Perfect Althea Carras creates a sex to-do list after being cheated on, with the help of Myles Wayne; her towns most known tattoo artist and bad boy. xxx Althea Carras sees life as a fairytale: with prince charming and a happily ever after. That comes crumbling down after catching her prince not acting so charming. In her last semester of college, Althea realizes she never had the chance to experiment and decides to curate her own sex to-do list at a bar, only to catch the wrong kind of attention. Myles Wayne is far from her usual type: a good boy with good looks. Good. Good. Good. When he shows up with messy hair, tattoos for days and a face with less emotion than a rock, she doesn't expect to like him, let alone tolerate him. Yet he offers his services: help her commit to her list. But the more he helps her, the more she feels like there is more to him. He challenges her, and as much as she hates it, for the first time in her life, she feels alive. But nothing is as it seems, especially Miles Wayne. And when all there is left is secrets, everything will be in ruins.

Six years ago, Cali Williams vanished without a word. One night of forbidden passion with her brother's best friend left her heartbroken... ...and carrying a secret she was never meant to face alone. Now she's back-bruised, guarded, and desperate to protect the only person who matters: her daughter, Isabelle who hasn't spoken a word in a year. Cali wants safety. She wants a fresh start. She definitely does not want to see Kane McKnight again-the man she loved, the man who shattered her, the man who can never know the truth. But fate has other plans. When Cali shows up at her brother Dex's penthouse, she doesn't expect to run into Kane there. Kane. Who is Older. Warmer. Still devastating handsome. And suddenly staring at her like she's a ghost he's been haunted by for years. Kane never forgot her. Not the way she looked at him. Not the tears he caused. Not the words he wished he could take back. Not the disappearance he's blamed himself for ever since. But the little girl napping in Dex's spare room changes everything. The art on the fridge. The toys scattered around the kitchen. The familiar shade in the child's eyes. Cali is hiding something. Kane can feel it in his bones. And the truth is about to break both of them. A story of second chances, healing from trauma, found family, buried secrets, and a love that refuses to die no matter how hard they try to kill it. ONLY EVER YOU Some stories begin with heartbreak. Some begin with lies. But theirs? It never really ended at all.

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.

Isabelle Winiata never thought her life would spiral. Then, her flatmates set the bathroom on fire and blamed her for it. Now she's starting over somewhere new, somewhere daunting... living with her best friend's older brother. Alex Kennedy is thirty-two. Disciplined. Controlled. Completely untouchable. Until Isabelle walks through his door. She's impulsive. He's restrained. And one night changes everything. Isabelle thinks she is alone... until Alex comes home and finds her exactly where he shouldn't. That is all it takes to blur every line between them.

After spending most of her life surrounded by the noise and chaos of the big city, Winnie Grant found herself yearning for something quieter-something real. When the restlessness became too loud to ignore, she did the unthinkable: she quit her job, packed away the pieces of her old life, and accepted a new position in Red Lodge, Montana-a small town where everyone knew everyone, and secrets traveled faster than the wind. As the city skyline disappeared in her rearview mirror, Winnie could only hope she was making the right choice. Her new home was everything she hadn't realized she needed-quiet, quaint, and surrounded by the kind of stillness that made her both uneasy and comforted. After a few days of settling in, curiosity (and perhaps a touch of loneliness) led her to the local bar-a warm, wood-paneled place that smelled faintly of pine and spilled whiskey. That was where she met him. Sheriff Ben Langley. The man everyone in town seemed to know, and more than a few wished would so much as glance their way. Steady, reserved, and impossibly grounded in this small-town life-he was the last kind of man Winnie expected to notice her. But that night, under the soft glow of the bar's lights, it was the newcomer-the woman with city eyes and a quiet kind of courage-who caught his attention.

When broke ER nurse Evelyn Santos stumbles upon a brutal mafia murder in the alley behind her hospital, she thinks her life is over-until the killer spares her life on one condition: she becomes his personal medic. Now caught between her ailing daughter, her cold-hearted family, and a world of crime she never wanted to enter, Evelyn must learn to survive. But the more time she spends with cold, calculating mafia boss Nicolas Moretti, the more the lines blur between captive and protector... and the less she wants to leave. 🥇#Italian 10/22/25 🥉#bwwm 10/22/25 🥉#nurse 10/27/25 🥈#babymama 10/30/25 🥇#evelyn 11/6/25 🥇#nurse 11/15/25 🥇#singleparent 12/5/25

I was looking for an adventure. I wanted to leave the dismal place I called Life. And he gave that to me. The position to watch the sweet girls he called daughters. And to heal my heart. (WARNING: Some scenes include language and sexual content. Nothing too dirty just thought I would warn you)

She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

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.

"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?