As he leaned in closer, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and his tempting lips mere inches away from mine. Our eyes locked onto each other, unable to look away as the tension between us grew stronger. We both knew what was about to happen, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His tone was low and intimate, "Ana, there were times I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. It wasn't just missing an old friend; it was missing you. I didn't realize how much you truly meant to me until you were no longer around. Life felt duller without you." His lips brushed against mine in a kiss that felt both familiar and the appeal of an uncertain future. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the heartbeat of a moment that whispered of what could be. His lips were a perfect combination of softness and a hint of rough passion. His muscular arm encircled my waist, pulling me into his lap. Our lips moved together as if they were made for each other. Dante's warmth, coupled with the musky undertones of his cologne, enveloped my senses. A surge of desire awakened a long-forgotten greed, a craving I hadn't felt in years. Every subtle collision of our chests sent a shiver through me. Beneath the fabric of my shirt, my nipples hardened under my shirt. Each brush of his lips ignited a cascade of tingles, electrifying sensations that traveled every inch of my body. Stifling a moan became a battle against the ripples of pleasure he effortlessly stirred within me. As we pulled away, I met Dante's eyes, his eyes held a depth of longing, a silent plea for more. I only could hope that the same didn't show within mine. The line between friendship and something more had blurred. Our eyes met in a shared acknowledgment. Emotions of embarrassment and guilt collided within me, an internal lecture echoing amidst the tense air. "Dante," I began, my voice a whisper, "You need to take me home." #1 in possessive 6/16/24

[COMPLETED]Donovan (Blaze) Hill is a mystery. He rarely talks and when he does, it's only short answers. The man doesn't know what a smile is and no one knows where he's come from because he only existed five years ago. But we all know one thing about Blaze: he's exceptional at his job - which is protecting his clients. Especially his Everlee. Everlee Cabrera is the owner of a jewellery brand and has worked herself up to be an extremely successful businesswoman - no thanks to her mentor Leona Tahan. Unfortunately, with her success, comes a lot of danger, especially when her father is a famous scientist. So what does he do? He hires a bodyguard for his precious daughter. Blaze, to be exact. +++ "I'm here to protect you, nothing more, nothing less. So stop looking at me like I'm your favourite person in the world." "Maybe you are." "Shut up." #1 in Bodyguard 29th June 2022

Hazel has spent years clawing her way back from one cruel setback after another, shaping her life into something so controlled it can't fall apart again. Every goal has a plan. Every risk has a rule. Getting into her dream university is supposed to be the clean start-the beginning of the career she's bled for. Then, on her first day, she breaks the very first rule. It starts with getting into that damn car. Damien Hunter is trouble in human form: sharp-tongued, arrogant, and irritatingly amused by the way he can make Hazel snap. She should hate him. She does hate him-right up until the bickering turns into charged silences, lingering looks, and the kind of longing that risks everything she's worked for. But Damien isn't just a distraction. He's a storm with something to hide. As Hazel is pulled deeper into his orbit, she starts noticing the cracks: the half-truths, the sudden disappearances, the way his story never quite matches the rumours. And the closer she gets, the more she realises Damien isn't running from university drama-he's running from something darker. Something that could destroy them both. Now Hazel has a choice: cling to the rules that kept her safe... or risk everything for a boy who might be lying about who he is. Because falling for Damien was the easy part. Surviving what he's hiding is another.

a deep dive into an unknown person's journal and their journey through trauma, loss, and most importantly love. - when the actions of falling in love turn into the very reason for your existence. the very reason that drives your passions and keeps you up at night. when you know there's only one way in and one way out. when you know that no matter how many times you skim through the pages, read the written words with such delicacy and hold this book close.. we will always be out of touch. info ⚠️ - mild trigger warnings (will give one before a tough chapter) - gender neutral. gender isn't specified and you can envision the mc to be whoever you'd like.

[COMPLETED] "One night." I whisper breathlessly as he begins to unbutton my blouse. "That's not going to be enough for me, baby. I need you longer than just one fucking night." He grunts. "Now let me please you." He says while taking his shirt off. Oh. ••• Twenty six year old Leona Goodwin is a stubborn, successful businesswoman, she has no time for men. That is until a hot businessman named Dario, 13 years her senior, lays eyes on her at a business party. Will she give into their instant connection or will her stubbornness push him away? #27 in romance / April 2021 #1 in bwwm / April 2021

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

Saint Lozano was a skater. It's what got him up in the morning and put him to sleep at night. That and the few drugs he did. Him and his blonde hair and dull blue eyes seemed to attract trouble. Baby McClain was a sort of pariah at school. Not because of her pretty almond skin, or curly hair-but because she was considered weird amongst what was considered norm at Sierra High-school. Saint and Baby met in the flickering iridescence of the basement ISS room. While forced to get along during their community service hours, and talking about what life was like outside the bronx, the two become more than friends.