Belladonna (beh•luh•do•nuh) -it means beautiful lady in Italian. Coincidentally it's also the name of a deadly plant known as nightshade, which has deep purple flowers and poisonous black berries. ꨄ A new city, new school, a total new everything. Birdie Spine is starting her very first day of her junior year of college on the west coast. Far away from everyone she's ever known. She's excited for a new start and to get away from everything she's ever known until she suddenly isn't anymore. Dazzling hazel eyes ruin it all. Or at least she imagines that it's all ruined. This woman with dazzling hazel eyes is her professor-her most Important professor. Are Birdie and this woman able to keep it professional together since they both know their interactions are far from professional or is it just too strong to be held together? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

The streets don't love her like she does. ⚠️Mature/ New Adult (18+) Copyright © 2025 by LezLane All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or scholarly works.

Nova had always thought that love was never meant for her. From pathetic high school boys to arrogant frat guys, romance had always felt more like a nuisance than a dream. She wasn't looking for it, and she sure as hell didn't need it. Until it appeared in the most unexpected place: Her unpredictable, and impossibly cold chemistry professor. Love wasn't supposed to look like this. It wasn't supposed to be off-limits And it definitely wasn't supposed to be with a women. But love doesn't care about rules, and Nova's about to break every single one them. ─────────────── Fully edited and revised - June 2026.

Kameryn Lee has always existed just out of reach-of fame, of expectation, of being truly known. Elara Bennett has spent years being everything everyone needed-until she no longer recognizes herself. When their lives intertwine, it happens quietly. In shared glances. In late-night conversations. In the spaces where words fall short.

~Sequel to If Only~ Seven years have passed since Alison Greystone last saw her. At twenty-seven, Alison has built a quiet, gentle life. She writes, teaches, and cares for her family-pouring her love into everyone but herself. Sweet, steady, and endlessly kind, she tells herself she's healed. That she's safe. But when she returns, the calm Alison has so carefully tended begins to crumble. The woman who once shattered her heart hasn't forgotten-or forgiven-the past. Her charm hides something darker, an ache that borders on obsession. And Alison, despite every promise she's made to herself, can't look away. Because some loves don't fade with time. They linger in the shadows, waiting for the moment your heart remembers what it was never meant to forget. ༻❁༺ This is the sequel to my first story If Only, which was a TXS story. You do not need to read the first book for this one to make sense, but I do recommend it. Please feel free to comment and vote. I love seeing them! 💕

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

Sasha Morozova isn't a woman you cross. CEO by day, predator by nature, she rules with fear, power, and a carefully measured cruelty. Her world is one of control, contracts, and blood - and she never fails. Then comes Talia Navarro. Frail, pale, trembling... a prisoner dropped into Sasha's den. Every moment is a test, every breath a gamble. But Talia's purpose was unexpectedly altered - she wasn't the prisoner who should have been sent to Sasha. Now, instead of finding the 'right' prisoner, Sasha will make sure to use Talia to her own advantage. A wedding awaits, and in exchange, the key to an empire. Dark, twisted, and intense, this story isn't about a happily ever after. It's about control, obsession, and the dangerous dance between two people who shouldn't belong together - and yet, somehow, can't stay apart. Trigger warning: contains violence, psychological manipulation, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. 🏅 mascxfem 🏅 femxmasc 🏅 domesticnoir

When nineteen-year-old Emilia starts her first year at university, she's determined to leave her past behind and finally prove she belongs somewhere. Architecture was supposed to be her fresh start-a place to disappear into floor plans and future dreams. But then there's her. Professor Sophia Voss. Brilliant. Composed. Distant. Untouchable. Until she isn't. Drawn to each other by something neither of them dares to name, Emilia and Sophia find themselves trapped in a connection that defies logic, rules, and every boundary they swore they'd never cross. What begins in silence soon turns into stolen glances, late-night thoughts, and moments too intimate to forget. But secrets don't stay quiet forever-and the line between right and wrong begins to blur. __________________ A slow-burning, emotional story about forbidden love, identity, and the parts of ourselves we hide-until someone sees them.

Just as Annabeth's hands reached to grab the back of her jacket, Sonya pivoted smoothly, one arm coiling around Annabeth's waist like a whip. There was a sharp gasp-Annabeth's-and then her spine slammed against the edge of the bar, the breath knocked clean from her chest. Sonya's forearm pressed hard across her collarbone, pinning her in place with infuriating ease. "If you wanted my attention, sugar, all you had to do was ask," Sonya murmured, her voice sultry and rough, lips inches from Annabeth's. "Get off me," Annabeth snarled, squirming beneath her hold. Sonya arched a brow, leaning in even closer until her body molded against the younger woman's-thigh to thigh, hip to hip. "You're feistier than the girls next door," she whispered against the shell of Annabeth's ear, her breath hot. "Careful now, Anna. I've always had a thing for resistance." Annabeth jerked against her, face twisting in rage. "Let. Me. Go. You stink of whiskey and whores," she spat, kicking against Sonya's shin. Sonya didn't flinch. "Say please," she drawled, her voice silk and steel, utterly unbothered. "Manners go a long way in this town." "Never," Annabeth hissed.

But Sutton's patience ran thin. With a sharp motion, she lowered herself, pressing her forearm against Maeve's shoulders to pin her firmly in place against the desk. "Move one more fucking time," she hissed, her breath hot against Maeve's ear, "and I'll keep you here all day, begging me to touch you." Grabbing Maeve's jaw with her other hand, Sutton turned her head sharply, forcing Maeve to meet her piercing gaze. "Is that clear? Or do I need to dumb it down for you?" she taunted, her fingers digging into Maeve's flushed cheeks, her grip unrelenting. Maeve's wide eyes darted nervously, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. She nodded fervently instead, the weight of the moment stealing any semblance of speech. "Smart girl," Sutton murmured approvingly, her voice a low purr as she released Maeve's jaw. She straightened, smoothing her shirt with an air of composure as her eyes roved over Maeve's now-still form. BOTH CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS AND FULLY CONSENTING This is kinky- Content warning: Spanking, degradation, praise, hair pulling, age gap, you get the shtick Written by Tzipora Rosen Edited by Leah Catherine Benton 🏆 #1 mascxfem