Book 3 of The Legacy Series Sienna Martinez has known Liv Williams her entire life. She watched her grow up. Braided her hair before elementary school. Treated her like the little sister she never had. That's why this is so wrong. Liv isn't little anymore. She's eighteen, confident, and moving into the room right next to Sienna's for her freshman year at UT and she's looking at Sienna like she's been waiting for this moment her whole life. Sienna should walk away. Should keep treating her like Harper's little sister. Should ignore the way her heart races every time Liv smiles at her. But they're living together now. Sharing walls. Sharing spaces. And Sienna is running out of places to hide. Harper is Sienna's best friend. Has been since they were born. She trusts Sienna with everything including her little sister. If Harper found out, she'd never forgive her. If anyone found out, everything would fall apart. But Liv knows exactly what she wants. And she's not giving up. "You're my best friend's sister." "I know." Some desires are too dangerous to resist. [18+ sapphic romance | best friend's sister | age gap (22/18) | forbidden relationship | forced proximity | living together | slow burn tension | family dynamics | The Legacy Series - can be read standalone]

Twenty-four-year-old Clementine Bailey has spent her whole life working sunup to sundown on the Bailey farm. Feeding animals, fixing fences, harvesting crops, doing the work everyone expects her to. The dependable farmer's daughter with dirt on her boots, a soft smile, and a secret she's carried since she was sixteen. She's been in love with FinLeigh Drayton, pastor's daughter, town sweetheart, and her best friend, for eight long years. FinLeigh has spent her entire life trying to be perfect. The perfect Christian, the perfect daughter, the perfect fiancée. Courting Everett Bishop, the golden boy from one of the founding families should feel right. Everyone says it is. But every kiss leaves her cold, every touch makes her flinch, and every whispered prayer begging God to make her "normal" goes unanswered. Because the only time she's ever felt anything real- was with Clementine.

Eight years ago, Renata Vitali disappeared without warning. No explanation, and certainly no goodbye. Amara said goodbye to her at boarding school like everything was fine and by the time she got home for winter break, Renata was just... gone. Her number? Dead. Her socials? Deleted. Like she'd never existed. Amara Morrison learned quickly not to get attached to anything that could leave. In turn, she built something else instead. Control, structure, and a career that leaves no room for loose ends. Now, she's one of the youngest rising attorneys at LA's most ruthless firm. And Renata? Renata operates in a different world entirely. The kind where power is quiet, influence is inherited, and nothing is ever as simple as it looks. They haven't spoken since they were seventeen. Until Renata walks into a Century City conference room, drops a multi-million dollar case on the table, and asks for Amara by name. Only Amara.

Book 1 of Inheritance Series Banks Mitchell has had a plan since she was sixteen Play soccer at UNC, follow in her mother's footsteps, and love Noah Martinez the way she always has steady, certain, safe What she didn't plan for was Ivy Ivy Martinez has spent four years filing away the memory of one kiss that was never meant to mean anything. Banks called it practice. Ivy called it the moment she understood exactly how much trouble she was in. She watched Banks fall for her little brother anyway and told herself that was fine That she was fine She almost believed it They've been best friends their whole lives. Grew up in the same circle, at the same beach house every summer, around the same kitchen tables and their mothers best friends long before either of them took their first breath. Banks and Ivy were unavoidable in every aspect except the one that mattered most Now they're roommates Same apartment. Same walls. Same 2am silences that stretch just a little too long. Ivy knows every version of Banks Mitchell the girl who laughs too loud, cries at Disney movies and will look you dead in the eye and deny it, and has never once in her life slowed down long enough to feel something she wasn't ready for The problem is Banks is starting to feel something she is very much not ready for Noah is 30 minutes away, finishing his senior year, and texting every night like clockwork. Riley Mitchell is coaching right across campus and already sees too much. And Ivy is right there wild and warm and familiar pretending she isn't waiting for something Banks doesn't even know she's capable of giving One kiss was practice This is something else entirely 18+ | sapphic romance | boyfriend sister | roommates | slow burn | forbidden | college | found family | The Inheritance Series

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.

Maxine Crawford had always embraced life on her own terms-calm, reserved and unafraid of any chaos that came with it. But what she never expected was for her return to her local high-school to unravel everything she thought she knew. Annabelle Quinn had always been a quiet, kind hearted, high-school senior, someone Maxine had barely acknowledged growing up. Annabelle was nothing more than her brothers good friend, someone who had always been "off limits" to her. When Maxine begins volunteering at the school, she starts seeing the girl in a new light. Behind those soft eyes, and gentle smiles, there was also a darkness, a web of secrets Anna had kept hidden for years. As Maxine becomes more entangled in Annabelle's world, she finds herself drawn to her, despite every instinct telling her to stay away. Their connection is undeniable, but some bonds are more dangerous than they first appear. (editing in the process)

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. From the outside, everything about her reads as control. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. Her world works because people adjust around her. Until someone doesn't. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend. She observes. She corrects. She endures. And when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not understand each other. They do not want to. Because Soleil doesn't respect boundaries. And Willow doesn't forgive trespass. They were never meant to share a house. But in a city that thrives on performance, the difference between discipline and repression begins to blur...the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

It's Collette's first day of senior year and she already can't wait for it to be over. She's a good student with an even bigger reputation to her teachers, all but one. Valentina Fairbourne is new to teaching in this high school. Bigger pay, smaller classes. What could go wrong? Virtually nothing. But what about one student? Can things remain professional between the two? Strictly teacher and student? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

Belladonna (beh•luh•do•nuh) -it means beautiful lady in Italian. Coincidentally it's also the name of a deadly plant known as nightshade, which has deep purple flowers and poisonous black berries. ꨄ A new city, new school, a total new everything. Birdie Spine is starting her very first day of her junior year of college on the west coast. Far away from everyone she's ever known. She's excited for a new start and to get away from everything she's ever known until she suddenly isn't anymore. Dazzling hazel eyes ruin it all. Or at least she imagines that it's all ruined. This woman with dazzling hazel eyes is her professor-her most Important professor. Are Birdie and this woman able to keep it professional together since they both know their interactions are far from professional or is it just too strong to be held together? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

"Don't come to a strip club looking for love. That shit doesn't belong here." she warned. I knew that she was right. Still, I didn't accept her statement. "But...You're here." ⋆⋆⋆ I was a typical surburan girl before I had met her. She changed me. Whether that was for the better or for the worse is up to you. But ladies and gentlemen, as sure as I was that the moon and the stars would fill the sky every night to put the sun to rest, I was sure that the love of my life was a drugged out stripper. ⋆⋆⋆