𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅 𝒙 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 Freya Everson doesn't do relationships. She likes control, fun, and hooking up with men who don't stay long enough to hurt her. After one too many emotionally unavailable disasters, she swore she'd never fall again. No commitments. No expectations. No weakness. Then she meets Jace Vaughn. Her best friend's cousin. Shy. Quiet. A so-called innocent nerd with an angel's face and eyes that linger a second too long on her body. He's not her type, but the more she teases him, pushes him, and tests him, the more she realizes something dangerous. Jace isn't as innocent as he looks. And for the first time, Freya isn't the one in control. What starts as a game turns into something far more consuming than a simple hookup. The question isn't whether Jace can handle Freya. It's whether Freya can handle falling for him. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

BOOK TWO OF THE BLACK SERIES *CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "I mean, let's face it, Hayden," Casey said with a humourless laugh, looking away from me and out at the city of white lights, "you don't want me. You want the thought that you managed to get with me - all of your friends are expecting it, my friends and family are expecting it to happen... it's not long before you wanting me changes and you see how messed up I really am." My eyes narrowed and I turned to face her, grabbing her by the jaw so I was staring into her dark eyes. Casey's breath hitched in her throat and she chewed on her lip, tears gathered in her eyes as our eyes met. "I don't give a flying fuck about what they want to hear or what they expect to happen between us, Casey," I told her, wiping a stray tear away. I smiled when she sniffled. "Stop thinking so much about what other people do and don't expect, alright? I damn well know how insane your family is but I also know how much better you are from them, and it's the good in you that makes me fall deeper with every date we go on." When I cupped her cheek with one hand, Casey's alarmed eyes relaxed and she slowly leaned into my touch, sighing quietly. I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling softly when she tried moving forward for our lips to meet. I pulled away last second, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb. lol "I'm all yours, baby," I whispered, finally pressing our lips together.

BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

I'm Princess Elanora Georges, and my life basically just ended. Why? Because I'm being forced to marry Axel fucking Kingston, a six-foot-something nerd with ugly glasses, perfect posture, and the emotional range of a teaspoon. Oh, and he's completely inexperienced. Like... painfully. So please explain how I went from "I hate him" to "Axel, please... don't stop," completely falling apart under him and forgetting my own name. I swear I don't even know who I am anymore. #1 Royalfamily (Feb 5th) #1 Enemies (Feb 23th) #1 Badgirlgoodboy (March 23)

Mila Rose Carter runs Honeycrumb Bakery on a quiet Chicago street. She's five foot one, chronically covered in flour, and perfectly content measuring her life in teaspoons and timers. Caleb Rhodes measures his in arenas and scoreboards. He's an NBA All-Star. Six foot three. Defensive powerhouse. Famous enough that strangers think they know him. When Caleb ducks into Honeycrumb one cold afternoon, Mila doesn't recognize him. She doesn't ask for photos. She doesn't flirt. She doesn't look at him like he's something larger than life. And for the first time in years, he feels normal. But Chicago is loud. The league is louder. And when Mila finds out who he really is, she starts shrinking in ways she swore she never would. Because loving someone whose world is that big? Feels dangerous. And Caleb Rhodes has never wanted anything more than the girl who stands on a step stool and pretends she's fine.

'𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭'. - an enemies to lovers, childhood best friend, college romance - ~~~~~~~~ She then speaks up, "Alora." I look up at her and I feel everyone's gaze on me, "Truth or dare." This won't be good but fuck it. "Dare." her eyes widen as if she didn't expect that answer. "I dare you to give someone a lap dance." she smirks and gasps fill the room. I look at Stone and his eyes darken. "Don't make me choose. Name someone," I look back at her and she shrugs. "What about Stone?" a random girl asks. Everyone laughs. "She won't fucking do that. They're friends." a boy says. "Yeah that would be fucking weird if my sister gave my best friend a lap dance." Aiden laughs. I look at Stone and smirk. "Look away then, brother." ~~~~~~~~ Alora Winters has all she's wanted: her two girl-friends and figure-skating. But what happens when they have to return to the place they grew up in? The place that caused them so much hurt? Their male ex-best-friends await there and all the memories and pain come flooding back. Especially the ones that involve him. A BOOK IN THE RUIN ME SERIES [CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE] BEST RANKINGS: #1 in enemieswithbenefits #1 in friendgroup #1 in badboybadgirl #1 in enough #1 in americanfootball #1 in roommates #1 in friendswithbenefits #1 in desperation

The Dk's. Drift kings. Thats what we are. Gun shots. Window shatters. Blood. Family. Cars. What else could a girl need?

Chyna Kaloy's life is simple: work hard, protect her daughter, survive her ex's cruelty. Love has no place in her world-until one reckless night with a stranger changes everything. Romez Zielka never expected to lose control, but one taste of Chyna has him breaking all his own rules. He swore it would be one night, yet he can't stay away-not from her fire, not from the little girl who steals his heart, and not from the chance to finally have a family of his own.

She grew up in their house, best friends with one brother... and now she's tangled up with the other. A summer wedding, a secret romance, stolen kisses, and the kind of love that could ruin everything.

Everyone fears Major Alexander Draven. At twenty-nine, he's the youngest Major to command an elite operations camp buried deep in the burning sands of Iraq - a man born from a dynasty of power and politics. His father runs corporations and elections alike. Alexander? He runs a battlefield like an empire - cold, precise, merciless. No soldier crosses him. No enemy survives him. No one touches him - until her. Lyra Brooks was never supposed to end up here. She's just the pretty army doctor with a smile too perfect to trust. Lyra knows how to stitch up bullet wounds but not her own scars. She keeps her heart locked away behind sarcasm and late-night drinks. But here she is, buried in blood and sand as a Field Surgical Resident with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. One drunken night. A bar miles from base. A man everyone fears and a woman who pretends she doesn't fear anything at all. One night of brutal, wordless heat neither of them ever mentioned again. Until now. When the two pink lines appear in the harsh white light of the medical tent, Lyra knows one thing for certain - Alexander Draven cannot find out. Not now. Not here, never. But war doesn't care about secrets. Danger doesn't care about mistakes. And Major Draven? He does not like being kept in the dark.