Sawyer Hawthorne has built a life on hard work, quiet routines, and keeping his heart locked tight - especially in Foxglove Ridge, a town where everyone knows your name and your history. Lillian Winslow is the bright spark he never saw coming - a schoolteacher with a sunny smile and a stubborn streak just as strong as his own. She's determined to prove that beneath Sawyer's tough exterior beats a heart capable of love. Their slow-burning connection crackles with teasing banter, unexpected tenderness, and moments that make them question everything they thought they knew about trust and vulnerability. In a place where secrets linger like the scent of wildflowers and every glance holds a story, Sawyer and Lillian must decide if they're willing to risk their carefully guarded hearts for a chance at something real - and unforgettable. THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SERIES: THREE OF A KIND. Started: 12/07/2025 Completed: 19/07/2025 Word count: 81 704

noun: one who returns, especially from the dead or a long absence They lost her once. They'll burn the world to get her back. Cecilia Bonetti has spent her life locked away in a care home - isolated, overlooked, and surviving in silence. What she doesn't know is that five powerful men have been searching for her since the day she vanished... and they're her brothers. As the feared leaders of the Bonetti mafia, they believed Cecilia was gone forever. Until now. But blood has memory. And when sunshine slips into their dark world, even the coldest hearts begin to crack. They'll fight to keep their composure - ruthless, untouchable - but with Cecilia back, staying cold might be the hardest battle they've ever faced.

"Who did this to you?" I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I stared at the glass in my hands. My knuckles were scraped. One nail was broken. I didn't remember when that happened. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. His fingers twitched against the sheets. His eyes never left me. "Ella" he said again, quieter now. "Tell me who did this." My throat closed. I tried to speak. Tried again. And then, in the smallest, ugliest voice I'd ever heard from myself: "Nathan." The name barely passed my lips.

Maisie never expected her quiet life as a schoolteacher to collide with Tucker's - a gruff firefighter carrying more scars than he lets show. But when a call for help brings them together, everything begins to change. On Tucker's peaceful farm, with wide skies and creaking porch swings, Maisie finds a kind of stillness she didn't know she needed. And Tucker, long used to solitude and silence, discovers what it means to be truly seen. Slowly, gently, they begin to untangle the pain in each other's pasts, drawn closer by shared glances, soft laughter, and the growing comfort of something like home. As love roots itself between them, unexpected turns reshape their world - bringing both challenge and grace in equal measure. Together, they learn that family can be something you build with your hands and heart. A moving, quiet love story about healing, trust, and the kind of life you choose - one moment, one morning, one person at a time.

Mia Cherie X Aaron Valentino "You drive me insane, Mia," he continued, stepping closer, his voice dripping with possession. "Every time you smile at another guy, every time they try to talk to you, I feel like I'm seconds away from losing my mind." His fingers brushed against my cheek, his touch hesitant yet burning. Then, his voice drops into a whisper. "Can I kiss you?" A shiver runs down my spine. I don't hesitate. I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Tropes: Badboy x Goodgirl Rich mmc x scholarship student fmc Kill anyone who touches her (literally) 👀 HEA

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Vincent Brunos is the Don of the families. Ezra Gallo is a shy girl. When Vincent meets Ezra by chance, he can't help but feel enthralled by the young girl sitting on a couch, reading a book.

"Stop overthinking," she whispered, holding my cheek as she stroked her thumb. "Please." "I can't," I admitted, scrunching my brows. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologise," she said gently, her eyes moving to my lips. "You're doing so good." Theo Ferreira- full time student and part time tattoo artist. He's quiet, reserved and has no other interests besides completing his degree. Theo is focused, but his focus shifts when he meets a woman who brings out a side to him he didn't know existed. Nina Cantero- full time student and the occasional babysitter. She's curious and utterly bored with her abundantly bleak life. Nina seeks a new thrill, and sometimes that means fresh ink on her skin. What happens when her newfound craving leads her to a particular tattoo artist?

Eighteen years is a long time. But for Oli and Luna that time passes in the blink of an eye. Since the moment they met, nothing could have separated the two of them. At 8 and 13, they were an unusual pair of best friends. But they didn't care for anyone else's opinions. Oli was content to listen to Luna's endless ramblings while Luna was content to look up to Oli, following him everywhere he went. But eighteen years passes quickly when distance separates the pair. First college, then work - life gets in the way. But eventually Oli and Luna find their way back to each other, the two of them moving back to their hometown eighteen years after they first met. Things are different this time around. Oli's professional basketball career has been and gone, while Luna's a young, up and coming lawyer. He's not the young teen he used to be and she's not the little girl he once knew. These two are thrown back together time and time again by fate. Perhaps this time, the timing is right for something more than just friends. Maybe they were meant to be All Along.