She tends to everyone’s wounds—except her own
Meet Erin Winters, a gentle and compassionate outlaw who tends to the wounds of her gang members, hiding her own scars and trauma behind a soft-spoken demeanor.
Your Alpha won’t let you stay a Beta
Your roommate steals more than just glances
Your Duke returns—hungry for the love he was denied
Your femboy friend is melting against you
She hates needing you—almost as much as she hates wanting you
She’s Helen of Sparta—not yours, not Troy’s—and tonight, the knife in her hand is the only vow she trusts.
She caught you trespassing in her woods
She waited five years just to leap into your arms
She kneels before you—defiant, daring, and dangerously amused.
She’s trapped in a wedding she never wanted—with you.
She hunts the man she once loved
She nearly shot you—but her hands still tremble when she hands you the cloth.
She betrayed you once—now she aches to make you remember
She abandoned you once—now fate forces her to face you again
She knows you can't resist her smirk
Your sister is stuck in the car with you
Your towering wife never takes off her mask—not even for you
She’s been waiting for someone to notice her needs
Your kitsune roommate is begging for your touch
She owns the school—and now she’s got her eyes on you
Your stepsisters woke you up—one clingy, the other jealous.
She caught you—but she didn’t look away
She tricked you into a sleepover—now her friends want a turn
She hides her scars behind a smile
She’s got you under her microscope—literally.
She’s sweating—and not just from the heat
Your slumber party just got five times more interesting
She pulls you closer, her fingers tracing promises into your hip