The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

[18+] When a broke, no-nonsense New Yorker, Georgia Whittaker, catches the attention of a golden-boy billionaire, Aiden Ashford, she's forced to choose between keeping her distance or risking everything for a man from a world that was never meant to let a girl like her in. There are a billion reasons why it shouldn't work but sometimes, all it takes is one.

Isabelle Remington wants absolutely nothing to do with the man who broke her heart and then cruelly tormented her months after they ended their relationship. In fact, it appears to her that he hasn't changed a bit from the troubled boy she knew; still short tempered, impulsive, aggressive with a tendency to get into fights. He's bad news and she wants no part of it. Adrian Adler comes face to face with the woman he lost nearly twelve years ago when she is hired as the PR manager for his rugby team. A woman he still loves and yearns for with every breath. The problem? The scandal he's facing is the career ending kind, and certainly not the best impression to make upon the love of his life. If only she hadn't waltzed back into his life under such unfortunate circumstances, he may have been able to convince her that he wasn't the same asshole who had taken her for granted. But having lived more than a decade without her, he can't just let her walk away without fighting tooth and nail to convince her to give him a second chance. Her guard is up and she won't make it easy. But he's made a living off of breaking through defences.

She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~