an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

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? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Hip-no-fo-bia | Hypno-pho-bia | /hɪpnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/. noun: Extreme or irrational fear of falling asleep. #2 in the Phobia series. __________ The wind blew softly, shifting wisps of her golden blonde hair. She laughed at her own silly jokes as they walked. "A little birdie told me you eat pasta for breakfast," Taylor blurted out to the stoic man in front of her. Oh, she knew he was annoyed alright, she knew he didn't appreciate her following him against his own will. But she just can't help it, there's something about the long-haired man that keeps pulling her in, like an invincible force, dragging her to danger. "I mean, I'm not judging you," She carried on, kicking pebbles out of her way. "Even the best of us have a knack for being weird." The man walking ahead of her suddenly stopped walking. Taylor had managed to prevent herself from bumping into him but had succeeded in wobbling and toppling over. Her butt was inches away from the ground when her hand was gripped and she was pulled up. She ignored the tingles that jolted up her arm and stood upright. He gave her one pointed look before saying; "I'm not weird." And then he resumed walking. Taylor laughed and brushed her hands on her jeans. "Then what are you, Gregory Weston?" ** Maryam M.B♥