The only thing General Zolten Sadono knows is how to handle a gun and throw explosives at enemies. Suddenly, a woman enters his life, disrupting his normal routine of meetings, battles, and tactics. Ratu was only supposed to help him win the war, but what he didn't realize was that she had already won his heart. The usually composed and stoic general is now so distracted that his subordinates are calling him a lovestruck fool. Will Sadono surrender to the forbidden love that's taking hold, or will he sacrifice his heart for the sake of his duties?

When you say "book club," one would normally think of books- of course -coffee and tea; sometimes even classical music softly playing from a well-kept jukebox in the corner, which Mrs. Linda doesn't wanna get rid of due to the sentimental value that has aged with it. That's a proper book club, yeah? Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for you, this isn't it. This one... well, hold my hand while I tell you this- it's a rabbit hole. A book club where candles aren't used for setting the mood, nor are words used to merely discuss the contents of a novel. Elijah's book club is a madhouse, more sinful than all nights in Vegas combined, certainly not as angelic as his name. Story recommendations are handed out with a pair of gloves, and book reviews are given with a set of cuffs to every willing pair of the night. They say that billionaires tend to have healthy reading habits, right? Then why didn't anybody inform me that these so-called tycoons write financial books yet drown themselves in leather-bound smut, reenacting the scenes like rabid dogs losing control of their minds? To top it all off, I already signed the contract without reading every clause, thinking that being an assistant organizer was something a normal college girl could handle. I guess... good luck to me? I should get ready- after all, book club starts at ten.