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.

"I don't fuck girls who can't listen," she carefully whispered, pulling back to gauge my narrowed reaction before she continued, "Maybe be a good girl next time." And just like that she went to pull away. Well, that was before I wrapped my toned legs around her torso and roughly pulled her back into me. Again, I hate being told no. ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ After getting involved with Noa Vitali, a mafia boss to whom her older brother was an underboss to, Lunden Spade finds herself striking up an explicit deal, piquing both of their interests. Will Lunden find her limits being pushed entirely too far for her liking? And more importantly... Will she like it?

Anna didn't move to New York with a plan. She only had charm, too much optimism, and a knack for getting fired. After a streak of disastrous jobs, she stumbles into a position as Sabrina's assistant. Sabrina has built her company on precision and control; Anna can barely keep her plants alive. They're complete opposites, but in the city that never sleeps, even the wrong match can turn into something right.

Athena Sinclair, 37, is cold, distant and shady. She has her walls are built strong, bricks of secrets and mystery untold. Nobody gets in and she never gets out, especially after finding out that her ex wife cheated for two years of their marriage. What will happen when she stumbles across Rosetta (21), a calm and happy student whose aura only irritates her? How can one person be so full of joy? Or is this a façade? Rosetta puts up a front outside of her home. After her dad died, her family life went down hill. How much is too much and what will happen when prim and proper Rosie begins to fall for her ice queen of a teacher? TW: SA Alcohol abuse Smut/ BDSM Age gap Abuse

This book may NOT be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author. Felicity Rose Bennett has everything the world thinks she wants-chart-topping songs, magazine covers, fans who call her perfect. But the world doesn't know she's hiding. Burned out, suffocated by fame, and haunted by a stalker no one else knows about, Felicity flees to her mothers' quiet Toronto lake house just to breathe for the first time in years. She doesn't expect Harriet Johnson to walk through the door with a suitcase and a key. Harriet has spent the last four years running from her past-alcohol addiction, heartbreak, and the memory of the only girl she's ever loved. Sober now and fighting her way through med school, she only wanted a quiet summer. She didn't know Felicity would be here. She didn't know that sharing a roof again would feel like falling into a storm she thought she'd survived. They were childhood best friends turned teenage lovers-until Harriet broke Felicity's heart in the worst possible way. Now they're twenty-two, trapped by old history and new secrets, in the same house that once held their whispered dreams and first kisses. The deal is simple: her side, my side. But nothing about Felicity and Harriet has ever been simple. Not the history, not the wanting, not the way every look feels like a dare and every brush of skin threatens to set them both on fire. In the thick of July, in a house full of memories, two girls who once had everything will have to decide if second chances are worth the risk-and if loving each other is worth surviving for.

Seraphina Esposito is a mafia queen.. cold, ruthless, untouchable. At twenty-five she rules an empire built on fear, wielding power like a blade and believing feelings to be nothing but weakness. Love, family, softness.. those are luxuries she's burned out of herself. Or so she thought. Then comes Elowen Morgan. Beautiful. Too emotionally intelligent. Kindhearted. Too pure for a world like hers... and yet, impossible to ignore. With honey-brown eyes that see too much and a quiet defiance behind her smile, she unsettles everything Seraphina thought she knew. Seraphina doesn't do love. But desire? Obsession? The urge to claim what should never have been hers? That, she can't seem to resist. What happens when a woman who feels nothing meets the one person she can't stop feeling?