In a world ruled by wolves, power decides worth and humans are born with none. Sapphire Vale left her pack seven years ago to build a life far from blood laws, mate bonds, and the cruelty of her kind. As a pediatrician in the human world, she learned control, compassion, and independence. But when her mother summons her home to find her fated mate, Sapphire expects pressure and politics. What she finds instead is betrayal. Vina, her brother's discarded wife. A human. A mother. A servant in the home she once believed was safe. And a scent that should not exist. Vanilla. Strawberry. Banana. Mate. As Sapphire's wolf awakens to a bond forbidden by pack law, she claims the woman everyone else broke. But fate isn't finished with them. Frida, the cold, grieving Alpha who lost everything returns home to a life she no longer wants. Until she meets Vina. Until her wolf growls the impossible truth. Second chance. Second mate. Third heartbeat in a bond meant for two. Now three women are tied by destiny in a world that only understands dominance and tradition. Sapphire must fight her family. Frida must face her past. And Vina must learn that love can belong to more than one. Because when wolves claim their nectar, they don't ask permission. They rewrite the laws of nature itself. Sealed Nectar, a dark supernatural romance about fate, healing, motherhood, and a love fierce enough to defy an entire pack.

When Evelyn begins her senior year, the last person she expects to see in her classroom is the mysterious woman she met while working at the diner. Ms. Hartley quickly realizes there's more to Evelyn's life than she lets on, and what begins as concern slowly turns into a bond neither of them expected. But some connections come with consequences-especially when they cross a line that should never be crossed.

One is hiding from the world. The other is trying to find her place in it. Ellie is perfectly content with her single flat and her Criminal Minds marathon, and a healthy dose of Tumblr nostalgia-until MoonPetal45 enters the chat. As the pressure of her final year mounts, this online stranger becomes her greatest support. Dr. Pembrose knows the rules. As a professor, she should have blocked the charming, accident-prone student the moment she recognised her. But in the quiet of her new home, the line between mentor and admirer is blurring, and Ellie's frequent run-ins with gravity are making the doctor fall a little too hard.

This is a rewrite of my book! With better writing and fixing plot holes. Being written VERY slowly. Sorry In advance!

New home. New view. New obsession. Wren Parker has the perfect life: a radiant smile, a girlfriend who feels like safety, and a high-end modeling career that keeps her glowing under the right lights. She's the girl who breathes in rain, thanks strangers, and locks every dark impulse behind a flawless grin. Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her best-friend and girlfriend should be escape. Until she sees the studio across the yard. It stares straight into her bedroom. And inside lives Dakota Grey. Dakota is ink on skin, midnight solitude, eyes that strip without touching. A painter who uses women like brushes. Beautiful, temporary, discarded when the canvas is done. She doesn't chase. She waits. She watches. And she's already been painting Wren since the first night. One charged moment on the balcony cracks the glass between them. A few nights later, Wren leaves the curtains wide open. She poses bolder. She fucks her girlfriend with the lights on, knowing those cold eyes are drinking every arch, every gasp, every betrayal. Dakota never blinks. She never speaks. She simply watches and Wren feels it like teeth sinking slowly into her throat. Curiosity becomes hunger. Hunger becomes fixation. Dakota warns she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway. But what Wren fails to realize is that her obsession with Dakota is not passion but submission, each step closer another layer stripped away, another shade of herself repainted, pulling her deeper into a dark erotic world where surrender is slow, intentional, and devastating. How long can you stare into the dark before it stares back and claims you? A slow-burn sapphic dark romance of obsession, possession, and the exquisite art of breaking someone who begs to be broken. Paint me. Ruin me. Own me.

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

They both promised their husbands, "till death do us part." They didn't know wanting a woman would undo that promise first. Sienna has spent her life being good. Camille has spent hers being careful. Neither woman expected that one shared project would awaken a hunger neither of them had allowed themselves to name. What begins as professional ease becomes emotional safety. What feels like friendship becomes dependence. What feels like relief becomes obsession. They don't mean to change. They only mean to stay close. But once you discover the version of yourself that exists only in another woman's gaze, it becomes impossible to return to who you were before. As tensions rise and secrets grow, the world around them closes in and threatens to expose the chaos "Between Us." Between Us is a sensual, psychologically intimate story about addiction disguised as connection, about two women who become each other's escape and undoing, and about the quiet devastation of choosing between who you promised to be and who you are becoming.

WLW | Still bruised from her last relationship, Nia (41) swore she wasn't built for "forever." Meghan (35), meanwhile, has a talent for choosing men who can't meet her halfway. Sometimes love shows up late, sideways, and wearing the last face you ever expected to want. Could someone else's heartbreak become the start of their own love story? A slow-burn sapphic romance from the Ms. Dover Universe, unfolding right after 'Perhaps, Ms. Dover', about timing, trust, and the terrifying beauty of being seen.

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.

Farah Grant has spent her entire life proving she's more than just the daughter of a business mogul. But when her father's empire faces ruin, he offers her up in a sweet deal disguised as an arranged marriage. The bride? The owner of an empire. A ruthless CEO who's as cold as the steel and glass towers she commands. From the start their relationship isn't made to work. Farah is fiery and passionate but against her "wife's" icy demeanour, it's different. Their marriage is supposed to be all about business, public appearances, and playing happy wives for the cameras. Nothing more. But behind closed doors, well that's a different story. Desire, passion and need make it hard for them to keep it all professional. But then again, contracts can't split but vows were made to be broken.