Zach Westbrook was my best friend-and the boy I'd secretly loved since forever. Until he said the one thing I was never supposed to hear. So I did what any heartbroken, humiliated girl would do. I ghosted him. Ditched the university we both planned to attend. And left without looking back. Our friendship ended the day I left town. Or so I thought. Three years later, I'm back. Not because I want to be, but because family comes first-and unfortunately, that means transferring to Ridgewater University. The same school Zach owns like a second skin. Still hot. Still cocky. Still the campus golden boy with a hockey stick. And still the last person I want to deal with. But I'm not the shy, awkward girl he used to know. I've changed. I've moved on. I'm no longer the girl who used to follow him around like a lost puppy. This time, I'm not the one getting benched.

When you say "book club," one would normally think of books- of course -coffee and tea; sometimes even classical music softly playing from a well-kept jukebox in the corner, which Mrs. Linda doesn't wanna get rid of due to the sentimental value that has aged with it. That's a proper book club, yeah? Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you, this isn't it. This one... well, hold my hand while I tell you this- it's a rabbit hole. A book club where candles aren't used for setting the mood, nor are words used to merely discuss the contents of a novel. Elijah's book club is a madhouse, more sinful than all nights in Vegas combined, certainly not as angelic as his name. Story recommendations are handed out with a pair of gloves, and book reviews are given with a set of cuffs to every willing pair of the night. They say that billionaires tend to have healthy reading habits, right? Then why didn't anybody inform me that these so-called tycoons write financial books yet drown themselves in leather-bound smut, reenacting the scenes like rabid dogs losing control of their minds? To top it all off, I already signed the contract without reading every clause, thinking that being an assistant organizer was something a normal college girl could handle. I guess... good luck to me? I should get ready- after all, book club starts at ten.

Professional Desires Series 01 Madeline, a narcotics specialist detective, lives a life of quiet contentment behind carefully built walls. After a buy-bust operation goes sideways, she comes face to face with Axton, her ex-boyfriend, who introduces himself as the new police captain of their department. Working together, they try to bury the past under duty and discipline. But the more they keep their emotions out of the way, the harder it becomes to ignore what never truly disappeared.