any chances, just in case she's real and I'm not losing my mind.

"This... this can't be real," she muttered, her voice hollow. Harvey, still trying to make sense of her sudden shift in mood, leaned in further. "What is it? What's going on?" he asked, his tone laced with concern, but also curiosity. Adeline's fingers trembled as she turned the pages faster now, her mind reeling with disbelief. "My mom always told me that she met Carmilla at some event... a gala or something, just a chance encounter," she whispered, her voice betraying the doubt that was now crawling up her throat. "But this... this says something else. It says... Carmilla kidnapped her. Tortured her. Tortured her."

"You don't want me to fuck you then?" She whispers, pulling me forward as her thigh presses against my core. "I need to find someone my own age" I whisper back, biting my lip to hide the moan that's trying to escape as she grinds her thigh on me. "Firstly, no one your age can fuck you like I do, let's get that straight, and second." Carmilla places her palm on Jane's bra, forcing a moan out of her. "Don't deny me of hearing your moans, Mon amour, or I'll have you bent over this desk before your pretty little mind can come up with an excuse" This is smutty, I can't lie. This book is not vanilla one bit, so be aware! lesbian thriller mafia kidnapping 18+ trigger warning: mention of rape violence blood torture weapons Some scenes depict heavy mentions of violence, viewer discretion is advised

But Sutton's patience ran thin. With a sharp motion, she lowered herself, pressing her forearm against Maeve's shoulders to pin her firmly in place against the desk. "Move one more fucking time," she hissed, her breath hot against Maeve's ear, "and I'll keep you here all day, begging me to touch you." Grabbing Maeve's jaw with her other hand, Sutton turned her head sharply, forcing Maeve to meet her piercing gaze. "Is that clear? Or do I need to dumb it down for you?" she taunted, her fingers digging into Maeve's flushed cheeks, her grip unrelenting. Maeve's wide eyes darted nervously, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. She nodded fervently instead, the weight of the moment stealing any semblance of speech. "Smart girl," Sutton murmured approvingly, her voice a low purr as she released Maeve's jaw. She straightened, smoothing her shirt with an air of composure as her eyes roved over Maeve's now-still form. BOTH CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS AND FULLY CONSENTING This is kinky- Content warning: Spanking, degradation, praise, hair pulling, age gap, you get the shtick Written by Tzipora Rosen Edited by Leah Catherine Benton 🏆 #1 mascxfem

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

" US OLYMPIC SWIMMER CHARLIE GRAY FORFEITS" " WHAT HAPPENED TO OLYMPIC SWIMMER CHARLIE GRAY?" Charlie Gray stopped swimming . Though the reason was unclear one thing was certain, she'd never get back into the water. When Gia gets assigned to be partners with the girl who's hardly ever at school she doesn't think things would turn out the way they do until she meets the girl behind the headlines.

Caterina gave a small, amused hum, flipping a page of her magazine as though unfazed. "You'd be hotter if you weren't so mean." "And you'd be hotter if you cut the fucking attitude," Celine shot back, her voice dropping as she leaned closer, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Before I fuck it out of you." When Celine crosses paths with Caterina, the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, she expects a quick and simple plan to settle an old score. What she doesn't anticipate is Caterina's audacious counteroffer: a marriage of convenience that will grant Celine access she can not decline. Their uneasy alliance is fraught with tension-both the fiery, physical kind and the sharp clash of wills that comes from two women with their own dark pasts and hidden agendas. As they step into a world of wealth, deception, and ruthless ambition, their plan teeters on the edge of chaos, with one question looming large: Can they trust each other long enough to survive? Will they pull off the ultimate betrayal-or will their fragile bond bring everything crashing down?