After landing a secretary job at a luxury mechanic shop, Imogen Roberts is shocked to find out that her billionaire boss is the handsome stranger she had a steamy one-night stand with a month before. And the kicker? She's pregnant with his secret baby...and he doesn't remember her. Season 1 of The Mechanic *** The last time Imogen Roberts laid eyes on Jude Dufour, they were tangled up in her bedsheets during the steamiest night of her life. It was fun, oh so sexy, and the best way to take her mind off her struggles to find her footing in the big city. Fast forward three weeks, and she's pregnant. She wasn't planning on seeing Jude ever again, but when a job interview at a high-end mechanic shop lands her straight in his lap once more, everything spirals. How can she tell her new billionaire boss she's pregnant with his child? Especially when Jude seems to have lost all memory of their night together? As Imogen battles with whether to unleash her secret to Jude or keep her mouth shut to keep the job, it's difficult to deny the spark that still flickers between them. But does Imogen belong in Jude's lavish world? And will dramas from Jude's past get in the way of their future?

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?