The Criminal and His Runaway ❦ an enemies to lovers slowburn. . . . Helena left a world of polished lies, thinking freedom would be gentle. It wasn't. It looked like Elias Ashford. He hates her. She hates him. But nothing fuels chemistry like shared walls, sharp words- and the slow, dangerous shift from enemies to something much worse. . . . Not a single dull chapter ;) Warning: Suggestive content Slowburn Morally grey male lead You've been warned. Happy Reading!

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

"Maybe, we can take a break from studying?" Matteo asked. "And do what? Dance?" Isabelle laughed. "No. Maybe I can teach you something. Something more interesting?" "Huh? what do you mean-" He slammed his lips into me and lifted me up, giving me butterflies. I wrapped my legs around his muscular waist as he pressed my back into the bookshelf behind us and used one hand to hold me up and the other on the side of my cheek. He pressed his hard cock onto my desperate pussy. I moaned in satisfaction into the kiss and he moved everything on the desk, laying me on it. "Wait, aren't there people here?" Isabelle pulled away from the kiss looking at his now swollen lips. "No Isabelle, I rented the library for the day. That's why no one is here. Not even the librarian." He pressed his lips back onto mine and gave me butterflies, again. "Please tell me you're mine, Isabelle. I am yours, now you say it." Matteo pressed light kisses to my neck. "I am yours, Matteo. All yours." "All mine." _______________________ #11 in library - March 30th, 2025 #10 in intimate - April 19th, 2025 #5 in tutor - May 21st, 2025 #4 in private school - May 21st, 2025 #27 in lust - May 21st, 2025 #9 in intimate - May 21st, 2025 #1 in tutor - May 22nd, 2025 #1 in intimate - May 30th, 2025 #2 in intimate - June 11th, 2025 ---------------- THIS IS MY DEBUT BOOK !!!

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚? 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞." - Mila Ellis already knew senior year was going to suck. Getting a football player suspended for harassing her made sure of that. Now there's lube in her locker, panties left on her porch, and half the town treating her like the villain for daring to stand up for herself. In Texas, football players are basically gods, and Mila just committed the unforgivable sin of embarrassing one of them. She thought the whispers and humiliation would be the worst of it. Then Kade Mercer noticed her. Star quarterback. Golden boy. The guy everyone worships. But behind the charming smile and perfect reputation is something far darker. Kade doesn't just want Mila embarrassed. He wants her afraid. Obsessed. Broken. And in a town where nobody likes her and nobody believes her, Mila quickly realizes she's the perfect target for his twisted games. She survived their first encounter barely breathing. Now all she wants is for Kade Mercer to leave her alone. Too bad he's decided she belongs to him. - - dark bully romance - taboo dynamics - sexual content (18+ advised)

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞-𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫. explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

He promised to be the perfect gentleman. She promised to ruin him. Shreyash is the ultimate gentleman every parent wants. He is polite, intelligent, respectful, and blushes very easily. Back in college, he was the untouchable, brilliant senior and also Adhira's brother's best friend. Now, he's Adhira's husband, and he is determined to treat her with the utmost patience, care, and gentlemanly restraint. There's just one problem, Adhira is determined to be a thorn in his gentlemanly ways. Stubborn, demanding, and utterly unapologetic, Adhira knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants is for her shy, tightly wound husband to finally snap. From deliberate teasing under the family dining table to cornering him against locked bedroom doors, she is on a relentless, sensual mission to completely shatter his polite boundaries. As Adhira pushes him closer and closer to the edge, and once the senior finally surrenders control... there is no going back. Tropes: Brother's best friend Popular girl x Smart Topper guy Badgirl x Goodboy (in bed) Virgin x Virgin

"𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬" Selena was seventeen when the mafia took everything from her. Her freedom. Her future. They raised her to become their perfect assassin, teaching her how to fight, how to kill, and never ask questions. Years later, they gave her an assignment to kill the most dangerous man in the under world. Go undercover as a stripper. Get close to Dante Moratti. Make him fall for her. Then kill him. Simple. At least it was supposed to be.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"