I was eighteen. He was thirty-one. He was my first. And whether he knew it yet or not, I was going to be his last. After losing the only person who ever felt like home, Trinity is sent from the Bronx to a quiet farm in rural Georgia to live with relatives she barely knows. Everyone tells her it's a chance to heal. She isn't looking for healing. She's just trying to make it through tomorrow. Then she meets Arthur Brandreth. Thirty-one. Her aunt's brother. The man who worked in the farm with his own hands. Quiet. Disciplined. Impossible to read. Arthur keeps everyone at arm's length. Except somehow, not her. He never treats Trinity like she's broken. He never treats her like she's a child. And every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment spent alone blurs the line between comfort and temptation. She knows better than to want him. He knows better than to want her. But grief has a way of making people reach for the one thing they should never have. In a town where everyone believes they're saving Trinity, no one notices she's falling for the one man she can never have. Because some kinds of love heal you. And some ruin you so quietly, you mistake them for fate.

She is the jewel of the ton and my best friend's sister, pledged to a Duke whose title far outweighs my own. To love her is a folly; to claim her would be my ruin. ENGLAND, 1817 - HAWTHORNE HALL, DERBYSHIRE Nicholas Hale was raised in the shadow of privilege-close enough to power to be trusted, but never close enough to belong. He grew up beside Frederick Ashbourne, bound by loyalty, friendship... and one unspoken command. Stay away from my sister. Isabella was the sun of Hawthorne Hall-beautiful, untouchable, and promised to a future that did not include him. Until Frederick dies. And everything breaks. Now the house is silent. Grief turns to tension. And Nicholas is no longer willing to stay in the shadows. Because Isabella is no longer just forbidden. She is looking at him like she remembers what they almost became. And for the first time- he is not looking away. ⸻ A slow-burn, emotionally charged historical romance about grief, obsession, and the danger of loving what you were never allowed to want. If you like: * forbidden love * brother's best friend * slow-burn tension that becomes unbearable * emotionally intense, character-driven romance Then Hawthorne Hall will ruin you softly.

His mouth finds my throat first, slow, deliberate kisses that make me shiver. "Tell me you still want this," he murmurs against my skin, voice rough, almost pleading. "Tell me even though we both know we shouldn't." I arch up into him, fingers threading through his dark hair. "I want it," I whisper. "I want you. I always have." A low groan rumbles in his chest. His hand slides down my stomach, calloused fingers tracing the edge of my lace before slipping beneath. He doesn't rush-two thick fingers part me slowly, gliding through slick heat, teasing, circling. "Fuck," he breathes, forehead dropping to mine. "You're so wet for me already. Always so ready." I gasp as he sinks deeper, curling just right, stroking that spot that makes my thighs tremble. "Please... don't stop, daddy !" "Stop?" He chuckles darkly, lips brushing mine. "Baby, I couldn't stop now if the world was ending." He adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping slow and deep while his thumb finds my clit in lazy, torturous circles. My hips roll against his hand, chasing more. "You feel so good," I moan softly. "ohh daddy! So much better than when I touch myself thinking about you." His eyes flash, possessive and wrecked. "You think about me when you touch this pretty little pussy?" He thrusts his fingers harder, making me cry out. "Tell me what you imagine." "You," I pant, clinging to his shoulders. "Your mouth... your hands... you inside me. Filling me. Owning me." He growls, withdrawing his fingers just long enough to slick them over my lips. I taste myself as he pushes them into my mouth, watching me suck them clean with hooded eyes. "Good girl," he praises, voice low and dangerous. 💠💠💠 When the man who raised her, the man she has known as her dad her entire life....becomes the one who claims her-slowly, completely, without remorse-everything sacred falls apart. Two sinners commit the ultimate transgression. And neither knows the consequences.

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

*sequel of Mercy* After the tragic 'break-up' that has taken place between Athena and Vincenzo, she went to college to busy herself and distract her from the heartache he caused. It's now a year and a half later, and Athena has returned home for the holidays. She has matured in many ways and promised herself never to be naïve again, to never let someone in her heart that easily. She swore to never succumb to anyone - especially if that someone is named Vincenzo. But as soon as she lays her eyes back on Vincenzo, all that she has promised herself flies out of her mind. She starts doubting all her promises because she knows that she won't be able to resist his charms. And deep down she wonders if she really has moved on from him.

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."

SPICE WARNING! This book will involve smut and rather suggestive themes, please beware and avoid reading if you aren't 16+, thank you! You're young, just turned 21 two weeks ago, lucky you. Your older neighbour David, turned 43 four weeks ago, lucky him. You and your mother Janice live together in a small cabin, in an even smaller Texas neighbourhood named Leatherburn. Everyone knows everyone, no secrets slip past anyone, except maybe yours. You've always had a thing for David Snowip. Even when you were a teen you'd do nothing but fantasise, write down everytime you talked with him, whether that be simply wishing each other a good morning or talking about music. You relished in it all, going home, doing the dirtiest things to yourself to the thought of his face, short videos you managed to get of his voice, even things you had "borrowed" from him, whining at his scent on the item. David had noticed your presence more and more, growing curious about you, why you always seem so eager to talk with him. Clearly your crush is getting out of hand. What will you do about it?

Love is sometimes controllable, sometimes planned, but sometimes it just happens. . . What happens when Karina gets hooked up in a love that shouldn't be? A love that should never be heard! . . Falling in love with your father-in-law to be shouldn't ever be a thought, but we can't just help it sometimes, can we? . . Read up and find out what happens..

*complete* "You're mine and no one else's, are we clear?" he asked looking down on me with an angry expression, I just nodded in fear.

Some people enter your life softly. And some arrive like storms. Beautiful. Dangerous. Impossible to survive untouched. Ophelia Hart thought she was coming to Rosewood Estate for a simple summer vacation with her best friend. She didn't know the storm waiting for her there had a name. Killian Carter. what happens when ophelia spents time alone with Killian Carter who happens to be her friend's father... How things will end when they start a truth and dare game will the night which start with innocent thing will also end with innocence or with ruin... for knowing that dive into the story Ophelia Hart × Killian Carter