Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

Sometimes, home isn't a place-it's a person. Amara Lune has built her life on movement-between jobs, between dreams, between people who never stay long enough to matter. At twenty, she knows how to survive. How to smile when she's exhausted. How to make everything look lighter than it feels. What she doesn't know... is how to let anyone see what's underneath. Isadora Laurent has spent years perfecting stillness. At forty-two, her world is controlled, structured, and carefully untouched by anything she cannot manage. Success came easily. Control came naturally. And love-love became something she learned to live without. When their worlds collide, it isn't dramatic. It isn't instant. It's quiet. A conversation that lingers a little too long. A presence that becomes difficult to ignore. A connection neither of them planned... and neither of them knows how to handle. Because Amara doesn't stay. And Isadora doesn't let people in. But somewhere between distance and closeness, between restraint and longing, something begins to shift. And for the first time in a long time- they both find themselves wondering what it might mean... to finally feel at home.

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.

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 ]

~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! 💕

Sloane Hart comes to a quiet city to write music. She finds a café instead. And a woman behind the counter who looks at her like she's nobody special. For the first time in years, that's exactly what she needs. Asha Morgan has her son, Ethan, her shifts, and no interest in anything else. She isn't looking for complicated. Neither of them are looking for this. Off Camera is a slow burn WLW celebrity/non celebrity romance. Has been: #1 nonfamous #1 women #1 slowburn #1 womanxwoman #1 lesbianromance #5 love *Ethan is autistic. I have written him largely from my own experiences, and I hope that comes across authentically on the page. That said, neurodivergence is highly individual, and autistic people can experience the world in many different ways. As such, some readers may strongly relate to Ethan's experiences, while others may not. I hope his story resonates with some and thank you for reading with an open mind.*

| teacher x student | wxw | slow burn | When 19-year-old Lena James enters English Literature class, she expects nothing special. Instead, she meets Ms. Sinclair her cold, sharp-tongued British literature teacher. Elegant, cutting, and unbearably superior. From the very first lesson, the 34-year-old woman seems to take pleasure in dismantling Lena's every opinion with cruel precision. Lena hates her. She hates the condescending red marks on her essays, the raised eyebrow that makes her feel small, and the way Ms. Sinclair lingers in her thoughts long after class ends. But hate this intense has a way of twisting into something far more dangerous. With a strict 15-year age gap and an unbreakable teacher-student boundary, their slow-burning tension threatens to break every rule both in literature and in real life. Some lessons aren't taught kindly. And some hatreds taste too much like desire. "Ms. Sinclair's Secret"

Francesca Grey thought she'd finally escaped the perfect little town that never really knew her. Three years in Los Angeles taught her how to breathe again - how to be invisible, free, and entirely her own. But when an invitation arrives for her father's wedding - to a twenty-one-year-old woman she's never met - Frankie finds herself driving back toward the life she swore she'd left behind. What she doesn't expect is for the return to stir everything she thought she'd buried - memories of her mother, the weight of who she used to be, and the quiet ache of belonging she's never quite found. And then there's her. Someone unexpected. Someone who sees her in the way the town never could - not as who she was, but who she might still become. In a town where every face remembers her past, Frankie must decide whether home is a place she escaped... or a person she's just beginning to know.

When red-haired, hard-working college student Mattea Eaton gets caught in a wild game of truth or dare, she never imagines it will change her life. On a whim, she's dared to text five random numbers, and after a few drinks, she forgets all about it. Until a reply arrives at 2:17 a.m. The woman on the other end is Cecilia Callas. A reclusive billionaire whose messages are razor-sharp, intimate, and unsettlingly perceptive. As their late-night conversations stretch from curiosity into obsession, Mattea begins to sense the fractures beneath Cecilia's polished power. Glimpses of violence, loss, and a past that refuses to stay buried. What begins as a reckless dare becomes a dangerous attachment, and as Mattea is drawn deeper into Cecilia's world of wealth and secrets, she must decide how much of herself she's willing to sacrifice.