SALEM If it isn't one thing, it's another.The Order of Vale is spreading their influence.More and more people are rallying behind the destruction of the founding families power.And my supposed half-cousin is behind it. My next problem:Bianca Kingsford. My fiance who I had no intention of marrying.Weve been enemies since we were childhood and not much has changed.Well a lot has changed but not with Bianca. For instance my father has found himself remarried.A wife and two children I didn't know he had.All at the worse fucking time And I thought it couldn't get any worse. BIANCA A Kingsford must follow through go a contract. We honor our word. We protect the family. We preserve the legacy. Even when it costs us everything. And my contract? Marrying Salem Sinclair, the princess of darkness itself. My enemy. My opposite. The girl who's made it her personal mission to ruin my life since we were eight years old. The town calls it unity. A strategic alliance. A necessary move to stabilize Vale. A Kingsford must follow through. Even if it means marrying the darkness itself.

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

This is a standalone, mature sapphic romance. Cara Laurent dislikes risks. She's always been the planner, the organizer, and the picky one of her friends. Naturally, she's been bent out of luck when it comes to romantic relationships. So, when her friends encourage her to jokingly put in an application for a new reality dating show - she definitely didn't like it when production called her weeks later to offer her the position. But, Cara was tired of shitty hinge dates and conversations that led to nowhere. She was already approaching her late-twenties and all her friends were settling down - so why not take this risk? Ready to put her love life on national television, all seems to go smoothly until she's introduced to the rest of the cast. To her dismay, she's met face to face with an almost ex-failed-hook-up-slash mutual friend of hers - Emily Sinclair. Notorious for being unserious, unfaithful, and irritating as hell - Cara is livid to find out she's going to have to spend six weeks attempting to find the love of her life while ignoring the only mistake she's ever encountered.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.

Lena has spent years sculpting herself into perfection captain of the cheer squad, top of her class, the girl everyone loves to hate. But when she's forced to share leadership with Tessa Blake, her most infuriating rival, as co-captains of the basketball team, her carefully constructed world begins to unravel. Tessa is everything Lena isn't: rebellious where Lena follows rules, impulsive where Lena calculates, a wildfire to Lena's controlled flame. Their rivalry has always been fought in biting remarks and competitive glares, but now they have no choice but to work together. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮. Will this forced partnership spark something unexpected, or will their explosive dynamic destroy them both in the process?

Sometimes we're not even fully aware of how similar hate and love really are. How closely they sit together, how thin the line is between them. One wrong word, one wrong choice, one moment of fear or anger, and you cross it without even realizing you've done so. That's how it had alwags been with Casey Miller and Olivia Lordan. They didn't hate each other for no reason. There were reasons, plenty of them, actually. Old wounds that never healed right, memories that calcified instead of fading, words spoken too young and carried for too long. But were those reasons valid enough? That was the question no one ever asked out loud. Because validity is subjective. Pain doesn't measure itself against intent. Trauma doesn't care how old you were, or what you meant to do. It just exists, heavy and unrelenting, shaping you whether you want it to or not. Everyone has flaws. Everyone has demons they fight in private. Some people turn inward and rot quietly. Some people explode. Some people run. Some people stay and harden. None of it is clean, and none of it is fair. And maybe that was the cruelest part for them. Not the hate. Not the anger. Not even the silence. But the fact that, once upon a time, it had been love, or something dangerously close to it, and that was what made everything else hurt so much more.

Book 2 of The Legacy Series Jordan "JJ" Jones doesn't break rules. She's team captain. The reliable one. The one everyone counts on. She even helped create the no-dating-teammates rule because she knew exactly how much was at stake. When Nova Rivera came in as a freshman, JJ took her under her wing as a friend, mentor, the one Nova called when everything felt like too much It was supposed to stay that way. Then Nova's high school girlfriend broke her heart. And JJ held her while she cried. Made her laugh. Reminded her she was worth more. Somewhere in those late night conversations and early morning practices, the line started to blur. Now JJ can't stop noticing her. Can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss her best friend and never stop. But they're teammates. The core of a team fighting for a national championship. And JJ helped write that rule for a reason. "But you're my teammate. We can't." "I know." Where does loyalty end and love begin? [18+ sapphic romance | teammates to lovers | friends to more | basketball | forbidden | slow burn | The Legacy Series]

Riley Mitchell wears #10 like a crown The same number her mother wore when she was the golden girl of college soccer. But Riley isn't golden. She's reckless, impulsive, and carrying a legacy she never asked for. Tatum Hayes has been Riley's personal nightmare since eighth grade. Five years of bullying. Five years of psychological warfare. Five years of making Riley hate herself. Now they're both at the University of Texas. Same campus. Same parties. Same apartment complex. Riley wants to destroy her. Tatum wants... something she can't name. The line between hate and obsession is thin. And when they cross it, there's no going back. LEGACY OF VENOM A dark college bully romance

"I can be anything you want, my love," she mutters in my ear, her warm breath making my skin tingle and my body yearn for her to touch more of me than her gentle hug around my waist. While I do appreciate how gentle she is with me, right now I want more. I want more of her touch on my bare skin. I want her hands to explore me more than she's letting them. I know she wants more just like me, but she's holding back. "Oh, really?" I tease, wrapping her hair around one of my fingers and giving it a small tug, hoping that this will get her worked up. "Anything I want?" Alice hums, confirming her promise before peppering a few soft kisses along my neck while I consider my request. There's so much I could ask for. "Absolutely anything, my love." *** For those who never find pleasure easily, a creature who knows and can be their every desire is perfect - it's even better if the creature is the one lustful for them.

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.