Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

He blocked her in. She shut him down. Now, the whole town is waiting for the explosion. Sage Woodson didn't come back to Liberty Creek to fall in love. She came to bury her grandfather, sell his estate, and get back to her life as a high-powered Chicago ER nurse. She has a plan, a timeline, and zero patience for the locals. Especially not for the arrogant Fire Captain driving a midnight-blue F-150 who thinks he owns the road. Captain Connor Stapleton is used to being the hero. He's used to respect. He is not used to a curly-haired tourist publicly questioning his manhood in a crowded coffee shop parking lot. They were supposed to be enemies. But when Sage inherits her grandfather's rusted-out 1969 Chevelle, she realizes the only mechanic in town skilled enough to save it is the very man she swore to avoid. A wager is struck: Connor has one week to get the engine running. If he fails, Sage leaves for good. If he succeeds? She owes him a date. But late nights in a humid garage have a way of blurring the lines between fighting and flirting. As the engine roars to life, so does a possessive, feral hunger that neither of them expected. Connor doesn't just want a date. He wants to ruin her for anyone else. And Sage is realizing that the only thing scarier than leaving... might be staying. Small town. Big truck. Massive attitude.

An Avengers Bucky Barnes x OC Story **SMUTS** You hated Hydra, and everything associated with them. So you absolutely detested the fact that the Avengers had welcomed back the Winter Soldier with open arms after everything he had done. Not that you could voice your opinion anyway, considering that none of them knew you existed. You had spent most of your life hiding in plain sight, with only Tony and Pepper aware that you lived in the compound. Until one day, when the reformed Soldier needed his arm fixing, and unexpectedly finds you in the lab. ------------------------------------- "Tell me your name." "No." His hand went to your hair, his fingers threading through, and he tugged. Not hard. Not particularly light either. The feeling went straight through your body, and you almost sagged. "Are you sure you want to say no to me?" He said as he came so close to you that his nose was brushing over yours, and his lips were almost touching you. You couldn't help your mouth panting open. "Princess?" "Stop calling me-" You were silenced when he kissed you. ------------------------------------- TW: BDSM themes #1 in jamesbuckybarnes #4 in originalstory #4 in originalcharacter #1 in buckybarnessmut #1 in bucky #1 in jamesbarnes #1 in buckybarnesxoc #2 in buckyxreader #10 in enemiestolovers #1 in avengers #3 in slowburn #1 in buckybarnesxreader #3 in romance #1 in barnes #1 in steverogers #1 in buckyxoc #1 in marvelimagines #1 in jamesbuchananbarnes #2 in buckybarnes

Sequel to Bound to Honor In war, trust is fragile. In betrayal, it burns. After surviving an ambush that tore Unit Nine apart from the inside, Lieutenant Colonel Rhys Callan is left picking up the pieces-and burying the man he once called brother. The traitor is dead. But the enemy isn't. And the questions Carter left behind run deeper than blood. Sent home on mandatory leave, the team scatters. Some heal. Some drink. Some disappear. Major Cecelia Livingston doesn't have that luxury. Still recovering from the last mission-and from being used as a hostage in Carter's final act-she's barely holding it together. The base is quiet. Too quiet. And Callan is keeping his distance. Again. But the silence doesn't last. Encrypted messages. Unexplained surveillance. A buried file Carter never had clearance for. Something is still moving behind the curtain-and all signs point to a larger, darker force pulling the strings. As secrets surface and loyalties fracture, Cecelia and Callan find themselves drawn back into the fire. The tension between them has never burned hotter-but trust comes slow when the last one you gave it to held you at gunpoint. The line between command and connection is razor-thin. And someone is waiting for them to cross it.

A military romantic suspense novel Major Cecelia Livingston isn't a soldier-she's a doctor. A damn good one. Trained in trauma, decorated with credentials, and hardened by deployment after deployment. But none of that matters the second she steps off the chopper and onto the dirt of an unofficial base that technically doesn't exist. Because the man waiting for her isn't interested in her rank. Or her reputation. Or her orders from command. Lieutenant Colonel Rhys Callan runs one of the most elite black ops units in the field-covert, brutal, and untouchable. He doesn't lose men. And six months ago, he buried his medic. He's not about to risk another one just because someone higher up decided to assign him a field doctor with no combat scars and too much heart. She's not welcome. He doesn't trust her. And he's made that painfully clear. But the mission clock is ticking. Tensions are rising. And when everything explodes-as it always does-there'll be no room for weakness, and no room for mistakes. She's determined to earn her place. He's determined to make sure she never gets close enough to try. In a war where survival depends on control, discipline, and silence, what happens when the one person you don't want in your world becomes the only one you can't lose? Ranks as of 10/21/2025 #7 enemiestolovers #1 Military #1 Medic #1 soldierxdoctor #2 romantic-suspense #1 Army https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1C9BASr67XDbbgRLI6I7Qw?si=Ip8j_egHS-KWYO4WMJaFXQ&pi=dF0Ve50cTfS_M

Burning Point The final book in the Bound by Honoe series Major Cecelia Livingston never asked to become the center of a war. But after months of betrayals, ambushes, and bleeding secrets, she's no longer just the team's medic-she's their last shot at unraveling the truth. The base is compromised. Trust is scarce. And the one man she once clashed with-Commander Rhys Callan-might be the only person who can help her survive what comes next. As Cecelia returns home to recover, the team scatters, grieving another loss. But the war isn't over. It's just changed shape. From shadowed military offices to silent helicopter flights, the final operation begins-not against an outside enemy, but the powerful insiders who orchestrated it all. With the truth buried under layers of corruption, and loyalties fraying at the edges, Cecelia and Callan must follow the evidence to its final, brutal conclusion. But uncovering the truth comes at a cost. And not everyone is walking away from this alive.

ABOUT: Arden Ashbourne is a college student with a secret - by day, she's the top of her engineering class. By night, she dances under neon lights to survive. Her world is sharp, hungry, and unforgiving. Elias Carrington is untouchable - a wealthy, quiet pre-law student who moves through life like nothing can touch him. Cold. Controlled. Until her. What begins as glances turns to gravity. He watches her like she's art. Touches her like prayer. Loves her like ruin. But love like this doesn't come clean. It's messy. Raw. Slow-burning and soul-consuming. She was never meant to be his salvation, but now he can't breathe without her. And when he has her - in his arms, on his face, wrapped around his heart - he doesn't hold back. This is not a story of perfection. This is a story of what it means to be wanted in your entirety - bruised, beautiful, and burning. Mature. Obsessive. Intoxicating. This is worship dressed as love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "You," he growled, backing me into the wall just inside the loft and pressing his body hard against mine, "are the hottest, smartest fucking girl I've ever met." I was giddy, breathless, already burning. "Elias-" "Who's my smart girl?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his hands already sliding under my shirt. My entire body lit up. The compliment. The heat in his voice. The sheer ownership threaded into that question. "I am," I gasped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing, jaw tight. "Say it again." "I'm your smart girl," I whispered, flushed and aching. "Damn right you are." He kissed me then-hard, hungry, lips claiming mine with heat that melted straight down my spine. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against his without meaning to.

Delilah Grace Monroe has never belonged-not to a family, not to a home, and certainly not to a man. At 185 pounds, with thick thighs and a heart too soft for the world, she's spent her life being told she's too much. Too loud. Too heavy. Too broken. After escaping an abusive ex and the ghosts of foster care, Delilah lands in Ash Hollow-a dusty town ruled by the Iron Saints Motorcycle Club. She wants silence. Safety. A chance to breathe. What she finds is Maddoz "Saint" Barlowe, the club's cold, calculating president. He's older. Dangerous. Untouchable. But when it comes to Delilah, he's soft. Protective. Possessive in ways that terrify her-and thrill her. As Delilah begins to trust again, she discovers that not every man leaves. Not every family breaks. And sometimes, the most feared man in town is the only one who sees you clearly. This is a story of trauma, tenderness, and the kind of love that rebuilds you from the inside out. Content Warnings: PTSD, emotional abuse, foster care trauma, age-gap romance, protective alpha male, slow-burn healing

Vienne Marlow, a medical student and his intern. She planned on surviving her internship peacefully and quietly-keep her head down, get the credits, and get it done without drawing anyone's attention. But that was before him. Before the late-night encounters, the smirks across lecture halls, the hands that shouldn't have touched her but did. Before she realized her professor wasn't just watching her-he was studying her. Mapping her. Obsessing over every way she could be his. Dr. Sebastian Vale, a surgeon and her professor. He wanted her bent over his desk, legs spread, skirt pushed up, panties on the floor, hair in his fist, screaming his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 → 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 × 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙥 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 → 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 → 𝙃𝙤𝙩, 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙃𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 → 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴: 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴. #1 Jamesbarnes (18/08/2024) #1 Buckyxreader (20/08/2024) #1 Buckybarnesxreader (07/12/24)