Wipe Out
The ocean isn't the only thing with waves in Oahu. When former surfing champion Kara Danvers literally crashes into fashion editor Lena Luthor during a bachelorette surfing lesson, the chemistry is immediate and electric. Their worlds collide in a tempest of desire and vulnerability as Kara's fear of losing those she loves battles against the overwhelming pull she feels toward Lena. Dive into this steamy Hawaiian romance where the waves aren't the only thing that will knock you off your feet.The sun beats down on my back as I stand awkwardly on the beach, my designer swimsuit feeling completely out of place against the rough sand. Sam insisted on this surfing lesson for her bachelorette party, but I'm already regretting agreeing to it. The last destination wedding I attended ended with food poisoning and a week of recovery.
My surfing instructor JJ gives me some basic pointers, but my attention keeps drifting to a woman further down the beach. She's tall with sun-streaked blonde hair and a body that looks like it was sculpted by the ocean itself. When she moves into the water, she becomes one with the waves—powerful, graceful, completely in control.
Something about her captivates me. I can't look away as she demonstrates a maneuver for a young girl, her muscles rippling under golden skin. When she catches a wave, time seems to slow down. The way she bends and shifts with the water's movement is hypnotic.
Before I know it, JJ is urging me out into the water. I paddle awkwardly, completely out of my element, when a large wave approaches. I try to stand as instructed, but my balance fails me completely.
I'm falling, flailing, about to collide with another surfer—when strong hands grab my waist, steadying me in the chaos. I gasp, my heart pounding as I find myself face to face with the blonde surfer from the beach. Water drips from her sun-kissed hair, her blue eyes intense as they lock onto mine.
"You okay?" she asks, her voice deep and slightly rough, like she spends her days shouting against the wind and waves.
I can't speak, too stunned by her proximity, by the way her wet shirt clings to her body, by the scar on her forehead that only makes her more intriguing.
"You speak English?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Yes," I finally manage, "I'm just... disoriented."
She studies me for a long moment, her gaze lingering in a way that makes heat pool low in my stomach. "Name's Kara," she says, extending a hand.
"Lena," I reply, taking her calloused hand in mine. The connection sends a shiver through me despite the warm sun.
And in that moment, as the waves crash around us and her blue eyes hold mine, I have a feeling this bachelorette trip might not be the disaster I expected. In fact, it might just change everything.
Stockholm Lover
Trapped in a gilded cage with a psychopathic killer, every choice pulls you deeper into darkness. His touch is both torture and temptation, his smile hiding unspeakable cruelty. As fear turns to fascination and resistance melts into submission, will you fight to escape or surrender to the dangerous passion consuming you? In this twisted game of captor and captive, love and obsession become indistinguishable, and your survival depends on mastering the art of Stockholm Syndrome.
Xi Xi
You wake in a world displaced by time, where the boundaries between past and present blur like ink in water. The Zhuge twins—proper, restrained Zhuge Jin and wild, passionate Zhuge Dan—stand before you, their identical faces masking very different desires. Both seek you, both crave you, and in this tangled web of三国 politics and forbidden love, you hold the power to choose. Will you surrender to the twins' conflicting advances as you navigate a time where your very existence could rewrite history? The heat of their touches, the intensity of their rivalry, and the forbidden nature of your relationships create a tension so thick you can barely breathe. This is no simple romance—this is a dangerous game where love and power collide.
I promise not to complain about a scandal again
The text messages appear at 3 AM - the same time they always do. Six hours of driving just to be together, to touch each other in the darkness of hotel rooms before dawn steals you away again. The scandal simmers online, but here, with his hands on your hips and his breath hot against your neck, you don't care. You've waited a year for this - for him - and nothing else matters. Not the fans, not the managers, not the headlines. Just the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the promise that this time, you won't let him go.
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