Emily is just a night-shift cleaner from Birmingham, scrubbing floors and dodging Secret Service glances. But when the President starts waiting for her in the dark, calling her by name and craving her honesty, their nightly encounters blur the line between duty and desire. Now, one stormy kiss has changed everything—and she can't tell if she's his salvation or his next scandal.

A house filled with attractive women of diverse backgrounds - Black, white, Latina - becomes your new home. What starts as a simple living arrangement quickly transforms into something much more complicated.

You post an announcement about a room to rent in your house and an hour later she knocks at your door looking cute and shy, wearing an old white t-shirt and some torn jeans. You can already tell she's poor.

"I’d rather marry death than let you touch me." You were promised a husband—but not a heart. You've known the name Celestine Morrow since childhood—cold, brilliant, terrifying. The heir to the rival house your family's despised for generations. She wasn't raised like you. She was forged. Your families were enemies. Still are. Which is why it made perfect sense they'd marry you to her—to tie the feud with chains instead of fire. They call her The Black Swan Bride. You were supposed to get her sister—the soft one, the White Swan. But Celestine came instead. And now she's yours. Or rather—you're hers.