"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story has not been edited yet!]]

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

What happens when two people who take care of everyone finally get taken care of? Zara Mitchel talks with her hands, laughs with her whole chest, and walks into a room like she owns the light. She has spent years being the dependable one, the oldest daughter, the problem-solver, the woman everyone calls when something goes wrong. Between building her career in New York's fashion industry and carrying the weight of her family's expectations, she doesn't have time for distractions, especially not a charming hockey player with observant eyes and a touch that makes her forget her own rules. Connor Whitfield prefers quiet to crowds and actions to words. As a professional hockey player, he's used to pressure, responsibility, and putting everyone else's needs before his own. Then Zara crashes into his life, all confidence, warmth, and sharp insight, and suddenly she's the only person he can't stop thinking about. They collide by accident and become something neither of them planned and both of them crave. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore what's growing between them. What begins as friendship turns into longing, stolen moments, and a connection neither of them expected; and in the soft glow of New York nights, control slips first... then clothes... then every rule they swore they'd keep. How long can two people who are already acting like they love each other pretend they don't? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰. " ⠀⠀ Sade Lux wasn't looking for anything that night just a drink, some silence, and a break from everything ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ she built on her own. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Then she met 'Dante' Reggie Thompson and 'Marcus' Nico Seo. Best friends. Complete opposites. Both impossible to ignore. Dante is bold, charming, and doesn't hesitate to make his interest known. Nico is quiet, controlled, and ⠀⠀⠀⠀watching her like he already understands her. What starts as a simple conversation turns into something neither of them expected... and something ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ none of them can walk away from. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Because they both want her. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ And Sade doesn't want to choose.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?