Julia Calloway is a 19 year old literature student. She feels more than she can handle, overthinks until it hurts, and often loses herself in the weight of her own empathy. She's emotionally intense, quietly curious, and carries wounds she rarely speaks of. Julia doesn't know how to be anything but honest with her feelings, even when they make her unravel. She's soft, but there's something wild beneath it. A desperate need to be seen and understood. Alexandra Donahue is a 31 year old CEO -sharp, composed, and dangerously intelligent. She mastered the art of restraint. Every move she makes is deliberate, her mind a fortress built from control and careful calculation, from the way she speaks to the way she guards her heart. But beneath her control lies obsession-she doesn't fall in love often, but when she does, it's consuming. She's spent years building walls, unwilling to waste her intensity on someone who won't stay. Alexandra doesn't fall easily, but when she does, it's with terrifying devotion. Julia leads with her heart, even when it leaves her exposed. Alexandra keeps hers hidden, afraid of what might happen if she lets go. Where Julia feels everything, Alexandra questions it all. They shouldn't work-but somehow, they fit in the quiet spaces neither of them shows the world.

"Giana, I let you get away with your disrespect long enough. You do not tell me to shut up. Disrespecting a Moltisanti is like disrespecting God." The shorter woman scoffed as best as she could seeing her air supply was being cut off. "Oh, so you think you're a god now?" Lucia twisted their bodies pressing Giana against the wall with a thud. "Con il modo in cui potrei averti in ginocchio implorando pietà." ["With the way, I could have you on your knees begging for mercy."] \\\\ Giana wanted nothing more than to graduate and finally move far away from her father who was the Mayor of Chicago and the public eye. But during winter break, she finds all her plans are put on hold when she's kidnapped and forced to spend the next few months at the Moltisanti Estate. Updates every other day!

~A Lesbian Novel~ NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE OF PAPERBACK COPIES THROUGH www.lulupublishing.com !!!! (Will soon be available for global distribution.) Book One Earth. A vibrant mirage that now inhabits the apocalyptic, brittle reality that has settled upon our new world. What did we do to deserve this? Perhaps it was the egotistical mindset of those who tried to rule over what wasn't theirs. Whatever it was, it was enough to send those who were once dragged to hell crawling back upwards. This included their abrasive dictators. Survival was now a mere delusion for the human race. Their world had became a vast battle ground for the undead demons that now stood stagnant with high prestige. The Lapsis standing higher than them all, ruled by an acidic and callous queen. Until one assertive, young girl unintentionally threatens to rip the high mistress right off her feet. •book cover made by me. •book will be updated once a month. Hopefully lol. ©2019 by S.R.Hebert

Ranked #12 in girlxgirl |03/23/20| Ranked #6 in Updates |08/20/20| Ranked #2 in kingsandqueens |3/20/22| Trapped inside castle walls, heiress Alessandra Cromwell has never had a "day off" since she and her sisters were adopted by their older cousin, the queen. Thrown into the life of royalty at a young age, she is now faced with the duty of soon being crowned as the new queen of Calibrie. Even though Alessandra's ways aren't always that of a lady. This coronation of course comes with the well known ordeal of an arranged marriage. Except when she meets this unknown partner of her's, "she" is all of what Alessandra hadn't expected. But what happens when dark secrets of the families' past are revealed? Will Alessandra make light of the situation and learn to move forward? Or... oh who are we kidding this is going to be one royal disaster! ~~~ Still in the process of editing. Please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. All photos do not belong to me and are used from internet sources. ©️2018 by S.R.Hebert

When two seasoned FBI agents meet criminal psychology professor Rosalina Marie consulting on a high-stakes case, nothing is quite what it seems. Emily is precise, commanding, and unyielding; JJ is gentle, intuitive, and grounding. Together, they create a space where control, trust, and care intertwine-revealing the delicate balance between strength and vulnerability. For Rosalina, accustomed to managing every detail of life and thought, surrendering control is unfamiliar territory. In this controlled environment, choices are intentional, boundaries are respected, and a new kind of connection emerges-where steel meets silk, and even the strongest walls can soften.

She remembered her scent. It seemed to verify her aura. Her scent was cherry Coke and cigarettes. The latter one was passed onto her, especially after she had handed her her first cigarette only three months ago. Three months was all it took for her to develop that bad habit, but it wasn't the first nor the only one she developed in that period of time. Now she laid on the roof where she had smoked her first cigarette three months ago, and she glanced over at the full can of cherry Coke sitting on the concrete next to her, almost as if it were mocking her. A dull ache formed in her heart, a hollow, resounding ache that penetrated her deepest core. The sudden burning sensation in her fingers made her realize that the cigarette was burned to its very end, and maybe so was she. -♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤- August is attending Cornell University as a creative writing major, and while at a college party her friends dragged her to much to her dismay, she stumbles upon a gang in an alleyway and sees something she shouldn't have. With her life now in danger, she has to deal with the consequences of that night-which includes the leader of the Blue Porcelain gang, Willow, a tall and brooding woman whose green eyes would put the girl in more danger than being caught in a spiderweb of New York gangs ever could. [tw: violence, sex]

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors glasses is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especially with me bent over her desk with my hands held behind my back. "Oh so this..." she trailed off, suddenly running her fingers along my damp underwear, "Is all for someone else?" I drew in a deep breath, feeling the needy ache between my legs grow as she caressed her fingers back and forth against my covered core. "Anyone else," I forced out tightly. ♤ There's a delicate balance between law and order. And Milena Azhari fought ruthlessly for that balance as a defense lawyer, who is on the brink of achieving her lifelong dream... Making partner at her law firm. But she quickly gets lured off track, dipping deeper into the criminal world she once assumed she understood, until it all crumbles away from the surface. Milena's number one priority was always her family, but that quickly lands her face-to-face with her demons and the corruption that binds them. How far is she willing to go for her family? More importantly... how far is she willing to blur the lines of everything she once fought so hard for?

A short Christmas Romance : : : I was enthralled with the crimson frosting, green glitter, and sprinkles as soon as I opened wrapper of my donut. All my concern appeared to dissipate as I nibbled into the delectable pastry, that was, until Darius said. "Can you not moan? It stiffens my cock." I hurled, disgusted by how vile she can be. She was extremely stunning and attractive, but her conduct was not. "Couldn't you not tell me about your little peanut." "Baby, this will put you in a wheelchair," she chuckled, her tone dripping with confident.

BOOK ON HOLD🫶🏽 For the hopeless romantics like myself🤭(start might be a little slow but trust me it's worth it) Scared to feel, scared to love, scared to live. She lost everyone she loved and all drive to have the life she wanted. She's done things that would haunt any person for the rest of there life then she meets her... She's nice, sweet and caring. Her future is clear she knows exactly what she wants until She falls for her. Can she handle all her baggage and heal a heart that she didn't break? When given a chance at love will they take it or leave it... • • • • Story will contain : Lesbians Love Drama Heartbreak Mature content Gang stuff/violence(just a little)