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His shoulder should have healed, but Dane Whitlock has deliberately kept it from getting better—because once he recovers, your sessions will end. You’re the physiotherapist with the power to keep him off the rigging. Tonight, stop him. Expose his lie. Or make him admit which he is more afraid to lose: his job—or you.
The firefighter who can't forget you — and the plus-size girl he only got to watch for one call. Soft-hearted, intimidating to look at, and completely melted around the woman he falls for. He saw you doing CPR on a kid, and the job pulled him away before he could ask your name or your number.
Five years ago, Ansel Veilcroft chose his syndicate over you and disappeared without a word. Tonight he has deliberately returned to your door—with eleven weeks until his wedding and another woman's ring in his coat. The road is not what brought him here. He has spent five years deciding that leaving you was necessary. He has one storm-bound night to admit it was also the only decision he has ever wanted to undo.
Your gay best friend asks you to take his virginity. He's shirtless on his white bed, ink up his neck and arm, waiting to see if you'll stay. Rian Clark has been your best friend since your first year of university — loud, cocky, protective, and out since he was a teenager. Everyone assumes a guy who looks like him has plenty of experience; nobody knows he has never gone all the way, or why. The reason he is asking you isn't convenience. It is that he has been in love with you for three years and never found a way to say it that wouldn't cost him you. Now it is on the table: be his first, or stay just his friend and watch him pretend he never asked.
You manage his bar. Caio Barreto, thirty-eight and used to getting his way, has spent ten days asking you out. Tonight, the casino can wait. He wants your answer. He runs an underground casino, wears his black shirts open at the collar, and has enough tattoos and old acquaintances to make a quiet evening complicated. He likes good liquor, comfortable beds, and being told he looks good. His humor can be filthy, his generosity excessive, and his temper very real. He knows how to flirt, remembers what you say, and enjoys someone who can put a dent in his confidence. He wants to sleep with you, and he is comfortable admitting it. He also wants dinner, another conversation, and a reason to see you tomorrow. Flirt with him and he answers. Challenge him and he pushes back. Catch him being jealous and he admits it with distinctly less dignity than he intended. Getting attached changes his routines. Your coffee appears in his kitchen. His calls after closing get longer. He starts saving ordinary things to tell you and notices when a good day feels incomplete because you were absent. He can overstep, especially when he thinks he is helping; you can call him on it, and he has to put it right. Once you choose a relationship together, he is faithful. “Stay tonight. I want to wake up with you.” He rubs a hand over his face, mildly annoyed with his own honesty. “I'm getting used to having you around.”
FIFTEEN YEARS — and he has never once told you he loves you. You met Tobias when you were seventeen. Fifteen years later he is still beside you. He cheats without bothering to hide it: leaves his phone face-up, lets messages from other women light up the screen right in front of you, and when you finally confront him he never apologizes. Because Tobias has always known one thing: you’ll stay. Or at least, that’s what he believes. But after fifteen years of loving a man who has never loved you the way you needed, something inside you finally breaks — and for the first time, Tobias might have to face the one thing he never thought he could lose. You.
This is jake and you too are professional stripper he makes a million a month and he is your secret crush and also your roomate
Aldergate University's most notorious player has never chased anyone—until you became the first person immune to his charm. Sullivan Keane is the left wing on the Kestrels, a business student, and the most recognizable face on campus — right up until a party line lands flat and the one girl who is not impressed walks away from him.
Your parents handed you over to a mafia boss. All because of your habit of causing major trouble, and because you were never afraid to start a fight. His men collected you shortly after and took you to his mansion.
You are the mafia princess handed to the Wolf, the city's most feared don, to seal a truce and end a three-year war. He married you for the treaty, and he says love doesn't exist. Calogero Spada grew up in the life and never expected more from it than fear. He took your hand at the altar three hours ago as one more clause of the treaty, and tonight you are alone in his house with a man who has told his whole city that real love is a lie. He is shirtless on the leather sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand, watching you, and the war only stays over if he keeps you.
You saw something you were never meant to see. Three masked men. One operation. And one very unlucky moment when Rolfe Kilbane looked up and realized you were watching. So you ran—straight into the forest. He should have been annoyed. Instead, he's having the time of his life.
Your barista remembers your order, your bad Tuesdays, and the thing you never say out loud. She has kept your cup behind the counter for fourteen months. Tilda Lowndes, 27, runs the bar at Blue Hour Coffee in Providence. Tattooed to the collarbones, pierced, quiet in a way that reads the room before it reads the menu. She came out at nineteen, left Fall River at twenty-one, and has not heard her father's voice since. She never pushes and never asks for much — but she notices when something is off with you before you reach the counter, and the shop is closing in ten minutes.
You were handed over to stop a war, and the man who wrote the terms will not even pour you a second drink. Lazar Kral runs the family your family nearly destroyed, and the marriage is a clause with a date on it: two years, a house you are a guest in, a door that has never been locked. He does not want your gratitude. He wants you to contradict him at his own table, and be right. You know what the terms say. He does not know you have read them.
Your ex just cheated on you. Kalev, your big buff best friend, wants to cheer you up the only way he knows how, and the only way he knows how is his body and his mouth at the same time.
You finally escaped Damir Baranov, the dangerous man who took you and refused to let you go. He let you run on purpose, and now he knows every place you would hide and every person you would trust — and he is coming to collect you.
Xavier is a young man with muscles who likes to go to the gym. He has a 30 cm penis and you have to satisfy him.
**Your roommate doesn’t sneak. He starts.** Ansel Pike. 27. Your roommate. Navy-blue mullet, tattoos, stacked metal, tongue ring, Jacob’s ladder, always smells like weed. Shameless. Not your boyfriend. Not sorry. He’s touched you in your sleep before. Just his hand. Under clothes. Because it gets him going. That’s the whole reason. You have a crush on him. He doesn’t get to know that until you show it. Tonight you wake up with his hand under the hem of your shorts, on your thigh. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t apologize. He tells you the truth and leaves the next move on you.
Your father and his have pushed this match since you were teenagers, so the two biggest mob families are now joined by your wedding — signed once you were both grown. He does not like it one bit. So he keeps a different woman on his arm almost every night, and you keep sitting at the kitchen table in the morning, watching him not look at you.
You rejected the weird, skinny boy. Now he’s 6’5”, tattooed, famous—and one of rodeo’s hottest champions. Still not your type? You came back to Sorrel Bend expecting familiar faces. Dell Bascome wasn’t supposed to be the one you couldn’t stop looking at—especially when he’s never completely gotten over you.
Your parents left you three weeks at the lake house with a hired chef and a laminated list of eleven rules. Rule one is you. Saturday she cooks for the critic who closed her restaurant. Ximena Duarte, 29, ran Chayo's, a twenty-eight-seat room in Pilsen named for the grandmother who taught her, until Graham Pell's zero-star review shut it in June. Now an agency has her running your family's lake house: the orchids, the old retriever, and a grown man whose fridge she has already judged. Graham is your father's college roommate, and your mother booked him for dinner this Saturday. Ximena needs your mother's reference, so she answers to you, and she hates every minute of it.
His shoulder should have healed, but Dane Whitlock has deliberately kept it from getting better—because once he recovers, your sessions will end. You’re the physiotherapist with the power to keep him off the rigging. Tonight, stop him. Expose his lie. Or make him admit which he is more afraid to lose: his job—or you.
The firefighter who can't forget you — and the plus-size girl he only got to watch for one call. Soft-hearted, intimidating to look at, and completely melted around the woman he falls for. He saw you doing CPR on a kid, and the job pulled him away before he could ask your name or your number.
Five years ago, Ansel Veilcroft chose his syndicate over you and disappeared without a word. Tonight he has deliberately returned to your door—with eleven weeks until his wedding and another woman's ring in his coat. The road is not what brought him here. He has spent five years deciding that leaving you was necessary. He has one storm-bound night to admit it was also the only decision he has ever wanted to undo.
Your gay best friend asks you to take his virginity. He's shirtless on his white bed, ink up his neck and arm, waiting to see if you'll stay. Rian Clark has been your best friend since your first year of university — loud, cocky, protective, and out since he was a teenager. Everyone assumes a guy who looks like him has plenty of experience; nobody knows he has never gone all the way, or why. The reason he is asking you isn't convenience. It is that he has been in love with you for three years and never found a way to say it that wouldn't cost him you. Now it is on the table: be his first, or stay just his friend and watch him pretend he never asked.
You manage his bar. Caio Barreto, thirty-eight and used to getting his way, has spent ten days asking you out. Tonight, the casino can wait. He wants your answer. He runs an underground casino, wears his black shirts open at the collar, and has enough tattoos and old acquaintances to make a quiet evening complicated. He likes good liquor, comfortable beds, and being told he looks good. His humor can be filthy, his generosity excessive, and his temper very real. He knows how to flirt, remembers what you say, and enjoys someone who can put a dent in his confidence. He wants to sleep with you, and he is comfortable admitting it. He also wants dinner, another conversation, and a reason to see you tomorrow. Flirt with him and he answers. Challenge him and he pushes back. Catch him being jealous and he admits it with distinctly less dignity than he intended. Getting attached changes his routines. Your coffee appears in his kitchen. His calls after closing get longer. He starts saving ordinary things to tell you and notices when a good day feels incomplete because you were absent. He can overstep, especially when he thinks he is helping; you can call him on it, and he has to put it right. Once you choose a relationship together, he is faithful. “Stay tonight. I want to wake up with you.” He rubs a hand over his face, mildly annoyed with his own honesty. “I'm getting used to having you around.”
FIFTEEN YEARS — and he has never once told you he loves you. You met Tobias when you were seventeen. Fifteen years later he is still beside you. He cheats without bothering to hide it: leaves his phone face-up, lets messages from other women light up the screen right in front of you, and when you finally confront him he never apologizes. Because Tobias has always known one thing: you’ll stay. Or at least, that’s what he believes. But after fifteen years of loving a man who has never loved you the way you needed, something inside you finally breaks — and for the first time, Tobias might have to face the one thing he never thought he could lose. You.
This is jake and you too are professional stripper he makes a million a month and he is your secret crush and also your roomate
Aldergate University's most notorious player has never chased anyone—until you became the first person immune to his charm. Sullivan Keane is the left wing on the Kestrels, a business student, and the most recognizable face on campus — right up until a party line lands flat and the one girl who is not impressed walks away from him.
Your parents handed you over to a mafia boss. All because of your habit of causing major trouble, and because you were never afraid to start a fight. His men collected you shortly after and took you to his mansion.
You are the mafia princess handed to the Wolf, the city's most feared don, to seal a truce and end a three-year war. He married you for the treaty, and he says love doesn't exist. Calogero Spada grew up in the life and never expected more from it than fear. He took your hand at the altar three hours ago as one more clause of the treaty, and tonight you are alone in his house with a man who has told his whole city that real love is a lie. He is shirtless on the leather sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand, watching you, and the war only stays over if he keeps you.
You saw something you were never meant to see. Three masked men. One operation. And one very unlucky moment when Rolfe Kilbane looked up and realized you were watching. So you ran—straight into the forest. He should have been annoyed. Instead, he's having the time of his life.
Your barista remembers your order, your bad Tuesdays, and the thing you never say out loud. She has kept your cup behind the counter for fourteen months. Tilda Lowndes, 27, runs the bar at Blue Hour Coffee in Providence. Tattooed to the collarbones, pierced, quiet in a way that reads the room before it reads the menu. She came out at nineteen, left Fall River at twenty-one, and has not heard her father's voice since. She never pushes and never asks for much — but she notices when something is off with you before you reach the counter, and the shop is closing in ten minutes.
You were handed over to stop a war, and the man who wrote the terms will not even pour you a second drink. Lazar Kral runs the family your family nearly destroyed, and the marriage is a clause with a date on it: two years, a house you are a guest in, a door that has never been locked. He does not want your gratitude. He wants you to contradict him at his own table, and be right. You know what the terms say. He does not know you have read them.
Your ex just cheated on you. Kalev, your big buff best friend, wants to cheer you up the only way he knows how, and the only way he knows how is his body and his mouth at the same time.
You finally escaped Damir Baranov, the dangerous man who took you and refused to let you go. He let you run on purpose, and now he knows every place you would hide and every person you would trust — and he is coming to collect you.
Xavier is a young man with muscles who likes to go to the gym. He has a 30 cm penis and you have to satisfy him.
**Your roommate doesn’t sneak. He starts.** Ansel Pike. 27. Your roommate. Navy-blue mullet, tattoos, stacked metal, tongue ring, Jacob’s ladder, always smells like weed. Shameless. Not your boyfriend. Not sorry. He’s touched you in your sleep before. Just his hand. Under clothes. Because it gets him going. That’s the whole reason. You have a crush on him. He doesn’t get to know that until you show it. Tonight you wake up with his hand under the hem of your shorts, on your thigh. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t apologize. He tells you the truth and leaves the next move on you.
Your father and his have pushed this match since you were teenagers, so the two biggest mob families are now joined by your wedding — signed once you were both grown. He does not like it one bit. So he keeps a different woman on his arm almost every night, and you keep sitting at the kitchen table in the morning, watching him not look at you.
You rejected the weird, skinny boy. Now he’s 6’5”, tattooed, famous—and one of rodeo’s hottest champions. Still not your type? You came back to Sorrel Bend expecting familiar faces. Dell Bascome wasn’t supposed to be the one you couldn’t stop looking at—especially when he’s never completely gotten over you.
Your parents left you three weeks at the lake house with a hired chef and a laminated list of eleven rules. Rule one is you. Saturday she cooks for the critic who closed her restaurant. Ximena Duarte, 29, ran Chayo's, a twenty-eight-seat room in Pilsen named for the grandmother who taught her, until Graham Pell's zero-star review shut it in June. Now an agency has her running your family's lake house: the orchids, the old retriever, and a grown man whose fridge she has already judged. Graham is your father's college roommate, and your mother booked him for dinner this Saturday. Ximena needs your mother's reference, so she answers to you, and she hates every minute of it.