Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

teacher x student wlw age gap slow burn "You're staring." Chloe looked away "I'm not." Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You are." "I'm thinking." "That's somehow more concerning." Chloe Walker has exactly one opinion about her new History professor: she's suspiciously familiar, annoyingly intelligent, and apparently impossible to avoid. Rebecca Harper has exactly one opinion about Chloe: she's chaotic, unpredictable, and somehow always saying the first thing that comes into her head. Between questionable meme shirts, university disasters, late-night encounters, and a friendship that slowly begins to mean more than either of them expected, their lives keep crossing paths. Neither of them is looking for anything. Especially not each other. But between unexpected encounters, terrible jokes, late-night conversations, Chloe and Rebecca might discover that some people enter your life when you least expect them. And sometimes, the people who seem the most different from you are the ones who understand you best.

🕯️ After All This Time They were always in the same room. Same friends. Same birthdays. Same chaos. But never the same page. Sneha Sharma is a lawyer who doesn't do chaos or feelings... 😌 Ayesha Malik is an actress who doesn't do silence or labels... 😏 For years, they coexisted like parallel lines: close, curious, and never quite touching. Until one impulsive night in Lonavala changed everything. What follows is a slow unraveling of walls, assumptions, and whatever this thing is between them that won't go away. Told in late-night glances, unsent texts, quiet heartbreaks and loud silences, this is a story about timing, tension, and love that almost didn't happen. But after all this time... what if almost was just the beginning? ✨ A sapphic slow-burn from the world of When You Looked at Me, If I Look Back Now, and Swipe Left for Feelings. 💬 Featuring emotionally unavailable lawyers, actresses in denial, and one unforgettable trip...

One is cold as ice. The other - fire that never burns silently. Amelia Harrington - successful, flawless, uncompromising. She's the cold, impeccable, ruthless owner of a law firm and a teacher with merciless perfectionism and rules that no one is allowed to break. Alexandra Sawyer - young, fiery, ambitious. A lawyer pursuing a master's degree in English teaching. She believes the heart matters more than cold calculation - and she's not afraid to prove it. Their first meeting is a random argument in a coffee shop. The second is a surprise exam - where Amelia holds all the power. And uses it. It should've ended there. But where ice meets fire... there's always steam. And this story is all about it. Two women who can't get along - and can't stay away.

Two heartbeats changed her life. One gave her a child. The other gave her a forbidden love. ​At twenty-four, Emma Collins thought her future was perfectly mapped out. Pregnant and ready to start a family with her boyfriend, Liam, she believed she had everything under control. But the looming reality of parenthood only exposes the deep fractures in their relationship. When Emma catches Liam cheating, she uncovers a bitter truth: he is a coward, too weak to admit he isn't ready to be a father, yet too afraid to leave first. Left alone, vulnerable, and terrified of the unknown, Emma's world completely shatters. ​Dr. Alexandra Vogel is everything Emma is not. At thirty-five, she is a brilliant, clinical, and fiercely professional OB/GYN whose life is governed by strict rules and medical protocols. Alex has spent years building high walls to protect the career she sacrificed everything for. To her, patients are responsibilities-never personal connections. ​But when Emma walks into her clinic heartbroken and utterly undone, Alex's carefully constructed defenses begin to fail. A single, small deviation from protocol to comfort a crying patient sparks a deep, undeniable connection that neither of them saw coming. ​While Emma finds a desperately needed anchor in Alex, Alex finds herself fighting the battle of her life. She must resist the growing intimacy with everything she has, because crossing that line doesn't just break the rules-it threatens to destroy her medical license and everything she's ever built. ​In the tense, emotionally charged space between white coats and ultrasound monitors, the harder Alex tries to push away, the louder their hearts beat.

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

Jenn Lawrence has everything under control: her career, her reputation, her perfectly planned future. At least until an arranged engagement she never asked for suddenly appears... and with it, a beautiful new intern who complicates her life in every possible way.

From the Queens of the Skyline series comes Love at First Disaster, a story of disastrous first impressions, relentless coincidences, and a connection that refuses to stay buried. ------ Lesley and Denisse swore it would never happen again. One disastrous date-filled with awkward silences, terrible timing, and everything that could possibly go wrong-was enough to prove they were completely incompatible. No second chances. No what-ifs. Just a firm, mutual never again. But the universe has a twisted sense of humor. Because no matter where they go, they keep running into each other-at the worst possible moments, in the most ridiculous ways. A near crash on a motorbike. An unexpected encounter at a restaurant. Coincidences that feel a little too deliberate to ignore. And with every accidental meeting, irritation starts to feel dangerously close to something else. Maybe their first date was a disaster. Or maybe it was only the beginning. -- ⚠️Content Warning: This book contains mature themes, strong language, and explicit sexual content intended for adult readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Selena Alexandra Lindström thought her life was ordinary-quiet days filled with books, classrooms, and simple routines. But the moment Valeria La Reina Roja Monteserra walked into her world, everything changed. Love came like fire, consuming, forbidden, and unforgettable. Now, Valeria is gone. Torn away by blood, duty, and shadows that refuse to let her go. All that remains for Selena are memories too vivid to fade, a heart that aches with every sunrise, and a promise she silently carries: to wait for her, no matter how long, no matter how much it hurts. But love has a price. And waiting comes with its own dangers. Forbidden Desires II: The Price of Love is a story of longing and resilience, of how one woman's undying devotion to La Reina Roja Monteserra reshapes her life, her choices, and her destiny. A book of sacrifice, patience, and the haunting truth that some loves are too powerful to let go-even when the world demands otherwise.

She used to believe love could heal anything. But that was before the sleepless nights, before the panic attacks, before the kind of loneliness that eats away at your soul. Now she moves through the world quietly, carrying the ghosts of her past on trembling shoulders - invisible, but heavy enough to crush her if she ever stopped moving. Every day feels like a test of endurance. Some mornings, she has to convince herself just to get out of bed, to face another day that feels exactly like the one before. She barely leaves her apartment unless she has to. The world outside feels too loud, too sharp, too full of reminders of everything she's lost. And yet, she still goes to work, to class, to anywhere that might help her hold on to the dream she refuses to let die. Architecture. It's the one thing that still makes sense to her the idea of building something beautiful out of nothing, of creating spaces that make people feel safe when she never truly has. Drawing lines, shaping structures, sketching designs in the quiet hours of the night, that's where she finds her calm. Her mind may be chaos, but her plans, her blueprints, they're order. They're hope. Sometimes, her hands shake when she holds the pencil. Sometimes the tears blur the lines on her paper. But she keeps going anyway. Because somewhere deep down, she believes that if she can build something that lasts, maybe she can prove to herself that not everything breaks. She may be surviving more than she's living, balancing her dreams and the weight of her past with quiet desperation but she hasn't given up. Not yet.