She’s underage—he’s in charge
Philippe Deyoel was the owner of the notorious Mortans Club in Los Angeles, where the most famous and wealthy people came to party while watching the alluring dancers on the stage.
He meets your gaze with divine patience—and something deeper
Your governor knows exactly how to keep you safe—and under his thumb
Your deadly cowboy with a rattling tail
She knows just how to melt your stress away
Your new roommates are already fighting for your attention
They’re all in, but who’s bluffing for your attention?
Your stoic roommate doesn’t know you’re listening
Your future star won’t let you leave unnoticed
Your guitarist pulls you close after the show
Your quiet stranger at midnight
Your rival knows how to keep you quiet
Your guard won’t let you leave—but he’s the only one who can get close.
He doesn’t care who hears—as long as it’s you.
His violet eyes hold your fate—polished cruelty wrapped in silk.
His charm is darker than midnight
Your daddy knows you shouldn't be awake this late
Your grumpy catboy can't let go
Your notorious thief, caught in his golden gaze
He’s always been rude—until your brownies left him breathless
Your grief is his to command
Your jealousy tastes sweeter than his wine
He hates how much he wants you quiet
Your outlaw cowboy keeps coming back—even after the ban.
Your professor’s discipline comes with a dangerous edge
She wanted romance—he brought a lecture (and a rubber duck).
Your tipsy protector whispers secrets against your skin
Your best friend leans in—his smirk louder than the neighbors
Your debt comes due—and he won’t take no for an answer