Aurelia Floris only wanted a steady office job-something simple, something normal. But when a mysterious assistant position leads her straight into the world of Kazuya Shota, a wealthy, emotionally distant single father with mafia-level intensity, her life takes an unexpected turn. When his nanny abruptly quits, Aurelia is offered a temporary position caring for his quiet two-year-old daughter, Yuki. What starts as an awkward arrangement soon becomes something more: quiet moments in the kitchen, unspoken glances across the room, and a slow-burning connection neither of them expected. Kazuya is a man used to control, silence, and solitude. Aurelia is all warmth, laughter, and light. As their lives intertwine under one New York City roof, they must navigate cultural differences, emotional wounds, and the pull of a love that's growing louder by the day. But in a world where walls are easier to build than break, can two people from such different worlds truly find a home in each other-and in Yuki's little heart? A slow-burn, heartwarming BWAM romance about love, trust, and finding family in the most unexpected places.

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

She was born to serve. He was born to rule. One glance was all it took to ruin them both. Maya has spent her entire life learning how to disappear. As a palace maid in the Emperor's obsidian halls, her survival depends on being invisible - silent, obedient, and utterly forgettable. She cleans the floors of the throne room, avoids the shadows of the guards, and never, ever , looks up at the man who sits on the burning throne. Until the night she does. Emperor Kaelen is young, merciless, and impossibly beautiful - a golden god carved from ice and fire. The empire whispers that he has no heart. That he collects obedience the way other men collect crowns. That no one has ever held his gaze and lived to tell of it. But when Maya's eyes meet his across the throne room, the world stops. He sees her. Really sees her. And a man who has spent his life owning everything suddenly discovers the one thing he cannot have - a palace maid with fire in her blood and defiance in her bones, who refuses to kneel for anyone. The Emperor does not ask. He commands. He claims. He consumes. But Maya is not a possession. And the throne room that once felt like a cage is about to become a battlefield - where obsession meets resistance, where power meets desire, and where one forbidden glance ignites an empire.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

A quiet Italian village. A girl trying to save for her future. A man trying to remember who he is. And one summer that will burn itself into their skin. Emma thought this would be just a job. A sleepy little hotel in the northern countryside. A way to save up for art school and escape the weight of expectations. But when she crosses paths with Alessandro - a young American with a camera, a complicated past, and eyes that seem to see through her - everything begins to unravel. Tangled between lingering desires, unspoken regrets, and the raw tension of summer heat, Emma is pulled into a web of feelings that aren't safe... and maybe were never meant to be. He came to find inspiration. She came to find freedom. But neither of them expected this. A story of love, lust, and the inescapable pull of a season that changes everything.

Zoe hated fantasy novels. Especially the dramatic ones with growling werewolves, ancient vampires, and "fated mates." So when her best friend forces her to read one, she finishes it out of pure loyalty, calls it ridiculous, and goes to sleep. The next morning? She wakes up as a vampire princess trapped inside the very book she read for three hours straight. Now everyone expects her to act elegant, mysterious, and deadly. Meanwhile, she's trying not to panic over: blood-drinking etiquette vampire politics missing memories and one terrifying hybrid wolf who keeps looking at her like she personally invented destiny. She wants to go home. He wants his mate. The universe, apparently, wants chaos.

She owns a quiet coffee shop filled with books and soft light. He belongs to a world built on blood, silence, and power. He was never meant to find peace. She was never meant to fall for a monster. But every devil needs somewhere to rest.....

"Tell me you're mine," he whispers against her lips. Pressing even deeper, swirling his hips again. The pleasure made her eyes roll back, a whimper escape. "I-I'm y-yours," Genesis whimpers. Her eyes meeting his. The pleasure making tears form. It was too much. Too intense. "Santoro." Tears formed at the corner of her eyes but pleasure was all over her face. "It feel good esposa," Santoro growls in her ear. The pleasure was getting to him too. He was about to nut but Santoro wanted her to cum again. With him. "Y-yes," she moans. "W-what are y-you d-doing to m-me," she whimpers. "Making you feel pleasure." Santoro speeds up and her back arches. "Making you remember who gives it to you." Roman Carter gave his abused daughter up to the Cardenas family for an alliance. Genesis Sarae Carter. He didn't know they valued family. That his treatment of his own daughter was going to be his downfall. Roman didn't think that they would love Genesis. That the bruises he had caused or the flinching she does at touch, would come and bite him in the ass. That Santoro Cardenas, a monster, would fall in love and become her monster. That she would now be the reason for these monsters... to come out of their closet. To protect her. To keep her. To avenge her. *MY BOOKS ARE COMPLETED* If I post too slow a comment or something a motivate me to keep uploading.

⚠️ You have to read : Red bows before this ⚠️ When Mimì leaves the city to open a small pastry shop in a remote Italian mountain village, she believes she's choosing solitude, work, and survival not desire. The town is closed, suspicious, slow to accept her. Her shop becomes a quiet anomaly: butter, sugar, heat, patience. Then a man starts coming in every morning. Always silent. Always distant. Always ordering the same thing: Their connection grows the same way the dessert does: slowly, under strict control, built on restraint rather than excess. There is attraction, undeniable and physical, but also something darker underneath fear, guilt, and an unspoken rule about not crossing certain lines. As seasons change and the mountain tightens its grip, Mimì is forced to confront what she wants versus what is safe. Desire here is not loud. It simmers. It waits. It threatens to break if handled the wrong way. Some loves burn. Others learn how to stop.

Everyone in the village fears the man who lives at the edge of the mountain. Tommaso arrived one year ago, bought the abandoned house in the woods, and never looked back. He never speaks. He never smiles. Half of his face is marked by fire, one grey eye watching the world as if it has already seen the worst of it. Lola, twenty-three, never planned to stay in that small Italian village. But life had other plans. Working between the local library and the school, she's convinced nothing exciting will ever happen there... Until she meets him. Some men are dangerous because they lie. Tommaso is dangerous because he tells the truth. "Don't mistake my silence for kindness." The village calls him a monster. Lola can't decide if she's afraid of him... ...or of the way she keeps looking for him. "You'll stop fearing my scars the moment you discover what I'm willing to do for you." 🚨🚨🚨🚨 Read before this red bow and cannele (you will understand better )