Mariah Jade Grey is 21 years old, freshly graduated, and trying to figure out what comes next. She's stylish, sarcastic, and guarded- always has been. After losing more than she ever talks about, she's learned not to get too close. Love doesn't stay. People don't stay. So she keeps herself safe: with ambition, independence, and the quiet ache of something missing. Kyra Reyes is 30 years old, the kind of woman with a camera in one hand and someone new on her arm- easy, unattached, free. Nothing ever sticks: not the girls she leaves tangled in her sheets, not the art that never quite feels finished, not the whispers about her being a player. But when it comes to Mariah, everything sticks. Every glance. Every laugh. Every moment that isn't supposed to mean anything, but somehow means everything. As their best friends build new lives and the city around them quiets down, Mariah and Kyra find themselves circling each other, drawn together by late nights, unspoken truths, and the weight of everything they won't say out loud. It's there in the way Kyra looks at her. It's there in the way Mariah never quite lets her go. And when the silence finally breaks, it changes everything. What they have isn't just friendship. But it isn't love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Almost. But is almost ever enough?

Saylor Vale has rules for hookups: no girlfriends, no sleepovers, no promises, and absolutely no catching feelings. Ellison Starr has never been interested in pretending not to care. When Duke's sharp-tongued volleyball star collides with its quietly intense basketball standout, attraction is the easy part. The problem is everything that comes after-old scars, public attention, impossible expectations, and the terrifying realization that sometimes being loved well can be harder than being wanted. They were never supposed to become serious. They definitely weren't supposed to become each other's safest place.

CeoxAssistant|gxg|slowburn|15 years age gap He leaned over her desk for fourteen minutes. Amalia didn't remember his name by the time Nadia was done with her. "What's his name?" "I don't knowww" Amalia whined. "Good girl." She wiped the smudged lipstick from Amalia's mouth with her thumb like a statement. Then walked the entire length of the office, poured water, walked back. Set it down. Amalia looked at it. Looked at Nadia. Raised both shoulders toward her ears and turned her face away. "You're being ridiculous, Amalia." But Amalia didn't budge. Nadia picked her up. Sat back down with Amalia settled against her, tipped the glass to her lips, kissed her once between every sip. Unhurried. Like this was completely reasonable. It was the most spoiled thing Amalia had ever allowed. She allowed all of it. "More." she said when the glass was empty. "Brat." "Your brat." Nadia didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just went to get more water. Amalia Peters. 20. Never carried her own bag. Never pumped her own gas. Never eaten a meal that wasn't placed in front of her like an offering. Beautiful. Brilliant. Completely aware of both. Then June took her parents and left her in a house so quiet she talked to empty chairs. She got a job not because she needed money because the silence was unbearable. She pouted through the entire interview. Got hired anyway. Nadia Crane. 35. Looks 25. Stopped being flattered by that around thirty. On paper - CEO. Empire builder. Never raises her voice. Off paper - cargo that moves at night. Contracts nobody signs twice. A stillness that has ended careers, companies, and at least three men's entire futures. She runs several companies. Only some are legal. She watched Amalia Peters sigh at a waiting room chair like it had wronged her ancestors. And hired her on the spot. Her parents spoiled her. Her boss ruined her beyond repair. #1 in spoiled. #1 in intersex. #1 in gl. #1 in lesbianlgbt #1 in sapphic

Book 2 of In The Margins Series! Can be read as a standalone! Claire Whitman doesn't do attachments. She doesn't stay, doesn't fall, doesn't let anyone matter long enough to leave a mark. Until one night - six years ago - when she did. It was supposed to be nothing. A mistake, something easy to forget. Except she never did. Because no matter how many people came after, no one ever felt like her. ❁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˋˏ༻❁༺ˎˊ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❁ Mae Rivera has spent years pretending that night never happened. She built the life she was supposed to want - her art, her boyfriend, her carefully controlled world where everything makes sense and nothing crosses the line. Because what happened with Claire did. It crossed every line Mae was raised to never even look at. And worse... it felt right. ❁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˋˏ༻❁༺ˎˊ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❁ Now Claire's back, and six years of denial begins to crack. Because no matter how hard Mae tries to bury it, her body remembers. The way Claire touched her. The way she wanted her. The way she still does. But some things aren't just complicated - they're dangerous. Because wanting Claire doesn't just mean risking her relationship, or her reputation. It means unraveling everything Mae thought she knew about herself. And Claire? Claire has nothing left to lose, except the one person she's never been able to forget. Some mistakes are meant to be buried. Others are the kind that ruin you... or set you free.

2026 Watty Awards Shortlist Finalist! Helena Pierce has it all. A company built from nothing, wealth, a best friend who knows her better than she knows herself, and a brother who would move mountains for her. On paper, her life is flawless. But perfection doesn't fill the emptiness. Helena is lonely and love has never come easily, and when it did, her need for control always pushed it away. She rules every part of her life with iron precision, and that same power keeps her from letting anyone in. Helena doesn't know how to surrender - and maybe, deep down, she fears what would happen if she did. ❁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˋˏ༻❁༺ˎˊ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❁ June Holloway refuses to back down. Words are power, and behind a screen, she wields them all. Declared deaf at six, though she had struggled to hear long before, she controls her world from home, safe from the noise and chaos she can't fully navigate... but safety has a price. She has her work, a best friend who never leaves her side, and a brother who would give his life for her. Yet love has always been complicated. Speaking, hearing, connecting - it should be simple, but for June, it's a battle she fights again and again, never easily won. Even so, she keeps trying. Even so, she refuses to be silenced. ❁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˋˏ༻❁༺ˎˊ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❁ Since June starts working for Helena, things begin to unfold and feelings grow quietly, almost unnoticed. Both hide behind screens, careful and measured, yet there is a pull between them they can't ignore. Every word, every message lingers a little longer, makes them think a little more. Neither is ready to admit how much they want it to go further. Helena doesn't know June is deaf, and could that secret change everything between them? #1 under #lesbian 1/9/26 #1 under #wlw 1/11/26 #1 under #sapphic 1/12/26 #1 under #girls 3/15/26

Evan Carter: A young, successful musician--loved by fans from around the world. What's the one thing she loves more than music? Ashley Daniels. Ashley Daniels: A young woman aspiring to become the next Editor in Chief at Eden Media. Who was the one she chose at the end of "My Roommate"? Evan Carter. But what if Evan and Ashley had a different ending? Dive into the AU, alternative ending story of Evan and Ashley where they have to face a whole new set of challenges. - FULL DISCLOSURE: you NEED to read 'My Roommate' first.

Evan Carter: a laid back teenager who's just looking for fun and nothing more. Doesn't care about grades and puts most of her time towards music and her friends. Oh and let's not forget-she's gay. Ashely Daniels: excels in all academics and has a lot of people who admire her. Beautiful and popular-and dating the quarterback of the football team. But, Evan and Ashley can't stand each other and have complete different personalities. But they do have a few things in common: They hate each other. Their parents are dating. They live under the same roof. And they share the same room. NOT AN INCEST STORY SO DONT EVEN THINK THAT. REPEAT. NOT. INCEST AT ALL. NOT EVEN IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT.

They call her MONSTER... but I want her anyway. *** Hizuki "Zuki" runs this city on blood and fear. Everyone knows it. Everyone fears her. Everyone except Irene, the one person she's not supposed to touch. A fragile truce forces them into marriage, and Zuki turns Irene's life into her personal, dangerous playground. She's possessive, intoxicating, and has made one thing perfectly clear: no one else gets to play with what's hers. Irene knows she should be terrified. But the predator in Zuki's dark eyes isn't just scary. It's a "fuck around and find out" level of irresistible. Who's claiming who: the bloodstained queen, or the pawn who's not playing by the rules?

Adeline LaGrange. Thalia Maral. The two clash the moment they meet. Faith vs science, warmth and ice. But the more their worlds collide, the more something quiet and dangerous begins to bloom between them. As secrets inside the church unravel, Adeline is forced to question everything she was raised to believe. She must choose between the faith that shaped her and the woman who is slowly undoing her heart. Some desires don't feel like sin at all instead they feel like salvation.

Ava et Nina se détestent depuis toujours à cause d'une vieille histoire qu'aucune des deux n'a oubliée. Mais lorsque leurs parents tombent amoureux, elles n'ont plus le choix : elles vont devoir apprendre à se supporter. Pire encore, elles vont devenir demi-sœurs. Faire semblant de s'entendre devrait être facile. Du moins, jusqu'à ce que la haine laisse place à quelque chose qu'elles n'avaient jamais prévu. Parce qu'entre rancœur, attirance et interdit, certaines limites sont faites pour ne jamais être franchies. Et elles ne peuvent pas s'aimer. .............................................................................................................. À toutes les personnes qui croient au grand amour, qui aiment le danger et l'interdit, mais surtout à celles qui sont incapables de choisir entre l'amour et la raison. Le cœur ou le cerveau ?