I will come back and update this description as the story unfolds but this is a story you should go in blind and without spoilers but for now. Some love stories don't begin with a choice. They begin with timing.

foun·da·tion noun a basis (such as a tenet or principle) upon which something stands or is supported. Birdie Buchanan has always felt wrong in this world. Sensitive. Different. Odd. Weird. Too much. Until she moved to Mercy Ridge and met Liam Durant. Liam's never seen Birdie as strange, he sees her as brilliant and beautiful, exactly who she is meant to be. When Liam's absent father was trying to earn back his family's trust, Birdie steadied him. When Birdie's senses overwhelm her, Liam is there to quiet the world. They were each other's foundation. Then college changes everything. Birdie is swallowed by loneliness and the exhausting effort of trying to fit into a world that refuses to understand her neurodivergence. Every whisper, every stare, every cruel joke pulls her further from the one person who ever made her feel safe. Liam feels so far away, thriving in his new world she doesn't belong in. Liam is putting on a good front as the rising college basketball star with the NBA in his sights. He doesn't want anyone to know that he's completely breaking under pressure. He's failing all of his classes, the sport that once defined him has become a prison he can't escape, and his teammates slowly reveal just how cruel they can be. Liam tries to take it all on his shoulders, remembering the future he has planned for him and Birdie. When a prank meant to humiliate nearly becomes a tragedy, Liam is forced to face the truth of what his silence has cost nearly cost him. But will it be too late for Birdie? No cheating. Guaranteed happily ever after. BOOK 2 OF THE MERCY UNIVERSE. BOOK 1: CORNERSTONE BOOK 2: FOUNDATION BOOK 3: BEDROCK *COMING SOON*

I have always lived in his art. I thought I would be eternal, and I never asked what would be left of me when I ceased to be so.

Iris Mercer was never meant to be loved. Not in that marriage. Not by a man like Elliot Graves. It was supposed to be an arrangement. It became a year of shared silence that was never empty, of touches that were careful not to want too much, and a love that grew anyway, stubborn and deep. Then Elliot forgot her. The accident took the year that belonged to her. It left Elliot with memories of another woman, a different life. A life before Iris. He remembers nothing of the marriage that changed him. Iris remembers it all. She watches her husband move through their home in a body that knows her but a mind that does not. She hears Elliot's voice form another man's words. She grieves for a love that existed only in a single, stolen year, because some kinds of love are not repeated. They are built once, and lost forever. This story contains dark themes, emotional trauma, and explicit intimacy. Intended for mature readers.

What would you do if you found out your husband is cheating on you,not only that but his mistress who is also your cousin by the way, is pregnant with his baby?A baby you desperately wanted and trying for years. I think if your entire world is crashing down, the easiest way out is to run and drink your grief away. So that's exactly what I did. Except, never in a million years, I expected my husband's bestfriend, who I hadn't seen in years would be there to comfort me in more ways than one and will follow me all the way back to my city, home and office. Yes, this stubborn man is my company's new client and I don't think I can get rid of him or if I want to. He wants a chance to show me how good it can get.He's dangerously alluring but unfortunately my life is full of drama, giving him a chance would be a mistake or would it? This book is strictly for mature audience🔞 Trigger warning: Contains on page cheating and betrayal. (Not by the main characters), infertility issues and extreme jealousy issues. This story contains a happy ending and multiple POVs.

I was never a woman who believed in promises. They always felt like wishes, soft things people made when they didn't know how else to hold on. Judas Mercer made them anyway. And somehow, he kept every single one. He waited for me when the world didn't. Built a life while I was still learning how to belong to one. Loved me in a way that I could finally trust. What I didn't realize was how much of our life already existed beyond me. How some bonds didn't begin with us but were already settled and familiar. She was a presence that had always been there. The woman from our past and our present woven into the spaces I thought were ours alone, standing there with us all along. Because Judas kept his promises. He just kept his secrets too. ~S~S~R~A~Y~N~E 🦋Perceived cheating 🦋Possessive MMC 🦋Dark romance themes 🦋high spice content

Blurb Born the second twin, Fae was always the shadow-the quiet teacher, the caretaker,,the one who stayed in the shadows and let her siblings shine . When her sister became Luna to a powerful Alpha, she recognised his widowed brother, Blaidd as her own. But he was a man still bound to the memory of his dead mate. For eight long years, she raised his children, kept his home, and did her best to make him see her. But when she discovers the rune carved into his flesh-a witch's mark ensuring she could never bear his child-the truth shatters the last illusion of love. In a public hearing before her Alpha, she asks for what no mated wolf ever has: the right to live her own life. Her courage ripples through the pack, exposing the cracks in every tradition meant to keep her bound. And as she steps beyond her mate's shadow toward a distant land and a craft that calls to her soul, she begins to awaken to the woman she was always meant to be - one carved not from obedience, but from fire, freedom, and forgotten dreams.

They say a woman like me shouldn't love a man like him. I'm too loud. Too volatile. Too willing to burn everything down just to make a point. But Matthias Moretti didn't pick me for my sweetness. He picked me because I'm the only woman in this cursed city who can take his violence, match his obsession, and ride him like owning him is a birthright. He was supposed to be a holiday sin I'd laugh about later, a sweat-soaked distraction I used to bury my past. Then one savage little truth blew the floor out from under me and everything we built. Now he's tearing apart his own empire trying to drag me home, razing anything that stands between us. He shouldn't worry. I'm not hiding. I'm waiting.