"Am I making you want to strip me out of this dress?" "More than anything..." An escort dominatrix who's used to being paid to degrade and humiliate her older clients is hired by someone new. A younger rich man who wants her to be submissive for the first time ever. She questions his dominance and battles him to see who can be more in charge but she begins to question whether or not she can win. He offers her a pretty sum of cash and she thinks with her wallet and decides to give being submissive a try. However, this new client also has a plan up his sleeve. Read this story to see how the two grow closer from their deal and learn that there's more to the both of them than their titles. (Warning: story contains mature smutt and light bdsm scenes and harsh language) The original photo used as my title page is by JC Cuéllar. Word count: 70,000-90,000

"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!*

Antonio Viktor Cross. The lead singer and guitarist in the band "Ecstasy". After years of constantly being on the road and never knowing the warmth of a woman that wanted him for him instead of his money, he's tired. When the band takes a break from the road in order to prepare for their world tour he meets Imanni, A beautiful brownskin woman with a heart of gold. He's shocked when he finds out she has no idea who he is or that his band exists. He takes his chance and asks her out, surprised when she agrees. He makes the decision to keep his "Superstar identity" a secret out of fear that he'll lose Imanni or she'll change her tune about him. Will things work out for him and Imanni? Or will his lies push Imanni into the arms of someone else?

| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?