Eloise Tan is 24, a senior English major, and quietly terrified of what comes after graduation. With a heart made for poetry, a love for flowers, and a habit of chasing the sun just to feel its warmth on her skin, Eloise has always found beauty in the little things. Her older brother, Andree, is her best friend-the one person who knows every version of her. Then, one night at a bar, she meets a woman she assumes will be nothing more than a fleeting moment. A kiss. A goodbye. A memory. Except some goodbyes aren't meant to last. Because on the first day of her senior year, Eloise walks into her classroom and comes face-to-face with Elena Parker the 47 year old woman she never expected to see again. Her new professor. And suddenly, the one person Eloise was supposed to forget becomes the one person she can't have. Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with a mistake.

She hired Dahlia to take care of her kids. Not to crawl under her skin, not to make her feel again, and most certainly not to fall in love with her. Scarlett Romano, mother of two. A woman carved from ice. Cold, powerful, ruthless, and engaged to a woman who looks perfect on paper. A decision made for the sake of legacy, image, and the future of her children. Love? That's a luxury she gave up a long time ago. But then, Dahlia shows up like a crack in her perfect foundation. She's soft where Scarlett isn't. Bright where Scarlett is guarded. Her children have learned to adore her. And Scarlett- despite herself, begins to crave her. To need her. But Dahlia? Dahlia is breaking. She's unraveling. Because she was never meant to belong here. She isn't who she claims to be. She didn't take the nanny job for the paycheck, or the kids. She took it because her father is holding her brother's life over her head. She's not a nanny, she's bait. A spy. A pawn in a game she doesn't want to play. Planted inside Scarlett's home to find weakness, to expose secrets, and burn it all from the inside out. What she didn't expect was the warmth of the children. She didn't expect them to start feeling like hers. She didn't expect Scarlett's rare, shattering softness. And she sure of hell didn't expect to fall in love with the woman she was sent to ruin. Now, Dahlia's caught between two impossible choices. Between the family she's beginning to love...and the family she's so desperate to save. And if the truth ever comes out. She won't just lose her job. It won't just break hearts. It'll ruin everything.

After being caught in an affair with a senator's wife, Cairo Lovelace is dumped on the doorstep of the one person in Washington who will break her, Senator Kamala Harris, only to discover that her new boss wants far more than just her obedience

"Spread your legs for me." I climbed onto the mattress, heart pounding. I lay back and slowly opened my thighs, shutting my eyes tight because I knew how wet I was. The cool air hit my soaked panties, and I felt even more exposed. Andrea leaned down, hovering over me. Her lips pressed a small, almost gentle kiss to my neck. Then she whispered against my ear, breath warm, "I don't know what the fuck came over you tonight, Lalia, but don't ever do it again. Because there are repercussions, sweetheart." Her hands ran slowly down my thighs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin. "These pretty thighs," she murmured. "Open your eyes, baby," she whispered. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. "Look at them. Look at what's between them. Look at your whole body. Do you see it?" I nodded. "They're mine," she said, voice low and possessive. "Every single limb. Every nerve. Every inch of your body is mine, Lalia. I don't want you to ever think they are not." ..... Lalia Bishop is tired of the pills, the white walls, and the careful way people talk to her like she's glass about to break. Diagnosed with borderline personality disorder after a suicide attempt, she's been in and out of psychiatric hospitals for years, cycling through therapists who either pity her, fear her, or grow frustrated with her unpredictability. None of them lasted until Dr. Andrea Cross.

Book 3! Y'all can thank Princess (@Istillwrite) for this. She's been nagging me, making sure y'all get ALL the chapters. Cause I've been ready to fire the last of these chapters off in Book 2. Now don't get too excited! This is more organizational than me coming back to write. Everything is already written she just has to publish when I give the go ahead.

[kinda slow burn] Lux Larue - introverted, artsy girl, looking out for peaceful places to draw, or run off to. Isadora Capri - possible person to offer her, what she's searching. Im deciding whether to change this description based on my motivation.

(18+ READERS ONLY! NSFW CONTENT) What happens when two guarded people, each carrying secrets, are forced into each other's orbit in the most domestic, inconvenient way? Elliot is 22 years old, broke and utterly helpless. Sloane is 43, divorced, and completely loaded How will Elliot and Sloane learn to navigate each other, even when every part of them says they shouldn't? Updates every 2-3 days! You can keep up with the characters via my TikTok @yearningoleander

Elowyn Gray likes her world quiet, predictable, and safe. As an autistic young woman who builds her life around routine, she's never expected-or wanted-anything to change. But when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO Ms. Monroe sends a flicker through her carefully guarded calm, Elowyn finds herself crossing paths with the woman again and again. Warmth becomes confusion. Distance becomes awareness. And every accidental brush of hands sends an unfamiliar thrill through her, making her unsure if she should explore it a little further... or run away completely.

Both Nina and Eteri left Milan and the Olympics sure they will never have to see one another again. They're ready to hide behind the work and the way the world sees them rather than confront whatever they might have started to feel. But with Diana's insistence on working together, will Nina be able to continue to say "no"? And if she breaks, will the almost magnetic orbit of Eteri pull her in completely?

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."