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.

✪ ASHLEY LEE A witty, sharp-minded 21-year-old university student, her intelligence and quick thinking have earned her an assignment unlike any other-a covert mission to investigate a high-profile case entwined with money laundering, smuggling, and trafficking. Amidst this dangerous pursuit, she encounters the enigmatic Prof. Demon, Professor D'Souza-someone destined to be her absolute "not-so-favourite." ✿ MRS. D'SOUZA A 35-year-old university professor of unyielding rigor. Cold, detached, and unfazed by the world, her stoic demeanor alone could silence a room. Emotionless, calculating, and formidable-she is a force few dare confront. ✯ PROLOGUE ✯ In the bustling halls of academia, Ashley Lee walks with a secret. Posing as an ordinary student, she is, in truth, a covert agent tasked with unraveling the hidden darkness lurking within the university's archives. With a trusted friend at her side, she collects fragments of truth, each revelation drawing her closer to the heart of a conspiracy. Yet the path is anything but simple. Enter Professor D'Souza-stern, intimidating, a wall of unyielding control. Their worlds collide: in classrooms, in corridors, in moments neither can predict. Two minds, two perspectives, clashing yet intertwined, as secrets, ambitions, and perhaps something far more fragile begin to weave together. ✷ FOR LOVE, LIKE TRUTH, IS NEVER NEAT-IT IS ALWAYS, UNDENIABLY, MESSY. 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐆𝐁𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

This book may NOT be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author. Camille Rousseau is used to the pressure. As the daughter of a legendary figure skater, she's spent her entire life striving to be the best-pushing herself harder, faster, and farther. But when she's forced to share the ice with Aurora Bennett, Camille's world is turned upside down. Aurora doesn't just glide on the ice; she owns it. Confident, competitive, and effortlessly talented, Aurora is everything Camille hates-everything Camille fears she'll never be. The two are rivals, both driven by the weight of family expectations and their burning need to be the top athlete. But when fate and the rink force them into close quarters, the animosity between them begins to shift into something neither of them can control. Trapped together, their forced proximity ignites a firestorm of tension. Camille can't decide if she wants to throttle Aurora or kiss her. Aurora's confidence rattles Camille's composure, and every touch on the ice sends sparks flying. But as they push each other to new limits, they find that their rivalry is just the beginning of something much deeper, more complicated-and far more dangerous to their hearts.

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman #2 in lesbian #3 in gxg #4 in wlw

Eteri Leclerc is twenty-five, newly hired, and already a little too curious for her own good. Brought on as a communications strategist, she's clever, persuasive, charming even in difficult rooms. Reading tone, subtext, body language - it's what she does. But nothing prepares her for Celeste Fairbourne. Celeste is thirty-eight. One of five division directors at Celeva Biotech. Clinical. Untouchable. Sharp enough to draw blood without raising her voice. Her work in public health strategy has made her powerful; her presence makes people sit straighter. Some call her brilliant. Others, cold. Everyone's careful around her. The first time they meet, Celeste barely looks at her. A flicker of disinterest. It should've ended there - but something makes Celeste turn back. It's slow - until it isn't. One always pulls away. The other always follows. Celeste knows better than to get involved with someone like Eteri - warm, young, obvious. Eteri knows better than to want someone like Celeste - composed, calculating, dangerous. But restraint only lasts so long. What begins as controlled becomes obsessive. What starts in the boardroom ends between tangled sheets. Celeste never promised love. But she gives Eteri pleasure, power, ruin - in equal measure. This is a story about women who wield control until they lose it. About dominance, submission, and everything in between. About soft mouths and sharper rules. Welcome to Project Leclerc. She wasn't supposed to matter. But she did. 𓍼 This is adult fiction intended for a mature audience. It contains: graphic sexual content, emotionally complex power dynamics, an age gap, themes of control and obsession, manipulation, and a slow-burn connection that becomes dangerously addictive. If that's not for you - don't read it. All rights reserved to the author. © @womanonthehill

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

Serenth Lewis is a young woman in her final year of law school. She managed to land an internship at one of the most prestigious firms. Ambitious and confident, she does everything she can to keep her personal life from interfering with her future career as a lawyer. But beneath the strong image and confidence she projects, Serenth is caught in the grip of her father's manipulation and abuse. Liliane Larris is a cold woman who is the CEO of the law firm. She shows no emotion, neither in her face nor in her actions. She is used to keeping everything under control : her posture, her behavior, her secrets. That is, until Serenth walks into her life, shattering her carefully constructed world and awakening emotions she believed she no longer possessed. If there are spelling mistakes, Sorry. 🚬

"Some women are poetry, Others are the cuts they leave behind." ______________ Tara's voice cut through the room like a blade. "I shouldn't have dated a fucking child. You're immature! Do you even realize-?" "I'm not a child," Ishaani snapped back, chest rising, pulse hammering. Tara's eyes narrowed, voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "The way you behave... it shows differently. I never should've been with you-" "I didn't beg you to, bitch," Ishaani shot, defiance in every syllable. Tara whirled, sharp as a whip. "Bitch?" Almost instantaneously spotting her fuck-up, Ishaani let out a breathless, involuntary "Oh-oh." Before she could recover, Tara's hand shoved her firmly against the door, making her spine echo the point. Her Hazel eyes glared like velvet knives. "A Bitch?....Definitely then...." She trailed off, as she let her hands wander along Ishaani's watch, "Fine, I'm the bitch. And you'd be lucky if you even get to sleep on the floor outside this bitch's room tonight." She spat venomously. ______________ What began as a harmless crush on her sister's best friend during a sultry, Delhi summer has ignited into a storm of worship and reverence, Ishaani can no longer pretend to oversee. Not when she forgets how to inhale, if Tara's cruel words and meticulously harsh demeanor isn't the one flipping her down. She met divinity in the eyes of the woman who destroyed her; Every glance, every brush of skin, every teasing word pulls her closer- and Tara Kapoor- political strategist, human right activist and an art curator-may be just as dangerously tempted. What happens when this tapestry of reverence hurls Ishaani into a whirlpool of extreme political vengeance and secrets the whole of Delhi NCR shan't whisper? ______________

In her years of teaching, Lauren Hughes has learned to keep her distance-to stay composed, detached, and professional. But then there's Eve: sharp-tongued, restless, and far too curious for her own good. From the moment they meet, Eve seems intent on pushing boundaries, on pulling Lauren's attention no matter how hard she tries to ignore her. What begins as irritation slowly turns into intrigue, and despite Lauren's best efforts to remain indifferent, she finds herself drawn in. As Eve's fascination grows bolder and Lauren's restraint begins to crack, she's forced to face a truth she's long avoided-that some connections refuse to be ignored, no matter the cost. From: Need a Coffee Miss Hughes?

ON HOLD!!! Aria Bennett has spent years trying to outrun her past - the kind that doesn't leave bruises on skin but scars the soul. She hides it behind essays, late-night shifts, and a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. When she's sent to Dr. Eliza Rowe, a private English tutor known for her elegance and silence, Aria expects another cold academic. What she finds instead is a woman who sees through her - and into her. In Eliza's quiet home, surrounded by books and unspoken grief, lessons turn into something neither of them can name. Every poem becomes a confession. Every word tastes like a secret. Eliza was never supposed to care. Aria was never supposed to feel safe again. But love - especially the forbidden kind - has a way of rewriting even the most tragic stories.