"I don't fuck girls who can't listen," she carefully whispered, pulling back to gauge my narrowed reaction before she continued, "Maybe be a good girl next time." And just like that she went to pull away. Well, that was before I wrapped my toned legs around her torso and roughly pulled her back into me. Again, I hate being told no. ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ After getting involved with Noa Vitali, a mafia boss to whom her older brother was an underboss to, Lunden Spade finds herself striking up an explicit deal, piquing both of their interests. Will Lunden find her limits being pushed entirely too far for her liking? And more importantly... Will she like it?

Forbidden things are like a beautiful hypnotizing magnet. Once you get pulled in, it's hard to pull back. But maybe I liked being pulled in, especially if it was by her.

College football star Reid Donahue's comeback is documented by sports media head Jo Lawrence, but as sparks fly between them, Jo must navigate both her career ambitions and growing attraction to the reserved athlete. *** When college football superstar Reid Donahue is ready for a comeback following a gruesome injury, the university tasks their head of sports media for a season-long piece on Reid's return to glory. Jo Lawrence knows that doing this piece is her in for a post-grad job at ESPN and is determined to make her way through a notoriously male-dominated industry. But Reid - reserved and withdrawn since his injury - is making things difficult for Jo at every turn...including the wind sprints her heart seems to do every time he looks at her across the football field. *** [2024 WATTY WINNER] [Wattpad HQ pick January 2025 & June-July 2025] [6x featured story] [18+] Copyright 2023-2025 | Taylor Romagnoli [moonraess]

~•~ 26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community. 23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and is unfortunately Connor's neighbor. Connor moves into the huge and gorgeous house right next to Serena's own big and beautiful home. The pair immediately form a growing hatred for one and other when Connors first "house warming party" involves blasting music at 2 am and his guest puking in her petunia's. He's a bad boy party animal, and she likes her quiet where she can stay inside and read all day. Nothing in common at all. In fact complete opposites. Yet, Connor can't seem to get the outline of Serena's perfect curves out of his lustful thoughts and Serena finds herself fantasizing about Connor's chiseled body on top of hers. Sexual tensions and ever growing lust sets the two a flame with desires they wish they could ignore.

Captain of the hockey team and arrogant womanizer Weston has nothing in common with Gracie, a carefree musical theatre nerd who doesn't mind having dirty laundry on the floor. After accidentally becoming roommates, all hell breaks loose. The two enter an all-out war filled with pranks and...some flirtatious tension? The goal = make each other's lives so miserable until one of them eventually moves out. Gracie isn't backing down, but unfortunately, neither is Weston.

Everyone who works within the New York Warriors organization knows that star player August Fletcher refuses to talk to most people...and especially team reporters. All except Quinn Castle, that is. Quinn doesn't know why the broody football player has singled her out, but she knows she doesn't like it-not when being around him and his hot gazes makes her feel like she might accidentally do something that risks her career. So when August unexpectedly retires, Quinn can't help but feel relieved...until she finds herself with a new assignment: spend the summer in August's hometown on Evergreen Isle and write a flashy retirement piece on the Warrior's biggest star. It would be easy enough...if it weren't for the team's secret agenda: convince August to return to New York. It would be easy enough...if it weren't her job on the line if she doesn't see it through. It would be easy enough...if it weren't for the heat in August Fletcher's eyes.