When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

Trapped in a loveless marriage to ruthless lawyer Marcus Lawson, Cassandra has spent years as nothing more than a pawn in her family's business deal. Controlled, silenced, and bound by duty, she's resigned herself to a life without love-until Lydia Taylor, a newly hired young housekeeper, enters Cassandra's world. What begins as an unlikely friendship soon ignites into forbidden romance, awakening Cassandra to passion, defiance, and the terrifying possibility of freedom. But breaking free comes at a cost, and in a world where love is a transaction, will she risk everything, including her safety, for a chance at true love?

A young attorney, Queenth Rowland, with no experience in a large setting of a law firm, finds herself employed by a woman as cold as ice yet contradictory warm as a summer night. The older woman, Amanda Johansson, has almost no regard for anything love until she meets the young and hungry attorney with nothing to lose. Conflicts, lust, passion and fear are the driving force of this beautiful "love" story. Will they stay? Or Find love in other people? Or will they mend their lives just to be with each other?...Find out on the next chapters, every Monday. Take this ride with me as I am with you, perhaps we can finish this book together. Xoxo, Yasmine.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. " ♡ To Isabella Woods, life was heading in the same expected direction: straight A's, perfection, a normal social life, and stability. The last thing she could have ever expected was a professor who would tear her down and treat her differently from all of the rest. Professor Kloss had no intention of inflating her infuriating student's large ego as everyone had room for improvement. She was content with her life no matter how lonely it felt. She was cold and dismissive the two of them were up for a challenge. Who would break first? Who would overcome and outwit the other? But what would happen when they realized the frustration would grow to something else? Could Isabella melt her? Can Val and Isabella overcome their hate and see each other differently? What happens when Isabella catches feelings for her Professor? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way? *THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I AM NOT ENCOURAGING FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIPS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT*

Teacher x student wlw -Slowburn- On a regular shift at the bookstore, Maeve helps a woman find a book. The woman is definitely beautiful with her long brown hair, green eyes, impeccable style and she likes reading. As Maeve finishes helping the said woman, she asks her out and gets rejected. What she doesn't is that the woman is none other than Jennifer Walker. Maeve's AP English teacher for the school year to come... Warnings: Mental health issues (anxiety/anxiety attacks/ocd) Smut Possible violence Use of drugs/alcohol

Elizabeth/Ms. Wilson 30 University professor during the day, HOT mafia boss bitch at night Lily Smith 23 Student who (eventually) is so unbelievably smitten for her Ladies, it's got the age gap, the teacher x student, mafia boss, enemies to lovers, tension, slow burn, "who did this to you", "touch her and I'll kill you", stargazing where one admires the actual sky and says it's beautiful while the other one agrees yet her eyes are only on the girl beside her, angry love confessions in the rain, tooth rotting fluff and the HOTTEST sex ever. And so much more. It's got every single trope I know my desperate little loves need ;) ~ ACTUAL SUMMARY: Lily hates her. She hates that smug look on her face when she walks into the classroom like she owns the place. She hates the smirk that appears on those devastatingly beautiful, plump, soft looking lips whenever she catches Lily's eyes ogling her. She hates her cold, commanding tone. Her to-die-for body. Her breathtaking hazel eyes. The way she sounds so hot when speaking French. The way she rests her pen between her mouth while she reads over exams which ignites a burning jealousy in Lily of said pen between sinful lips. So yeah, Lily very much hates her. It doesn't help that Ms. Wilson is the meanest, coldest bitch to ever set foot on earth and is hell bent on making Lily's last semester unbearable. But in between their heated arguments, shared glances, and mutual feelings of hatred, lies secrets neither of which are prepared to unravel. Ms. Wilson. Her university professor during the day. But the leader of the most deadly mafia at night? Could she get any hotter? Ehem I mean terrifying? As they both become apart of each other's lives without meaning to, lines begin to blur and feelings rise to surface. But along with the million other reasons why Lily SHOULD walk away, only one makes her heart ache unbearably. I surpassed my word limit so I guess you'll just have to read and find out what ;)

A slow-burn, taboo, age-gap romance about timing, temptation, and the quiet pull of the unexpected When Rowan transfers to an architect university, hoping for a quiet reset. She doesn't expect to click so effortlessly with Liana, a fellow student with a brilliant mind, a messy sketchbook, and a tendency to adopt people without asking. But Liana's world comes with something else. A home that feels too beautiful to belong to a college student and a mother who seems too poised, too self-assured, too observant to ignore. Liana's mother is everything Rowan doesn't understand yet, very composed, magnetic, and unsettling in ways that linger long after she leaves the room. Their connection is subtle at first. A glance. A pause. A conversation that feels heavier than it should. As Rowan becomes more entangled in Liana's world, she finds herself drawn to the one person she was never supposed to notice. The boundaries blur. The silences deepen. And the question of what's right becomes far more complicated than she ever imagined. My Other Books; Miss Blackwood Power, passion, and secrets. Love that demands everything. Aphrodite -My Tail Leads Me To You When divine desire calls, the heart follows its own mysterious path. - Sequel- Mrs. Blackwood. The Silent Confession. Thirsting For Her. ©2025

Athena Sinclair, 37, is cold, distant and shady. She has her walls are built strong, bricks of secrets and mystery untold. Nobody gets in and she never gets out, especially after finding out that her ex wife cheated for two years of their marriage. What will happen when she stumbles across Rosetta (21), a calm and happy student whose aura only irritates her? How can one person be so full of joy? Or is this a façade? Rosetta puts up a front outside of her home. After her dad died, her family life went down hill. How much is too much and what will happen when prim and proper Rosie begins to fall for her ice queen of a teacher? TW: SA Alcohol abuse Smut/ BDSM Age gap Abuse