Valentina Moreau was too rigidly perfect for my liking. Even given her divorce, she managed to stay mature and composed at all times. In harsh contrast, I was a young firecracker still throwing fits over subpar men who couldn't tell loyalty from sticking it into anything with a pretty-enough face. And now, I was meant to be her co-worker and live alongside her. She was the housekeeper. I was the personal chef. I found her tedious. She found me reckless. But God - when you put us together - it's just... Chef's Kiss.

My physiotherapist. A part-time gym instructor. My brother's friend. An older woman. All of these elements made up Ezra Marlowe - and similarly - made her forbidden fruit. Professionalism and morality kept us apart. Lust and desire brought us together. Or, no wait, my swimming injury was actually what brought us together...

Grace's dream had always been to become a famous actress. She dreamt of doing what she loved the most as a job, the film sets, the award shows, everything about it. So when she unexpectedly lands a role in a high-budget movie, she knows her life is about to change forever. But maybe, not in the way she thinks. Her encounter with Isabella, a worldwide famous actress with a reputation for having a cold attitude, will impact her more than she thinks.

"There never was, and there never will be an us." "So you're saying there was no us when I was knuckles deep inside you?" -Tension -Lust -Hate -love Queen bee, looser lesbian. What a combo. There may be some trigger warning, I will only put a TW if its a heavy topic.

I couldn't understand, what it was exactly... The pain.... Or The tightness of her hand around my throat... Or maybe the way she fucked me with her eyes because I felt my back arch at the same time my eyes rolling at the back of my head.. My arms that were wrapped around her neck tightened their hold around her making my stiletto nails dug into her skin as I pulled her closer. My toes against the floor curled, feeling myself slowly moving over the edge. Even though my lungs burned in need for air unlike my soul that drowned and burned in pure ecstasy and need. The want and need sipping into my soul made my head tilt back against the wall, letting her hand perfectly wrap around my throat. "Fuckkkk!" Grey cursed out loud My eyes blurred with my own tears feeling the pulsing between my legs growing more but I tightened my hold against her shoulders pulling her more to me making her bury her head in the crook of my neck. Her grip never once loosening... Her breaths were short, shaky and heavy against my ear and before I could process everything, her voice hoarse and strained pierced through my senses, "Let this be a little warning to you so that whenever you think of defying me," Grey paused.. "I want you to remember how your body is nothing without me. Let that stay in your thick skull of yours, slut but for now, have fun thinking of how my dick would have felt pulsing within your walls." ******* Wanna find out more, check out the book immediately you read this..

"Secrets don't die with the ones who keep them. They haunt the living until they're forced into the light..." Aminah ~ Grief has a way of staining everything-your memories, your heart, your sanity. Losing Hailee shattered me, but what came after burned me alive. The deceptions, the cracks in trust, the love that lingers in my heart even when I want to rip it out. Alex is the spark that threatens to ignite what's left of me. Her presence feels like treason, a dangerous temptation I can't afford. And Devyn? She's the ghost of my past and the storm of my present. I loved her once-maybe I still do-but love isn't enough when the truth tastes like ash. This is my life now, balancing on the edge of a knife, torn between uncovering the secrets that will certainly destroy me and holding on to what little remains. They say the truth sets you free. But they never warm you of the costs.

Reyna thought she was just being watched by one. A hacker in her laptop, whispering hi baby through the screen. But Mara has been watching too-through the lens, through the shadows, wanting Reyna all for herself. Two obsessions. One girl.

As newbie author Marcie attempts to balance her book debut, her new girlfriend, and her old life, she finds herself confronting a new issue: trying to do all this directly in the public eye. Season 2 of Romancing The Writer *** It's a couple months away from her first book release, and Marcella Harper can hardly believe her luck. She sold her book for an exorbitant amount of money; she might be rekindling ties with her estranged parents, finally; and, most importantly, she's dating her longtime celebrity crush/shorter-term boss, Rosalind Lindbergh. Things couldn't be going better for Marcie-until they're not. As pressure mounts on Marcie to have an idea for a perfect second book and her relationship with Roz shifts into the public eye, Marcie feels like she's drowning. Add in a shared lack of work-life balance, as well as being forced to work alongside not one but two exes, Marcie isn't sure what's going to go up in flames first-only that something is bound to. *** Weekly updates on Fridays. Wait & read for free, or unlock with coins-the choice is yours!

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."

Living under the same roof was the last thing Maya and Grace wanted. But when Maya's dad and Grace's mom decide to move in after a long-distance relationship, they're forced to live together. Maya is the extremely rich, impulsive, reckless girl who can't stand being told what to do. Grace, however, is simple, reserved, and seemingly perfect. They are polar opposites in every way, constantly clashing. As their differences make things worse, new feelings start to grow: jealousy, attraction, vulnerability, secrets. The lines between hate and something more start to blur. And, as their feelings grew stronger-the undeniable desire and passion between them became harder to resist. Neither of them was ready for it.