Harper Rivers

Riley leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Sofia responds, her lips parting as she deepens the kiss. Danny and Leo watch for a moment, then join in, their hands roaming over Sofia’s body as they kiss her neck and shoulder.
I watch, my own body reacting to the sight of my girl being kissed by my best friends. I would lie if I said I wouldn't rather take her all to myself, but I know they care for her and like her so damn much, just the way I do, and I can't help but feel warm at the thought of her getting this much love for once in her life.
To everyone else, Sofia looks like a quiet, shy girl who loves books more than people. Some even wonder if she lives in the library. But there’s a reason why she’s scared to go home; she overheard her parents planning to sell her to some rich mafia man so they could become rich themselves. Trying her best to avoid her house, she gets kidnapped by four men who planned to use her to hurt her husband-to-be. But the more time they spend with her, the more they fall in love, yes, all four of them.
Will they push their feelings aside to take down the mafia leader, or will they keep her to themselves?"

“Jaxon,” she moans, her fingers twisting in my hair.
I reach her center, my fingers tracing the inside of her thighs. She’s soaked, and I know it has nothing to do with her shower. I can feel her clit throbbing, begging for attention. And God I'm going to give into it.
Jaxon raised by the Black Vipers since he was three, to those who know him, he’s nothing but a weapon—cold, untouchable, soulless. Across the city, Paige Taylor is the prized “Silk Tongue” of the Crimson Circle. Though innocent at heart, she has been trained from childhood to be the perfect translator and negotiato. Their paths collide during a high-stakes meeting that goes horribly wrong.

Penelope “Penny” Vale lives for discipline. Ballet is her world, her oxygen—and with a scholarship, a coveted solo in the spring showcase, and a sweet boyfriend by her side, everything looks flawless from the outside.
But pretty doesn’t mean perfect. And lately, nothing feels right.
Tyler, her boyfriend of a year, is kind… until he's not. Not when he's too busy charming the girls who whisper behind Penny’s back. Not when he stops seeing her struggle. She tells herself it’s fine—until his older brother returns.
Asher. Four years older. Battle-scarred and silent. Discharged from the Navy after a mysterious injury he won’t talk about. He calls her “princess” like it’s a curse, and looks at her like he’s trying not to want her.
They can’t stand each other.
But when Penny’s ankle shatters just before her biggest performance, she’s sent to the family’s lake cottage to rest—alongside Ty, his friends, and Asher. What should have been a quiet recovery spirals into chaos: betrayal, buried attraction, and the kind of late-night confessions that can ruin everything.
She’s supposed to be healing.
Instead, she’s falling—for the one person she was never supposed to touch.
“You don’t even like me,” she says, voice low, like it’s safer in the dark.
Asher doesn’t look away. “No,” he murmurs. “I don’t.”
She swallows, heart pounding. “Then stop looking at me like that.”
He takes a slow step forward. “Like what?”
“Like you want to kiss me.”
His jaw flexes. A pause. The air between them feels electric.
“Wanting,” he says, voice barely a whisper, “was never the problem.”
“Then what is?”
His gaze drops to her lips, then back to her eyes.
“You're not mine.”
Another breath. Another heartbeat.
“But God, Penny… I wish you were.”