W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

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."

Both dominant, both love a challenge...what could go right?

Everybody knew they were too close. The late-night calls, the jealousy, the lingering touches, the way they always found their way back to each other. But when feelings start turning into something neither of them can ignore, their entire friend group begins to notice what they've been trying not to admit. Maybe it wasn't just friendship after all. Maybe it had always been you.

Why choose, when both could be the love of your life? Imagine every well loved love triangle From the Edward Cullens and Jacob's, down to the Salvatore's; where it's almost too agonizing picking who you should root for in the end. This book shows a love triangle that develops into so much more. Growth. Loss. An unexpected relationship. With yearning so deep, you can feel it through the pages. 𝐌𝐱𝐅𝐱𝐌

Grace Saintclaire and Andrea Anderson come from extremely wealthy and well-known families-and fate has brought them to the same university: Andrea as a professor, Grace as a student. Neither knows the other's true identity... until one night at a dinner party, where their rival families come face-to-face for the first time in years. That's when Grace and Andrea discover they are to be wed. A contracted marriage between two daughters of rival families. Will Grace and Andrea accept their fate with heavy hearts? Will they fight it? Or could the unexpected happen... and they fall in love instead? Read to find out. P.S. This story leans into enemies-to-lovers dynamics and features an intersex character. ⚠️ Warning: This book contains multiple smut scenes (no prior warning), strong language, and depictions of abuse, violence, homophobia. Reader discretion is advised.

Sincere wasn't supposed to survive, let alone fall in love with both his roommates. Broke, bold, and barely holdin' it together, Sincere crashes into a life of stability, sex, and chaos with a couple that refuses to play by the rules. Polyamorous book.

" then who'd you fuck nigga?" "............a stud" i said lowly. "nahhh say that with yo chest" she said. " i fucked a stud".

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

"𝙈𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 & 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞.