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

Naomi Sinclair survived her childhood by learning three things: Stay quiet. Stay useful. Never need anyone. Now she's a feared corporate lawyer known for her sharp mind and colder personality. She doesn't lose control. She doesn't trust easily. And she definitely doesn't let people get close enough to hurt her. Then Lucien Moreau walks into her life. A powerful French investor with dangerous patience, expensive secrets, and a habit of looking at her like he already knows what she's hiding. When a billion-dollar deal turns into something far more complicated, they're forced to work together to uncover who manipulated the case from the inside. But the closer they get to the truth, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the tension between them. Because Lucien Moreau is used to uncovering weaknesses. And Naomi Sinclair has spent her whole life making sure nobody finds hers.

It isn't written in manuals. it isn't acknowledge in reports. and it's never activated unless there's no other choice. During a routine field operation, FBI Special Agents James Calloway and Diana Wells lose contact. When the channel goes dead, James doesn't wait for backup to respond. Because under Silent Protocol, a missing agent is assumed alive-but unreachable. Open comms are forbidden. Official recovery is denied. The only communication allowed is indirect, encrypted, and intentional. Diana Wells knows the rules. So when James begins finds messages hidden in reports, location, and signals only the two of them would recognize, he realizes the truth: She didn't disappear. She went silent on purpose. And following the protocol may be the only way to find her- without alerting the people who made her vanish.

"I love you more than yesterday,and less than tomorrow"

Eighteen-year-old Emerson Maxwell is preparing for her last summer at home before college, ready for sun, saltwater, and whatever unexpected moments might come her way. But when her brother shows up with his college best friend, Brooklyn Warner, everything changes. Brooklyn was supposed to be a quiet houseguest. A background character. Instead, he's all sharp edges and lingering glances-nothing like Emerson imagined. After a year of pressure from demanding parents and conflicting dreams, Brooklyn needs this summer to breathe, to figure things out. Falling for his best friend's little sister was never part of the plan. As days stretch long under the Miami sun, rules blur and secrets simmer. And in the middle of it all, Emerson and Brooklyn begin to wonder if one summer could change everything-if they're willing to risk it.

She's fierce, independent, and untouchable-never needing a man to define her worth. He's the ruthless heir to a Greek mafia empire, used to taking whatever he wants. When their worlds collide, his obsession ignites into something dark and all-consuming. She becomes the one thing he can't control, and he'll stop at nothing to keep her close-even if it means burning everything else to the ground.

Pain. Those 4 words can effect a person mentally and physically. Those 4 words I don't wish on anyone, Aelia.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.