One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.

When Esmerelda Harlow steps into the musty halls of Winston High as the new history teacher, with a reputation for being a bitter and arrogant professor, whispers of her arrival ripple through the school. Students are wary, until the reckless student Cameron Monroe allows her interest to morph. Cameron, the school's untouchable rebel with a reputation for detention and carelessness, with a game of causing disturbances. To her, Esmerelda Harlow is just another target-a seemingly uptight woman with strict rules and an aura of authority begging to be challenged. But when Cameron tries her usual antics, she's met with something entirely unexpected: resistance. Esmerelda is not an easy mark. In fact, she's more than Cameron bargained for. Cool-headed and emotionless. Every sarcastic remark is met with calm but devastating wit. Every act of defiance earns a punishment so perfectly tailored, it leaves Cameron seething-and strangely fascinated. Esmerelda sees through Cameron's rebellious exterior to the restless mind beneath it. Cameron, for all her bravado, finds herself caught in Esmerelda's gravitational pull-her intelligence, her poise, and her charm. But Esmerelda isn't here to play games. She's here to teach Cameron a lesson she'll never forget, one that will leave them both questioning the boundaries of power, desire, and control. In the end, it's not just Cameron's life that Esmerelda will upend, -it's her own. In a town where reputations are everything, what happens when two unstoppable forces collide in one university?

Lilith Hawthrone is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She's mastered control in every aspect of her life, her sharp mind cutting through complexity to build an empire. Beneath the polished exterior, however, is a woman who loves obsessively but is careful with her love, not wanting to waste it on the wrong person. She's learned to guard her heart, waiting for someone worthy of the intensity she's capable of. Where Lilith is all feelings and chaos, Valentina is order, control, and calculated precision. They come from different worlds, with different rhythms, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

Police Sergeant Amelia Barbati has been trying to catch the notorious criminal Devan Andrea for five years now. Every time she would get close to catching the girl, Devan would somehow find a loop hole. But, this time she can't find one. She finally gets caught and is forced to stay at a penitentiary that was built to look like an ordinary mansion... On the outside. Amelia and her partner question her, but will Devan give up her secrets and tell them why she committed her crimes? Will she somehow be able to get out of the penitentiary by seducing the officer that has been following her for five years?

After she witnessed her father's murder, and escaped the hands of death, Alexandra King vowed to get revenge on Cliff Coldwell, the man who took everything away from her. Twelve years later, she returned with a new identity, ready to set her plans in motion. To worm her way up, Alex took the only opportunity she could get, and applied as personal assistant to Lauren Harrington, Ethan Coldwell's fiancee, with an initial plan in mind: to get in touch with Ethan, the only son of Cliff Coldwell, and make him fall for her, before ruining him. But what if the unexpected happened? What if Lauren Harrington fell for her instead? Would it change everything, and ruin her plans for revenge?... And what if she started falling for her too? Would she give up her love, for revenge?...Or would she choose love over redress? #1 amberheard (8-9-19)

DeLacy lives a normal life, in a sense. She can't talk to others and she has to be patient, they'd kill her if they ever found her. She learned to hold her emotions and build up a wall. She distanced herself from everyone for fear of hurting them, even her mother. But when her mother takes in the Alphas of the local Lycan pack when their home burns down in a freak fire, she'll need to learn a whole new level of control. But when the daughter of the alphas starts sticking her nose where it's not wanted. DeLacy's emotions start to come to a boiling point as she finds her resolve slipping as her secret begins to reveal itself along with the dangers that come with it. DeLacy finds herself in the exact position she tried so hard to avoid. Now with the threat of a centuries old war, she finds herself angry. Angry for having to hide her emotions. Angry for having to hide. Angry for having to be silent. Now she would let herself be angry and she wouldn't hide from it and the ones that fought so hard to rid the world of her would learn what a true nightmare they had awakened.

The brave stone cold soldier, Sergeant Chase is called in to train army recruites into brave soldiers needed urgently after she was injured in the army. I stepped forward and looked in her cold eyes. "Maybe you should show me what happens when I don't listen Sergeant Chase" I rasped out to my military trainer. "If not I will just repeat my mistakes, don't you think?"

Nikki's school life was very bland and military-like until the new art teacher came to bring it color and creativity... To spice things up. After all, Nikki had been waiting for a new playful and exciting challenge

Jude Barrow is a black belt in karate―fiery, temperamental, with a tendency to talk back . . . even to her kidnappers. After her mother is taken, Jude stumbles into the Underground, where the Mafia hide beneath New Orleans. She has no choice but to trust the girl with a dangerous smile and a mouth like sin. Hunter is the Mafia boss with a feared reputation and a ruthless plan―and Jude is determined to fight fire with fire. But when the world is burning, does it end in love . . . or ashes? "What would you like me to do to you, Jude?" Her voice is a breath, igniting fire in my bones. Our mouths are so close I can taste the heat between us. Kiss me. The thought is sudden. Unexpected. "Why are you here, Jude?" A slow caress of words. This is a game―a game of touch and sensation and risk. I want to kiss her. I want to close the distance between us and pull her down to me, to kiss her until my eyes roll back and I see stars. "When you're ready to tell the truth," she says, and there is a smile, a dark smile, "we can play this game. And I'll show you what I know about the art of fucking." HIGHEST RANKING #1 in lesbian #2 in lgbt #2 in lgbtq #6 in girls

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.