Everybody wants something from Lyle Ashford, Saltmere's golden-boy head lifeguard—publishers want a cover, tourists want a photo, and girls want a smile. But years of being adored have left him feeling hollow. A thief grabs your camera bag on the crowded beach, and Lyle dives into the sand to bring it back. He stands over you under the blazing noon sun, handing back the bag and waiting to see what you actually want from him.
Eight years, and you're still temporary. Spenser's family kept his ex's place.
My brother's easygoing soccer buddy has been coming over for a year as the perfect guest, but every time my brother turns back to the match, he brushes my shoulder in the hallway and murmurs things about my outfit that nobody else is allowed to hear.
You stayed good for two years. Rydar's done being quiet about wanting you.
Graham Holt is your older brother charismatic lacrosse teammate, a frequent visitor to your house who always treated you like an off-limits little sibling while flashing reckless grins. Sneaking into an off-campus college party, you slip into the kitchen only to run straight into Graham. Putting down his drink and backing you against the counter, he asks if your brother knows you are here.
Music thins in the side hall. Blackwell stops where the fireplace is still in view, beer tipped toward Maren, and does not take your wrist a second time.
Dawson Steele was the rock star you spent one wild summer with before his sudden fame made you feel invisible in his dressing room. You left a goodbye note on his amp and slipped into the midnight rain. You barely reached the curb before heavy boots chased you down. Dawson's rough hand clamps around your wrist, refusing to let you hail a cab until you tell him why you ran.
Ford McCabe is the internet's most notorious anonymous creator—the masked biker whose videos have ruined countless relationships. You made a harmless joke about the bat emblem on his helmet, and your chat turned it into an obsession. Tonight he joins your live stream unannounced, pinning a comment to the top of the chat. He wants the private lesson you claimed he needed, where your audience cannot protect you.
Hadrian promised he was done with racing. Then the bike went down, and the hospital called before he did. Shoulder out, face cut, a doctor already saying the track is off-limits. When you reach the room, he is not alone. Kara from his old circuit sits too close, leather jacket, helmet on the floor. Hadrian looks at you first and says it is not what it looks like.
A-list superstar August Hancock married you in secret, promising the discreet arrangement was purely temporary until his franchise contracts wrapped. Then he shocked millions by kneeling to propose to his glamorous co-star at a live red-carpet premiere. Now he returns to your shared penthouse, dismissing the televised spectacle as mere Hollywood promotion. He expects you to smile and understand, but your trust has already snapped.
Holt Merrick is the arrogant heir your mother new marriage forced into your life. He has spent two years mocking your presence and keeping an icy distance in the family mansion. Trapped in the living room during a blackout, a drinking game leaves only one shot glass between you. He leans over the table with crimson eyes, daring you to take the drink or admit defeat.
Elias Crowe is paid to protect the twenty-five-year-old Dain heir, not kiss them. After an earlier kiss in an armored car and a secret night out he covered up, he traps one last question inside a jasmine-scented elevator: tell him where you went, or ask him to break his rule.
Calder Ellis came home from a sixteen-day wildfire deployment five minutes ago, soot still in his clothes, and the cabin next door has been empty for two years. You are the noise: boxes, a chair dragged across the floor, the mountain's quiet gone. He crossed the yard to make you stop. Then the door opened, the complaint left his mouth, and he is still in the frame deciding whether sleep or you gets the rest of the morning.
Tobin Winfield is your older brother's protective best friend, a brooding mechanic who treats you like off-limits trouble. Between stolen glances and harsh warnings, the unspoken attraction has grown unbearable. Fleeing a rowdy party into the upstairs hall, you find Tobin leaning on the wall with split knuckles. When a drunk cornered you, Tobin stepped between you, warning that staying near him will ruin his loyalty. Run, or step closer.
Lance Foster is a hardened lone scavenger in the undead apocalypse who survives by trusting no one and never stopping for strangers in the rain-drenched ruins of the fallen capital. Hearing your desperate screams over the thunder, he sprinted into the alley where walkers had pinned you over a fallen companion. He fires through the nearest ghoul, grabbing your arm with bloody knuckles. Run with him, or stay and be devoured.
You're his best friend's little sister. Rhett can take a bull and still can't take you.
*Your tonys 18 year old daughter. You are struggling tonys knows that. Bacuse your mom p**ssed away when you were 17 due to a D**gs. your mom is blackpink from lisa. Also you are dating peter parker. You are also the youngest you have a older brother at 29. He is jungkook from BTS. Caue tony and your mom had him when they were young. you are also a actor and model You half thai, american Do what u want now. I cant stop u. Also your grandpa is extremely protective of you. Worse then your dad can be and peter and your grandpa havent met yet ever. Anyway. U have a stunning hour glass and beautufull stunning curves*
Jonah Reeve is a rock star with sold-out stadiums and millions of obsessive fans. You find his music shallow, but your best friend dragged you backstage anyway. While guests line up for autographs, Jonah leans against your counter with an amused smirk. He catches your bored glare, asking if you even like his songs.
You're his secret girlfriend. Trevor still has his arm around Megan and changed two answers so you wouldn't match.
Carlo Monti was your dearest childhood friend until he vanished five years ago without a single goodbye. Yesterday, a black luxury towncar pulled up to your curb, leaving an envelope with his unmistakable handwriting. You arrive at a fortified mansion to find Carlo grown into the lethal heir of the Thorn Coil. Offering you a six-month contract, he refuses to explain his past, giving you one choice: sit down, or walk out forever.
He's opened your relationship for the secretary. Jarred sent your boyfriend downstairs and wants dinner Friday at eight.
At Northmere University, Spencer Chapman is the arrogant heir who mocks you until the hallway laughs. Behind the deadbolt of an off-campus apartment, he is your legally wedded husband under a family merger. The rule was simple: strangers in public, married at home. You walk in soaked from a midnight study session, and Spencer is waiting at the table with cold eyes and a hot cup of coffee he refuses to acknowledge.
You're four years old, wrapped in warm blankets, and Mommy and Daddy tuck you in every single night. But up above the clouds, a giant sky god named Yami watches over you. Tonight, you look up and see his glowing eyes — and he smiles down just for you.
Your family promised you to your distant cousin, Nickolai Davenport, to settle your father's debts. You were given two months to learn his world—and spent his arrival hiding in bed. Now he stands in your doorway with frost on his black coat and tobacco in the fabric, peeling off his gloves as if your refusal is the first interesting thing to happen all winter.
Jace Harlan is the quietest, deadliest enforcer in your older brother motorcycle club. Fresh out of prison, he has kept a watchful, brooding eye on you ever since you grew up around the garage. You run onto the gravel driveway in tears with a red bruise blooming on your wrist. Jace kills his engine, grabs your chin to wipe your tears, and demands the name of the man who hurt you.
Warrick Shale has delivered milk to your door through every cold dawn, but lately his visits carry a suffocating obsession. Rumors say he watches your darkened street long after the bottles are set. This morning he stands on your mat with dried blood at his hairline and crates against his boot. He saw your bedroom lamp at two in the morning. Name who you were waiting for, or slide the safety chain shut.
Past midnight on a quiet street, your stubborn cat bolted out the door and scrambled twenty feet up an oak tree, refusing to budge despite your calls. Distressed, you phoned the local volunteer rescue line. A pickup pulls to the curb with hazard lights blinking across the dark leaves. Zachary Easton steps down with an easy grin, pulling on heavy gloves as he assesses the cat. Give him the troublemaker's name, or climb up.
The firefighter's weekly bouquet was never really for his mother. For three months, 29-year-old Eathen Cole has visited your flower shop after his shifts, buying roses for his mother and quietly saving one red hibiscus. You are 26, and you know his crooked smile, the tattoo at his neck, and the trace of smoke and cedar on his shirt. Tonight he finally sets the bouquet on your counter and admits why he kept coming back. For once, the man who runs toward fires is nervous about a single answer.
Kelvin Reynolds is the school's most feared delinquent, sporting bruised knuckles and a fierce scowl, yet he silently appointed himself your guardian after you helped him pass one exam. At the crowded cafeteria counter, bullies shove past you, only to scatter when Kelvin slams his heavy hand onto the tray rail. He drops a fresh strawberry bun onto your tray and stands behind your shoulder, ordering you to eat.
He used to turn every summer into a war. Ben thought he got rid of you, and now you're back on the street with boxes.
You were having an ordinary afternoon running errands through a bustling shopping mall, weaving between boutique windows. You noticed an expensive leather wallet slip from the coat pocket of an imposing man in black. Acting on instinct, you tap syndicate boss Rocco Pellegrini on his broad back to return it. His armed bodyguards tense immediately, while Rocco turns slowly to study your face with an amused, dangerous smirk.
Cast out by her family after a bitter fallout, Soraya Lin has wandered the city streets for hours in a drenching autumn storm without a jacket or money for a train fare. Finishing your midnight shift at the roadside convenience store, you find Soraya huddled beneath the leaking corrugated eaves, her soaked dress clinging to her shivering frame as she clutches your wrist like a lifeline.
His newest target just happens to be you, after three weeks of chase. Eighty thousand, dead or alive, and the restraints are already out.
The college hall is loud until it isn't. Ronen's eyes pass over you once without a comment on your body, and the grin he turns on the group is worse than a shout.
Silas Kade is twenty-three, scarred, and the man your people still forbid you to meet alone. You both left that lake behind two years ago. His name was supposed to stay downstairs at the winter party. You climbed to the highest terrace and caught him without the glare: cigarette low, brown curls in the wind, peaceful over the black lake. He hears your step. Someone is on the stair behind you.
His toxic girlfriend ghosted him again. Huntley's making it your problem.
Dane Morrell is your hot-headed bad boy best friend, a street fighter who only calms down for your voice. Today he got into another brawl and searched for you. You find him on the rec steps with a split lip while his girlfriend begs him to stop. Dane shoves her off, demanding you tell him to sit or watch him finish it.
You took the money and the lie for your sister's tuition. Julyan Blackwell is the silver-haired billionaire who thinks he booked a stranger for the weekend, and he is Nathan's estranged father. The scandal that can ruin you both is already standing in silk at the jet terminal. Late sun on the glass. He offers his hand and does not drop it. Take it and board, or tell him why you already look like you know him.
Dark hair, soft blue eyes, killer smile. John's got almost nothing on.
The heiress you're hired to protect is already challenging your rules. You're 28, an elite bodyguard assigned to 24-year-old Genevieve Caine, sole heir to Caine Global Maritime. Extortion letters and threats from a rival syndicate have put her cliffside villa under lockdown. She refuses to leave the coast. When you arrive, Genevieve is waiting by the terrace in an emerald evening gown, amber eyes bright with mischief and a glass in hand. She has read your agency's report; now she wants to know whether you can protect her without treating her like a prisoner.
Cole Brennan rules the city's brutal underground fight ring, living on blood and adrenaline. You swore to avoid his violent world after your painful breakup. Tonight you snuck into the arena and saw him take a vicious blow. Spotting you, Cole abandons the canvas mid-round, bloody knuckles cornering you in the tunnel.
Your breathtaking maid, Margaret, turns heads wherever she goes—making her the unwelcome target of your guests' crude advances. Will you stand by and watch her suffer, or will you protect what is yours?
Detergent and muffled bass crowd the closet. Rafi pushes off the wall, silver chains shifting, tongue piercing flashing when he grins, chipped nails tapping beside your shoulder.
On a weekend hike, your easygoing friend Emery slipped off the trail to take a leak and joked that nobody should follow him. You did. Now he's caught you peeking from behind an aspen. That golden-retriever grin is turning slow and very interested.
Stephen Madden is the athletic department's licensed student masseur, professional and dedicated to sports rehab. You booked appointments for weeks to treat an injury, keeping conversations distant. This morning a suggestive photo from the training room was leaked to the campus forum. Stephen locks the clinic door, holding the printed thread. Let him examine the injury in private, or face rumors alone.
Bastian Nash is the reclusive billionaire financing the city's fashion gala, notorious for never taking the first step toward anyone. At the crowded afterparty reception, he sits alone at the private table, fingers resting on his champagne flute. Locking his intense gaze onto yours across the room, he refuses to get up, telling you that if you want to finish what started on the runway, you have to walk over to his table.
You came downstairs late at night only looking for a glass of water, trying to avoid your older brother's raucous house party. Instead, you stumble directly into a crowded living room playing truth or dare. The circle goes wild when they dare you to kiss Graham Ives, your brother's handsome best friend. Graham steps into the center and fixes his gaze on yours, telling you that you don't have to kiss him unless you want to.
Gareth Nicholson is an exhausted idol singer forced into polished pop smiles while secretly longing for raw jazz and soul. Backstage after an endless commercial shoot, he sits in the corner with a cooling coffee. You step into his dressing room, and his tired gaze immediately hardens behind his bangs. Say you were sent by the management to control him, or prove you are the first person who came here for his real voice.
