Social-recluse Parker Collins doesn't expect to cross paths with the girl whose life he ruined years ago. But in a cold world that's left him bitter time and time again, maybe she's all the sugar he needs. ***** When Sugar Pearce moves into apartment 2B, the last person she expects for an upstairs neighbour is Parker Collins, her high school crush. But he's hardly the popular golden boy that she remembers; now he's a quiet, hard-working lawyer who doesn't like company and doesn't date. So when Sugar keeps running into him, at work and in their steamy apartment laundry room, she can't help but feel that fate is giving them a second chance at love. But is she ready to face the secrets that pulled them apart all those years ago? Is he? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Lydia Carr Content And/Or Trigger Warning: this story examines the PTSD associated with being a survivor of sexual assault. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Noelle N.

mare jade wants to destroy him. he fears he might let her.

❛ i think i want you in my life forever. ❜ book three. ❪ number five x fem.reader ❫

❛ my whole sky only craves your star. ❜ book two. ❪ number five x fem.reader ❫

❛ it was always you. ❜ book one. ❪ number five x fem.reader ❫

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."