Ember leaves her old life behind after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend and sets sail on a six-month luxury cruise with her best friend, Nathan. Expecting nothing more than a fresh start behind the bar, she instead finds herself drawn to Scarlet-a bold, flirtatious dancer who challenges everything Ember thought she knew about herself. As their worlds collide, so do their hearts. Collision is a slow-burn sapphic romance about self-discovery, unexpected love, and the courage to embrace a life you never saw coming. It's also a little.. dirty. 18+ Extreme smut warning.

𝐇𝐀·𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 | '𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.' 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 despises being told she lacks the answer, so admitting to needing a tutor after all the years of upholding her pristine reputation is already a defeat for her. 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲 gets assigned to fix what Rothwell's pride keeps breaking, and as expected, things don't go very smoothly. Grades slip while tempers rise, proving that some lessons were never meant to be learned painlessly. Enemies make terrible students and even worse teachers. [18+]

Jaiden Mitchell and Zara Kane have hated each other for as long as either of them can remember Not rivalry people mistake for flirting, not some cute childhood competition they eventually grew out of Real fucking hatred The kind built across rival high schools, cheer mats, bloodied knuckles, suspensions, parents getting called, and years of people learning not to stand between them when one finally swings Freshman year at UNC is supposed to be Jaiden's chance to start over, living with her sister, finally having some freedom, and throwing herself into cheer, the one thing she refuses to fuck up and the same sport her mother once built a legacy in at Texas Zara Kane was never supposed to be part of that Then the redhead walks onto Jaiden's fucking mat For the first time in their lives, there is no rival school keeping them apart, no separate teams, no walking away after competition and pretending the other one stops existing Now Zara is everywhere Same campus Same team Same fucking uniform Jaiden already knows Zara better than she should, her habits, her tells, the people she talks to, the exact look she gets before she loses control She tells herself it is because Zara is her enemy Because you should know your enemy Because watching someone is different from wanting them Until beating Zara stops being enough Jaiden wants inside her head, under her skin, everywhere Zara has spent years refusing to let her be, and Zara is about to learn that hatred is a dangerous thing to feed when the person hating you has never known how to want anything halfway Zara thinks walking away means she escaped Jaiden knows better She never escaped a fucking thing Jaiden just hadn't decided it was time yet

Two strangers. One bathroom. A single, reckless night that neither of them can forget. Two weeks before the fall semester begins, Rowan Gallagher-a cynical senior with nothing left to prove-locks eyes with a woman at a club. The connection is instant, electric, and dangerous. By morning, they've shared something raw and unforgivable. And they both walk away without exchanging names. When the semester starts, Rowan walks into her first class and finds the same woman standing at the podium. Dr. Elena Voss is her new professor. Cold, untouchable, and utterly indifferent. Or so she pretends. What happens when two fires collide? When two women who have built their lives on control suddenly find themselves powerless? Elena sees in Rowan everything she used to be-reckless, unafraid, alive. Rowan sees in Elena everything she's terrified of becoming-controlled, successful, and achingly alone. They are two worlds so different, yet so painfully the same. And as the semester unfolds, the line between hate and desire blurs. Old beliefs shatter. New truths emerge. Because some fires don't burn you. They change you. And some nights don't end when the sun comes up.

Cold, rich, and dangerously ambitious, Victoria Sterling dominates the halls of her elite Art college. Through the lens of her camera, she demands nothing less than absolute perfection. But her flawless world stumbles over one major irritation-Indira Gold, a striking girl with emerald eyes who fuels a rage Victoria can barely contain. Between them, hatred is raw, physical, and constant. Every glance is a battle, and every touch is a fight for control. Then comes a massive end-of-year competition-the ultimate chance to secure their dream careers before saying goodbye for good. To win, Indira has no choice but to make a deal and ask her worst enemy to be her photographer. Forced into a close deal, the line between hatred and obsession begins to dangerously blur... The burning fire consuming them isn't hatred after all... it's a toxic, irresistible obsession.

Manhattan belongs to 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. At twenty-three, she is New York's most visible success story: a fashion prodigy with Vogue covers, private fittings, and a reputation polished to perfection. However, beneath the structure, Soleil is volatile. Petty. Bratty. Childish. Defiant in ways that don't belong in the world she dominates, and far less interested in discipline than she is in breaking it. When her father remarries, Soleil gains a step-sister she neither asked for nor intends to tolerate. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 is eighteen, newly arrived in Manhattan, and deeply rooted in one of the city's most visible religious circles. She moves through sanctuaries and society with quiet certainty, guided by devotion, restraint, and something far more rigid than faith. Willow does not bend, and when she cannot control something, she destroys it. They do not want to understand each other. But in a city that thrives on performance, the line between temptation and control becomes dangerously easy to cross.

Zoha is everything people see. Jaylo is everything they don't. One is adored. The other is forgotten. A bet was never supposed to matter. Just a challenge. Just a joke. Just another thing people would eventually laugh about and leave behind. But feelings don't follow rules. They grow in stolen moments. In late-night conversations. In hockey rinks and quiet lakes. In the space between two girls who were never supposed to understand each other-and somehow become the only people who do. For the first time in her life, Jaylo starts believing she isn't someone's second choice. For the first time in her life, Zoha wants something that was never meant to be perfect. But the worst part isn't falling in love. It's finding out that the person who taught you what it feels like to be chosen was never supposed to choose you at all. And sometimes, even in every life, love isn't enough to save you.

Hate. Resentment. Bitterness. These were the only words Ramona and Oona had ever needed to describe whatever this was between them. Ramona would say it started the day she left. No goodbye, no explanation, just an empty room and a year of silence. She told herself it didn't matter, that leaving was the right call, that Oona was better off forgetting her name entirely. Oona doesn't need convincing. She's spent a year convincing herself she's over it, that Ramona is nothing more than a mistake she made once and buried. Yet somehow, being back on this island with her feels like picking at a wound that never actually closed. To make things worse, Oona's past isn't done with her either. Her ex is back too, the one relationship that actually meant something, the one that lasted longer than anything she ever had with Ramona. Now she's caught between the two, one who broke her slowly and one who broke her all at once. Ramona and Oona tell everyone, and themselves, that they can't stand each other. Every room they're forced to share turns into a fight. Every fight ends somewhere neither of them wants to admit out loud. They loathe each other. That's what they keep saying. But there is one thing they can't control. The heart wants what it wants.