I spent twelve years loving Mason Hayes. Twelve summers. Twelve birthdays. Twelve years of almosts. The problem wasn't that he didn't know. The problem was that he did. He just never realised what it was costing me. When Mason arrives at our annual lake house vacation with a girlfriend on his arm, I finally understand something I should have learned years ago: Sometimes loving someone isn't enough. So I leave. And for the first time in his life, Mason has to figure out what it means to lose me. A grovel-to-HEA romance about unrequited love, heartbreak, and finally choosing yourself.

In emergency medicine, the golden hour is the crucial sixty-minute window after a traumatic injury-the brief span of time when the right care can mean the difference between life and death. Dr. Mason Carpenter lives for that hour. At St. Mary's Trauma Center, he is the golden boy of the Emergency Department. He's brilliant and calm under pressure. He's also addicted to the adrenaline, the thrill, and the absolute rush of saving patients knocking on death's door. At home, he's a devoted husband to his high school sweetheart-the love of his life-Honey. Or, he used to be. Honey Carpenter has loved Mason since they were fourteen, when he was the gangly boy with hearts in his eyes who stumbled through asking her out for ice cream. She stood beside him through medical school, residency, crushing debt, sleepless nights, and every sacrifice it took to build the life they dreamed about. Now Honey is pregnant with their first child. And Mason is married to his work. He misses ultrasound appointments, pregnancy milestones, and the baby shower. Worst of all, he is never there to support Honey through an increasingly difficult pregnancy. No matter how many times she tells him she is lonely, exhausted, and afraid, Mason gives her the same answer. "They need me." But Honey needs him too. As her pregnancy progresses and she feels something is deeply wrong, her doctor dismisses her symptoms as first-time-mom jitters. Her husband is too busy saving strangers to see his own wife fading away. Until Honey collapses at home and is rushed into Mason's emergency room, fighting for both her life and their daughter's. Mason must reckon with what he was chasing, what he ignored, and what his absence may cost him-the woman he loves more than anything. Now, the golden hour belongs to Honey. And Mason may already be too late. 💛 Marriage In Trouble 💛 Grovel 💛 High School Sweethearts 💛 No cheating 💛 Workaholic Doctor MMC x Neglected Pregnant Wife FMC 💛 Redempti

It started with a key. A simple, harmless gesture or so he said. Christina was just his childhood best friend. The girl who "had always been there." The one he trusted. The one he couldn't turn away. And I tried. I tried to be understanding. I tried to be secure. I tried to believe that love meant trust. But how do you trust when another woman walks into your home like she belongs there? When she knows his silences better than you do? I'm not losing him in loud, obvious ways. I'm losing him in glances. In quiet moments. In the space where I used to exist. Now, we live under the same roof. Him. Me. And the girl who was "never supposed to be a problem." But the worst part? He still calls her his best friend. And I'm starting to feel like the other woman in my own marriage.

For eighteen months, Samara has loved Luke wholeheartedly. She's ignored the uncomfortable feelings, swallowed her doubts, and convinced herself that Ari, Lukes sister's best friend was simply part of the package. Ari has always been there. Always taking up more space in Luke's life than any "friend" should. And every time Samara questioned it, Luke had an excuse ready. Ari was just blunt, Ari didn't mean anything by it. Ari was family. Ari had always been around. Then one recorded conversation is sent to Samara. TROPES: OWD Female Best Friend Sisters Best Friend Overheard (sent recording) TW: Body shaming - will be renaming this but needed to get this story out of my head

Ivy grew up in a poor neighborhood where gangs are part of her everyday life. She's stayed as far away from it. After losing a close friend in high school to gang involvement, she's been careful to keep her life quiet, safe, and on the outside of anything dangerous. But without her knowing, she's already been noticed. Cassio is the head of the city's most powerful gang; someone people don't talk about directly, even though everyone knows his name. He's built on control, reputation, and fear... until Ivy. For reasons he doesn't fully understand, he becomes fixated on her and starts watching from a distance, stepping in where he shouldn't, and quietly inserting himself into her world. Ivy thinks she's successfully stayed out of that life. She doesn't realize she's already into it. Can she escape the world that has taken so much from her, or will the beauty and danger of the man who has taken her keep her there?

We were friends with benefits. Reed would stop by every time he was in Anchorage, and that was the extent of things, although I started to want more. Then he ended our arrangement, and I suspected there was another woman, but it wasn't until I overheard a conversation that I understood completely. He thought I was calling and texting because I couldn't take no for an answer. That wasn't my problem at all. Two blue lines were.

Havenwood #2 What should your fiance do when you called him because you crashed his favourite car? Ask how are you, if you're hurt, if you called 911 and more concerned filled words. What did he say though? He exploded, frustratedly, without asking me if I was severely hurt. I wasn't then, but I got hurt by the man my car bumped with, who beat me up thoroughly bad, I fainted right after. I always knew he loved his cars more than anything, but his words wounded me more than the man who attacked me. And with one horrifying incident I could see things clearly now. Maybe I had mistaken value all along, thinking I mattered more than his cars.

Molly had a great job, a serious boyfriend, and a quiet life in San Francisco. Then Bruce's stepsister thought it would be hilarious to fill out the internal transfer form on Molly's work laptop while Bruce watched. By the time Molly saw the confirmation email, the visa was already processing. The contract was signed. There was no undoing it. She was moving to London. When she demanded Bruce fix what his sister broke? He asked her to apologize. To Crystal. For being upset. So Molly left a note on his kitchen counter - Good Joke! - and got on the plane.

Emily Calloway runs the village surgery of Dr. Hartley and Dr. Hargrove with quiet, unfailing competence and asking for very little in return.'What would I do without you?' Dr. Hargrove says more than once. But when a beautiful blonde arrives at the surgery one afternoon with monogrammed luggage and every appearance of belonging at Dr. Hargrove's side, Emily discovers there are some heartbreaks no amount of discipline can keep neatly contained, and Dr. Hargrove will discover exactly what life without Emily Calloway is like. This is a vintage old school Mills & Boon-style inspired tale, but with a stronger heroine, and a little grovel thrown in.

He saw nothing. The world saw everything. Bronte has loved Dorian Rhodes since she was fifteen. She thought nothing could break his hold on her-until one overheard conversation shatters the illusion and leaves her with nothing but the truth. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Bronte prefers hers on canvas. Dorian Rhodes has always known he would inherit Rhodes Gallery. It's his birthright-even if his father isn't convinced he's ready. When he's finally given the chance to prove himself, curating his own exhibition, failure isn't an option. But one artist refuses to play by his rules. L'Étranger is elusive, captivating, and quickly becoming the most sought-after name in the art world-and the only one who keeps turning him down. What Dorian doesn't realize is that the artist he's chasing is the one he already drove away.