#Scarlett is such a sweet and cute woman

[kyros-tha-soldier]

god, they look so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Omg and their smol and cute Rebecca oooh they're the cutest familyyy

[hemlock-dreams]

Hypothetically, if you were going to write hunting!spider as a fic, how would you do it? Like, where would the story start—with Peter as the bartender, or his backstory? Would you flash back to his old universe?

-🕊️

Like this:

Peter hasn’t worn the suit since here got here. He hasn’t done much in the last two months of his new existence beyond haunting New York like a phantom, trying to figure out who he is and where he stands in a reality that hasn’t been unfortunate enough to have a Peter Parker in the first place.

Or a Spiderman.

Strange hadn’t been kidding about the magic. Peter feels like the victim of his own hubris, asking for a clean start, a world where no one knew him. He’d asked and he’d been delivered.

Almost. 

The world is there, technically, but it’s like looking at a painting he’s seen a thousand times, only to realize the details are off. It’s the phones with the home button on the bottom, the different slang, the green money, all his favorite songs with wildly different lyrics, so many painful differences- a slow death by a thousand cuts.

Peter thought it would be easier, like a new beginning stretching out ahead of him, the sea-breeze smell of a fresh start after stepping out of Ryker’s. 

But Uncle Ben isn’t waiting for him at the docks this time. Nothing is waiting except the uncanny arms of a city that used to know him. Like running into an ex after years apart, recognizing the same general shape, but being strangers all the same.

Damn it. He should have asked Strange to take his memories too.

At least then Peter would know what to do with himself instead of haunting Brooklyn at night like a ghost, fighting the cognitive dissonance of taking turns he used to know like the back of his hand, only to be startled when they lead into dead-ends or open out into streets that shouldn’t exist.

That’s why he hasn’t worn the suit. Because forget being Spiderman, who the hell is Peter, here?

His melancholy is interrupted by a woman’s voice, faint if not for Peter’s enhanced senses.

“Listen, you’re a sweet guy, but I don’t like mixing work and my personal life.” The voice is extra sweet in the way women get when trying to talk themselves out of a dangerous situation.

No matter the lifetime, Peter can’t ignore that.

So he changes course, beelining towards the source with silence that’s more instinct than experience. He sticks to the shadows, easily avoiding the few flickering streetlights between him and the alleyway. His night vision pierces the darkness, tracing down the detailed shape of the tall, lanky man cornering a woman in the middle of the alley. 

He’s leaning, off-balance, clearly drunk, and boxing her in with one leather-clad arm, “Come on, Scarlett. I been asking for your number for weeks. Just one date, give a guy a chance, huh?”

Well, it was comforting to know that no matter the timeline, scum remained scum. 

“Paul, you’re wasted.” The woman- Scarlett, is draped against the wall, seemingly at ease and deceptively loose-limbed, even as she fists a set of keys between her knuckles, “Why don’t we have this discussion somewhere a little nicer? There’s a cute cafe that’s open tomorrow-”

“Fuck that. It’s always one excuse after another with you,” The guy- Paul- snarls, swaying from one foot to the other. The frustration is a ticking bomb,  “Why are you bein’ such a fucking bitch?”

Like clockwork, the slurs come out, and a peaceful resolution is no longer an option.

Scarlett realizes it too, because the hum of anxiety lacing her syrupy-sweet tone finally bleeds into her body. Her muscles lock, visibly entering fight or flight. 

That’s Peter’s cue.

“Is there a problem?” Peter’s voice is like a knife in the dark, popping the bubble and making the two flinch.

“Who the fuck are you?” Paul sneers, face slack and ugly from drink. “The fuck you think you’re doing, butting in?”

Peter ignores him, glancing towards Scarlett, who flicks her eyes between them and the rest of the alleyway. Unfortunately, there’s only one entrance and he’s blocking it. Out of options, Scarlett plasters herself to the wall.

“This is between the lady and me.” Paul is still talking, stumbling towards Peter, “But I’m a nice guy, so I’m going to give you a chance to turn ‘round and walk away.”

“Generous, but I’ll have to decline.” Peter murmurs and crosses the distance, invading his space before the man can respond. The promise of violence always lights something in Peter’s stomach, but for all the man’s shit-talking, the fight, if it can even be called that, is pathetic. Paul is so drunk Peter can taste it in the air, and his spidersense doesn’t even bother kicking in as he dodges one wobbly punch after the other. 

He doesn’t bother dragging it out. It only takes one good fist to the gut to drop Paul to the ground, followed by one good kick to the chest to keep him there. The aftermath is anticlimactic, awkward silence punctuated only by the rattling wheeze of the unconscious man beneath him.

Even pulling his punches, Peter probably cracked his ribs. It would take more effort than he’s got to feel sorry, especially since Scarlett is still glued to the wall, eyes trained on him and practically vibrating with adrenaline.

Slowly, Peter creates some space, backing out of the alleyway so he’s not obstructing the exit. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah.” Her reply is curt and wary, but Peter isn’t offended. He knows what he looks like, looming in the dark with his ratty clothes and unkempt beard. Best thing he can do to convince her of her safety is to walk away. 

So he does just that, and he’s almost halfway down the block when he hears her behind him, clacking heels loudly in the chill night air, “Wait!”

Peter pauses, turning around. 

Scarlett stops a few meters away, clutching the strap of her gym bag over her chest. “Sorry. That was rude of me. Thank you.”

Under the streetlights, her face is striking. Her bright green eyes are smoky and sensual, with bold cheekbones and dark lips framed by wisps of red hair falling out of a messy bun. She’s exactly the type of woman Peter would fantasize about back in Rykers, the kind he would see on pinups in Marko’s cell- tall and feminine, with lean legs and a waist Peter could span with both hands. 

The resolute look on her face reminds him so much of M-

He shunts that thought as soon as it appears.

“Don’t worry about it,” Peter responds with a shrug. He’s not stupid enough to lecture a grown woman about walking the streets at night. “Was there something else?”

Scarlett chews on her lip, eyes flicking back to the alley before settling on Peter for a few long beats. Whatever she sees in him makes her sigh, and some of the tension leeches from her shoulders. “Feel like walking a girl to her job?” 

Peter is a little surprised, and he takes a second to consider, mostly so he doesn’t look threatening, then nods, “Where to?” 

“Maggies.” At his confused look, she raises a brow, “Saint Margaret’s?” 

Still not ringing a bell, “Is that a…church?” He doesn’t remember any Saint Margaret’s in his Brooklyn, and it just reinforces that fish-out-of-water feeling that’s been choking him for the past few months.

“A church, sure.” Scarlett snorts derisively, laughing under her breath. When Peter doesn’t join in, she shoots him a wide-eyed look, “Oh. You’re serious. It’s an dance bar”  

Walking at night makes more sense now. That, and the obvious stage name. “I don’t know where that is. I’m…kind of new in town.”

“I can see that,” She says, and the gold of her hoop earrings catches the light as she falls in step beside him. Peter keeps his strides short and even, staying in her line of vision as they walk. It doesn’t escape his notice that she’s still got her keys between her knuckles, though they’re no longer clutched in a tight fist, “What brought you to New York, Mr. Good Samaritan?”

“Peter.” He says. “I was looking for a fresh start and kind of washed up here,” Peter feels like he’s being called out on some lie, as if anyone glancing in his direction will peg that he doesn’t belong.

But Scarlet is just nodding, unawares, “Nice to meet you, Peter. And I get it. That's why I moved here, too. It might take a bit of time to get your bearings, but it's worth it when you do." They’re heading down the street, taking a turn on 81st that should have led into a main thoroughfare but doesn’t, instead turning into another little set of streets full of gated-off shops covered in graffiti. Even the gang signs don’t look the same. He tries not to think about it.

“I appreciate what you did,” Scarlett is saying, “Paul’s been a pushy bastard but I thought it was all drunk bravado, you know? I never believed he’d actually follow me. I’m glad you were there, but I’m sorry it had to end in violence.”

Resorting to violence is one of Peter’s favorite pastimes, but he’s absolutely not going to admit that out loud. Instead, he hums, tucking his hands into his stained hoodie, “Some people only listen when it's fists talking. Hopefully the lesson sticks.” Peter frowns, “You said he followed you, does that mean he knows where you live?”

Men like that tend to hold grudges. Especially if they've been had their head knocked around in an alleyway.

“Thank god, no.” She shudders next to him, gripping the strap of her bag a little tighter at the thought, “He caught me coming from my day job. I’ll have to tell Weasel to put him on the blacklist for the club though…and change my shift. Ugh.” 

Peter nods in sympathy. Shiting schedules between two jobs is going to be a nightmare. “Weasel?” 

“The owner of Maggie’s.” She clarifies.

“Your boss is named Weasel?” Yikes. Peter can’t imagine what kind of shit someone had to do to earn that nickname.

“Yeah.” She laughs, “But don’t let the name fool you, he’s weird but he’s decent. There are lots of other clubs in the area but Weas lets us have a bigger cut than most other places. Plus, we get to set our own rules.” 

They cut the street, avoiding some dark patches where the streetlights gave out.

“That’s good.” Peter agrees, “Otherwise this is a pretty sketchy walk for a small paycheck.”  

It really is a sketchy walk, and his spidersense pings at odd moments, though nothing comes out of it save the odd junkie that wanders out of the shadows.

“I’ve had worse,” Scarlett shrugs, finally tucking her keys back into her purse. The stiff line of her shoulders has completely melted away now that they’re in what Peter assumes is familiar territory. “This is nothing compared to my last job.” 

“Which was?” 

“Telemarketing.”

Peter would rather take his chances soloing Thanos. “Point taken.” 

“We’re almost there. Just down the road.” Scarlett points one long acrylic nail toward a looming brick building punctuating the street. Peter wouldn’t have given it a second thought if not for the single garish neon sign of a scantily dressed nun at the corner, directing his attention towards a nondescript door.

“Welcome to Saint Margaret’s School for Wayward Children,” Scarlett enunciates each word with an eyebrow waggle, grinning when Peter cracks a smile. “Finest entertainment this side of Brooklyn. Thanks for walking me.” 

Peter doesn’t doubt it, especially if Scarlett is where they set the bar for dancers. “No worries. Stay safe, yeah?” Then he turns, intending to keep walking until his head is empty.

Scarlett pauses with her hand on the door, “You’re not going to come in?” 

“Not really my scene.” A true statement, one that doesn’t have to acknowledge that Peter is capital-b Broke. Hard to get a proper-paying job when he doesn’t legally exist. He’s done a few gigs under the table, but the last few weeks have left Peter sleeping on empty rooftops with an emptier stomach. 

“Really? I was hoping I could treat you to a drink. It’s the least I can do.” Scarlett sounds disappointed.

“You don’t owe me anything.” 

She puts a hand on her hip, “Fine. Let’s consider it a celebratory drink then.”

“For?”

“Ugh,” Scarlett rolls her eyes. There’s no way she doesn’t know how charming that is. “For getting rid of Paul. Making new friends- whatever you want.”

Peter huffs a small laugh, “Friends? We just met.” 

It’s not an outright refusal, because Peter is weak for the first real taste of human contact he’s had in months, and Scarlett smirks like she scents blood, “What can I say? I got a good feeling about you.”

Peter snorts. Now that’s a first. 

“C’mon, Tiger. One drink. What have you got to lose?”

Peter exhales a long, slow breath, “Nothing.”

[makethemhoesmad]

sex concept-2

paige x oc

paige’s pov!

wc: 754

part one

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this is the first time in quite a few years i’ve woken up with a woman on top of me, in my bed, in my clothes, and haven’t fucked her. not that i don’t want to. in fact, i really want to. she just won’t let me.

“p…” i hear scarlett whimper on top of me, shifting in a way that gives me a blissful whiff of her shampoo.

“mhm?” i answer, wrapping my arms around her. she turns her face into my neck, muttering something about how my room’s “so goddamn fucking cold,” and i think i fall in love right there, trying to pull her closer into me to keep her warm. i guess she wakes up fully a few moments later, because she rolls off of me, sits up, and says,

“i really should go home, i’ve got a date with one of my friends in two hours.” 

No way she’s about to go on a date with anyone other than me, even though she’s technically not mine. I grab her and hold her to my chest, letting her squeal and demand to be released.

“let me go, bro, come on, paige.”

“nun uh, gotta have you close to me for just a little bit longer. i’ont got practice for another hour and a half, baby, we could stay here till then.”

i see her resolve falter, her pupils blow wide as she listens to me trying to sweet-talk her down. when her eyes flit down to my lips, i try to swoop in, press them to hers, but she places a hand right over my face. 

“i really, need to go. thank you so much!” she crows, scrambling out of my bed and out the door, leaving her dress and taking my pants. it’s okay, really, i think as i watch her leave. i let the moment of her scurrying out in my clothes replay in my mind until my phone rings, with kk yelling to remind me we have practice in 30 minutes.

~

“normally after paige gets pussy she plays like a mad woman,” kk remarks, nudging azzi, who had just commented on my two missed layups.

“fuck all the way off, kamorea,” i mutter, storming towards the locker room.

“damn, she leave you hanging?” azzi asks, smirking at me.

“yes, bro, she told me she doesn’t fuck athletes,” i whine, burying my face in my hands. azzi pats me on the head, saying,

“what a shame, she’s really cute. scarlett, right? of course, you got her number so maybe you could change her mind or something.”

my face goes red, then pale. “No, azzi, i didn’t get her number, because i couldn’t think to ask her any of that shit. she shakes her head, walking out and calling that i should have tried harder, and to do something about my layup situation.

~

later that night, after a long, hot shower to contemplate my recent issues, i open instagram, set on scrolling a bit then going to bed. i lay down, and my plans are destroyed by the still lingering scent of scarlett on my pillows, my blankets, my sheets, my skin. i find myself opening her instagram, moving my hand between my legs. it’s sinful, how quickly i come onto my own fingers, with her name on my lips, just from a picture of her. i lean back, languidly scrolling through her photos, appreciating her. i’ve scrolled just a bit too far when i accidentally click the heart near the bottom of my screen. i panic briefly, then decide to leave it. let her see me stalking her. i plug my phone in, laying it facedown and turning over to scream into my pillow. my phone buzzing has me jolting up and grabbing it, nearly shrieking in delight at an instagram notification from @scar_let

why u stalking me, creepy 

i giggle, unable to control myself

just can’t seem to get you outta my mind, ma

i reply back. i hope she thought it was slick, and not overly creepy and cringe.

bet you were rubbing one out to my old high school volleyball pictures

this girl, goddamn. she’s not right, but she’s not necessarily far from the truth.

you’d have lost that bet because i wasn’t rubbing one out to your high school volleyball pictures

i smirk, watching as the message goes to seen, and she starts typing.

wanna show me what you were doing then?

and then next message is an address, with a little winking face.

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

A Flirt and a Hero?

This is my first fanfic on here and it’s been AWHILE so be gentle with me and let me know if you want more!

Slight warning!: hint of violence and gross intoxicated men flirting.

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You were on your first month or so working at this tavern/inn and it was the busiest time of week, thankfully it was still early and the rush hadn’t come yet. You had gotten used to the brash comments and drunkards of the nightly crowd, getting to know a bit of the regulars and hearing the tales of adventures near and far, though half the time you know most of the stories are a bit stretched to say the least. Although it paid fine and the tips are typically pretty good, given you were a fairly attractive elven woman, it wasn’t too hard to flirt your way into making a few extra coins. Plus you enjoyed a good flirt once and awhile.

As the night was picking up and the crowd was flowing it slowly but surely you saw some familiar faces, some you like and some you frankly wish they’d lose a bar fight and never come back but what can you do, just smile, get the ladies out a bit and work your magic, just another night.

You were bringing out an order along with another barmaid that worked there, cute curvy tiefling girl named Scarlett who had been working there forever apparently. Walking over to her table she took lead and was doing most of the talking, being respectful to her getting her tips you remained on the quieter side of things and spoke when you had to, dropping off the drinks, it was a loud group that you had seen fairly often, Vox Machina is what they called themselves, you yourself hadn’t heard of the group but a few coworkers sure did.

The small male Gnome was flirting up a storm to Scarlett, not that you could blame him, some of the stuff he said was…creative to put it nicely. Though there was a certain half elf man that caught your eye and luckily you had his drink.

“And this is for you handsome.” You said as you sat his ale down on the table, he turned his head to you and gave a smirk followed with a light chuckle “well well if I knew the service would be so charming I would’ve dressed better.” He returned your energy, you knew were going going to have some fun flirting with this one if he keeps it up. “I bet you say that to all the barmaids” you teased as you playfully pouted and walked away from the table with Scarlett. You felt his lingering gaze upon your back and you couldn’t help but have a slight grin on your face.

As you continued to make rounds, refilling tankards and bringing over food you caught the waving of a hand, your eyes followed the arm and saw that same half elf man dressed in black, although he was at a different, smaller table and his friends were scattered about the tavern. You sauntered over towards him with a sweet smile. “Need something?” You ask as you hold the currently empty tray in front of you, flat against your body. “Yes indeed, I need your name, love.” He stated as he leaned onto the table he was sitting at, resting his chin on one hand, the other gesturing for you to join him. You get closer to the end of the table but don’t sit down, you might get in trouble for that given it’s gotten so busy. “My name? How can you ask me that when I don’t know who you are?” You tap his nose with your finger to further the flirtation and he takes your hand gently before you can pull it away and placed his lips on the back of your hand, giving it a kiss. “The name is Vax, now it’s your turn beautiful.” He gave you a wink afterwards.

Even you, who’s heard every line, every flirt and then some felt your cheeks become slightly warmer than before, he was good and he knew it. “Well if you’re gonna kiss me more to get my name, maybe I won’t tell you!” You playfully pulled your hand back and rushed off, gotta leave them wanting more right? Even though you were the one wanting a bit more this time. He, unbeknownst to you, swiftly followed you back to the bar and was sitting down when you turned back to head back out to deliver yet another ale. You stopped, a bit surprised he was so quick to follow.

“Now, aren’t you a naughty one.” He chuckled out as he scanned you from head to toe and back up. Your uniform tight against your body and corset bringing out your curves. “Wait right here and I’ll tell you anything you want.” You say as you pass him, speaking softer so only he would hear. Your free hand brushing some hair as you do so. You deliver the ale to the table and one of the very drunk men grabbed you a little more aggressively than you’d like. “Oh- was there something else you needed?” You asked, trying to pry away from his grasp slightly, it was no use. He pulled you onto his lap and was trying to convince you to come with him for the night.

“C’mon little lady! A pretty thing like you should have fun with someone like me, let me show you a good time!!” He was slurring his words and barely keeping direct eye contact despite you being literally on his lap, you hop up and push away saying “No! Now let go of me!” He had said some less than respectful things to not only you but every waitress in here so he lost the whole ‘politely decline’ privileges. As per usual this didn’t sit well with him or his other wasted buddies at the table. You were backing away as they advanced and soon you felt an arm snake around your waist and pulled you away, as you looked you saw a familiar black garb and saw Vax. “Now I believe this lady and many others have said ‘No’ and I best believe your respect that before you get your ass beaten.”

The men in front of you both laughed. “And what are you gonna do pretty boy?! Hit me?” Vax, who was calm as still water laughed himself a bit and shook his head “Oh no no, you’re mistaken, I can’t be bothered with that, but he will.” He pointed.. above him? Oh right! He has a Goliath friend! From what you saw he was the cheerful one other that the Druid girl, but when you saw him now he looked battle ready, even without a weapon in hand. He threw his fist into his other hand and had a bloodthirsty grin. “Best we go now, love” Vax spoke softly to you as he weaved you both through the crowed just in time for the brawl to break out. You blinked as you watched the main hall get absolutely destroyed by not only the man and Goliath but everyone else who started fighting elsewhere in here.

You looked up at him as he let you go, his hand resting on his hip paired with his grin. “A flirt and a hero I see, what a combo.” You smile and close the distance a bit, your chest touching his. “My name is Y/n, it’s nice to meet you Vax.” His grin grew bigger as you got close. “Trust me, the pleasure is mine. Wanna get out of this place?” You weren’t sure if he meant to have some ‘fun’ or to just flirt more but either way you were game.

[aroreiel]

A little Joe POV blurb I did, influenced by the photo below. A little suggestive, but nothing crazy. 😜 Maybe a work in progress, I've got many of them. 😆

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It's early Sunday morning and you thought you'd have a lie in after the more than interesting night you had. You were exhausted you could barely stand. Drifting away in your cosy bed you suddenly hear a car horn from outside. Sounds close. "What the fuck, I just want some sleep..." you grumble, sliding out of bed in the most undignified way. Opening the curtain, you look through your bedroom window. You recognise the car immediately "Shit" and, before you know it, your legs scramble down the flight of stairs with a newfound energy. Reaching the front door, you throw it open and are greeted by him.

Popping up through the sunroof he was glowing and beautiful, his hair was still unkempt, the now torn clothes that were pristine only hours before. The signs of your interesting night now presented itself in the daylight and you blushed at the memories now flashing through your mind. You'd been a woman possessed. His eyes were tired but the darkness in that stare he was giving told you he wasn't ready to end this yet. "So, erm, I haven't been home. Ready for another ride?" Oh, he wasn't done.

"But I'm in my pajamas." you chortled.

His voice dipped in tone, and with a smirk spreading across his face he replied "Not for long darling, so I wouldn't worry. Cute though."

You felt your cheeks turned a scarlett red. A shock of heat flooded through your body and suddenly you were awake and biting hard into your bottom lip. This man just revived you. You hadn't even realised you'd already closed the door and were already making your way towards him. "So an encore?" you responded cheekily.

"And this time, baby...we'll keep that sweet arse of yours away from the car horn." he teased.

[iricathel]

“Iriiiiiinaaaa~” Scarlett called for her friend once she met up with her, “How do you feel about some cute, delicious snacks for these holidays? Look! Cat sushi!”

“Aren’t they cute? They are edible! Don’t worry I didn’t make these… I simply saw them and I thought we could share them today~ no cats were harmed. And no kitchens.”

“Oh, and I recently discovered these! Bath bombs! They smell amazing. You probably knew them already, but~ I got you heart-shaped ones for a more lovely look.”

“Fufu~ I hope we can spend more time together next year, I’m always looking forward to seeing you.”

“Merry Christmas!”

"Ah Scarlett, good to see you today. What are you up to today? You look really excited this day."

Irina smiled softly after turning to see her redheaded friend, to then pay attention to what she had in her hands.

"Cat sushi—? That's adorable! I hope they have some salmon inside, or maybe tuna? It would make sense for these kitties." The blonde gave a light but cheerful giggle. "And don't be so exaggerated, I am sure that with practice and a lot of patience you will be able to prepare really delicious dishes."

Seeing the small gift that was presented to her, the young woman remembered that in other cultures gifts were given on Christmas Day.

"My oh my, you're so sweet, Scarlett. They really do smell wonderful and are certainly their form is pretty lovely and romantic— Wouldn't you mind to share a bath with me to test it? Haha, joking of course!" Irina paused for a few seconds to take her gift as she gave Scarlett an innocent smile. "— or maybe not.~"

"But thank you for this and all the efforts you do for us to have a great time together, you're a very cherished person for me and I wish we can spend more time enjoying each other's company... Merry Christmas for you too, Scarlett."

"Let's enjoy this meal together."

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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Book Tropes:

✦ First responder/ firefighter

✦ Forced Proximity

✦ Protective Hero

✦ Small town

✦ Former SEAL/military

✦ Friends to lovers

Book blurb:

I spent years living in fear because of my own mistake.

Living in self-imposed isolation, I suffered through years of guilt and fear and anxiety.

But I couldn’t keep hiding indefinitely. So I moved to Sleepy Hollow to be closer to my best friend and her family.

Despite my worries, it was better than I’d hoped. I found a cute little house. Friends. A job I loved.

And I met Grant. We’re just friends—I have too much baggage for more—but seeing him is my favorite part of the week.

But when my ordinary job turns into a nightmare, Grant’s the one I want to protect me. And it’s only when I’m in his arms that I feel safe.

Neither of us were looking for a relationship.

It seemed better that way. Safer. Even if Scarlett was the kindest and most beautiful woman I’d ever met.

Deep down, I think I always knew I wanted more. But I thought we’d have time to ease into it.

Then Scarlett’s attacked while defending her patient, and everything is thrown into stark clarity.

Why am I ignoring what my heart is telling me? Am I going to let the ghosts of my past determine my future?

When it turns out the attack wasn’t random, that Scarlett was targeted and she’s still in danger, I’ll use everything I learned as a SEALto protect her.

I’m not willing to lose the first woman I’ve seen a forever with.

Scarlett’s Hero is the fourth novel in the small-town romantic suspense series, Heroes of Sleepy Hollow. It has a former SEAL turned firefighter hero, a kind but emotionally wounded heroine, friends-to-lovers, action and danger, forced proximity, twists and turns, and plenty of sweet and steamy moments. (Can be read as a standalone novel.)

Heroes of Sleepy Hollow follows the stories of the first responders of Sleepy Hollow working alongside the Blade and Arrow Security team. Expect to see cameos of your favorite B&A characters throughout this series!

[cocktailsfairytales]

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I spent years living in fear because of my own mistake.

Living in self-imposed isolation, I suffered through years of guilt and fear and anxiety.

But I couldn’t keep hiding indefinitely. So I moved to Sleepy Hollow to be closer to my best friend and her family.

Despite my worries, it was better than I’d hoped. I found a cute little house. Friends. A job I loved.

And I met Grant. We’re just friends—I have too much baggage for more—but seeing him is my favorite part of the week.

But when my ordinary job turns into a nightmare, Grant’s the one I want to protect me. And it’s only when I’m in his arms that I feel safe.

Neither of us were looking for a relationship.

It seemed better that way. Safer. Even if Scarlett was the kindest and most beautiful woman I’d ever met.

Deep down, I think I always knew I wanted more. But I thought we’d have time to ease into it.

Then Scarlett’s attacked while defending her patient, and everything is thrown into stark clarity.

Why am I ignoring what my heart is telling me? Am I going to let the ghosts of my past determine my future?

When it turns out the attack wasn’t random, that Scarlett was targeted and she’s still in danger, I’ll use everything I learned as a SEALto protect her.

I’m not willing to lose the first woman I’ve seen a forever with.

Scarlett’s Hero is the fourth novel in the small-town romantic suspense series, Heroes of Sleepy Hollow. It has a former SEAL turned firefighter hero, a kind but emotionally wounded heroine, friends-to-lovers, action and danger, forced proximity, twists and turns, and plenty of sweet and steamy moments. (Can be read as a standalone novel.)

Heroes of Sleepy Hollow follows the stories of the first responders of Sleepy Hollow working alongside the Blade and Arrow Security team. Expect to see cameos of your favorite B&A characters throughout this series!

#BAPpr #GiaCobie

[project1939]

200 Films of 1952

Film number 186: Woman of the North Country

Release date: Sept 5th, 1952 

Studio: Republic 

Genre: western 

Director: Joseph Kane 

Producer: Joseph Kane 

Actors: Ruth Hussey, Rod Cameron, John Agar, Gale Storm 

Plot Summary: In 1890, Christine Powell’s family owns the biggest and richest mining company in Minnesota's Iron Rage. She is determined to maintain wealth and power, especially when valuable ore is found on a competitor’s land.

My Rating (out of five stars): ***½  

For a cheap Republic film, this was pretty damn good! We even got a strong female anti-hero who was deliciously fun to hate! The story was engrossing, and it was unique to have a western set in northern Minnesota. If not for a few issues, this could have been a great film. Unfortunately the only print that seems to be available now is in very bad shape- it's a shame because this is a movie that deserves better. (some spoilers)

The Good: 

The character of Christine Powell was probably my favorite part of the film. She was kind of a northern version of Scarlett O’Hara, if O’Hara had an evil twin! Christine was so conniving, every time you thought she had gone as far as she could, she went further. But I loved it. 

Ruth Hussey played Christine well, especially for a cut-price film. Her refined appearance and demeanor were wonderfully accompanied by some sly and devilish expressions.  

I liked Rod Cameron as Kyle, a seemingly good man caught up in Christine’s web. Cameron could be a little stiff at times, but it kind of worked. His huge imposing frame (he was 6’5”) combined with a typical western stoicism was an asset. If you like a beefy looking cowboy, he’s your guy. 

Gale Storm! I was happy to see the girl from My Little Margie play another role. She was pleasing as the sweet but intelligent Cathy. 

I got invested in the relationship between Cathy and Kyle. They were cute together, and I loved the fact that Cathy had a high social IQ and always seemed a step ahead of her man. 

The story was very engaging, and it took some brains to keep up with it all. 

There was some good dialogue. I paused the movie a few times to write stuff down. 

I liked that it took place in Minnesota. It’s always cool when an uncommon location for a Hollywood film gets some love. 

There were no racist Native American stereotypes in this western! Rare indeed. 

The word “jackass” could slide by the Production Code in 1952? Sweet.  

The Bad: 

It tried to cram too much plot into one movie. In my view, this is the flaw that prevented it from being a great film. The plot and the momentum started to fray in the final 30 minutes or so. 

This was obviously a cheap film. The sets and the special effects were subpar, and there were some awkward beats here and there, causing that lack of fluidity that a lot of budget films can have. 

Did I like the ending with Cathy? I’m not sure she should have just welcomed Kyle back with open arms. 

The town drunk who could never stray far from a bottle was an Irish guy named O'Hara? Come on, we can do better than that sorry stereotype!

[theoracleofgiana]

Chemistry

 (Mind Of Metal Lab, Rosestorm)

A cloud of steam and coughing filled the small lab. "We should have thought this through more," Celeste sheepishly remarks as she notes the white foam blocking the door. From next to her, Scarlett sighs. Celeste had cornered Scarlett earlier that day to help with a project. The two got permission to use the Mind of Metal lab and got all the proper gear. Unfortanly the spells kept going awry, leading to this moment of foam casing them inside the lab. "Can you melt the foam?" Celeste asks the fire witch, who shakes her head. "Sorry, Lamb, I'm drained. We either have to wait or hope someone finds us," Scarlett says before lowing herself into one of the lab chairs. Celeste hums and moves to the floor next to the other. "This isn't too bad," She looks over to Scarlett as she speaks. "There are worst people to be trapped with." Scarlett snorts at that. "Like Lillian?" She teases the other. Celeste looks aghast at her words. "I never want to be trapped with Lillian!" Celeste's voice raises at the prospect. "She'd probably lecture me for hours!" Scarlett laughs and grins at the white-haired woman. "Well, getting off of Lillian, why do you call me lamb?" Celeste asks, making Scarlett turn the same color as her name. "Your hair is very white and fluffy, like lambs fur," Scarlett tells her after a moment of silence. "Aw, Strawberry! That's so cute!" Celeste coos as Scarlett wants to crawl into a hole. "You better not be calling me that because of my hair," Scarlett tells the other with a slight glare. Celeste giggles in response. "Scarlett, your hair is browner, not red. Besides, I think strawberry suits you because you're the sweetest witch I know," Celeste tells the auburn-haired woman with a smug smile. Scarlett feels her brain short-circuiting and heat rushing to her cheeks. Still, she can't resist taking a jab at the moon witch. "So you know other sweet people who aren't witches?" Celeste levels her with a playful glare. "Scarlett, you won't ever take a compliment. Will you?" She says, lightly scolding the other. "I might accept them if they came with a kiss," The words are out before Scarlett can stop them. As Celeste gives her a wide-eyed look, Scarlett can feel herself start blushing. She covers her face as she starts to ramble excuses. "SCARLETT!" Celeste's yell makes her uncover her eyes. The first thing she notices is melted white foam. She must have used her power in the heat of the moment. The second thing she sees is Celeste's radiant smile. To Scarlett, it makes the woman look like she's out of a painting. Seeing Scarlett effectively frozen, Celeste gives a soft sigh. She moves closer to the frozen woman and gives her a gentle nudge. When Scarlett makes no movements, Celeste gets an idea. "Thank you for saving us, Strawberry," Celeste whispers in Scarlett's ear. She then places a delicate kiss on the woman's cheek. As Scarlett reboots, Celeste leaves, humming quietly to herself. She couldn't wait for the next time the two could hang out together. 

(A/n: The younger witches are adorable to write. Also, Scarlett attempting to be smooth but failing is me. I suck at flirting. These two are so cute and sweet for each other. They are also chaos and known as the troublemakers of the witch group. I'm probably going to write about Victoria and their realization next so keep a look out for that. I hope you enjoy and have a good day!)

[passingfaces]

"Yes, that's the game," Scarlett nodded, as she pictured the cover of the game that she based the costume on. This woman was so cute and gave such 'hype-girl' vibes, which was her favorite type of girl. "You are sweet like candy and I could just eat you up," she giggled, as she found the version of her that wasn't a reflection. She grabbed her hand to be sure. "Are you Barbie?" she asked, as she looked over her costume.

"Oh! I've heard of her - it's like, those legend games or something!" Her hand trailed against the mirrors, trying to find her way back, "It like - suits you! You've got this, like - elven vibe about you. It's like - super elegant." Myria finally popped up besides Scarlett, "Oh! There you are! I think - you're, like - the real thing, right?"

[gayerthanevertbh]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 || 𝐧.𝐫.

gif credits:  marvellegends

summary: natasha comes back home after a long mission she was on and as soon as she walks inside of her bedroom, a slightly bare skin of yours teases her eyes. 

warnings: top!natasha, strap-on, oral on a strap (r giving), rough sex, dirty talking, daddy!kink, pet names (sort of?) i don’t know what else lol

author’s note: i will update the other woman tomorrow i hope since ya’ll want more lmfao but i’m thinking of making a scarlett series once again, it’s just a thought though but i don’t think no one will be interested in that. anyways, hope you enjoy my steamy one-shot ;)

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When Natasha left for a mission, you were the neediest that you’ve ever been. The redhead ordered you not to touch yourself until she comes back and you’ve done nothing but follow that rule – although you’re so close to breaking it for your pleasure.

You were staying at Natasha’s trailer in Norway, where the government won’t find the woman since she’s on the run. You’re the one who keeps everything safe and that’s the reason why you’re technically living there for some time. It’s been two months since your girlfriend left and right now all you need is her warm kisses and her touch. You smile at the thought of the redhead peppering kisses all over your jaw while thrusting two fingers inside of you with her shuddering groan. Oh, it turns you on.

You put the cleaned dish on the tiled cupboard and walked back to the room and flopped your entire body on the soft mattress, sighing how good it feels to interact with sleep. You yawned and reached for the lamp button and clicked it off, drifting off to slumber as soon as possible.

It was 2 am around midnight when Natasha came back home quietly, feeling exhausted from her trip. But, she was also feeling very horny since while on the way home, the woman did nothing but stalk the naked pictures that you sent her through text. If she was being honest, the redhead even masturbated before she came back home to you.

As soon as she opened the trailer door, Natasha was met with quiet surroundings. She assumed that you were in slumber so she quickly grabbed herself a bottle of beer and walked carefully inside the cold room where you were deeply asleep. She loves this sighting of you, where you’re just humbly sleeping without even moving – it was cute yet it gets her worked up at the idea of waking you up with her desperate kisses while taking off your panties.

“What a cute little princess,” she mumbles darkly and places the beer on the small table near the bed, sighing when her calloused hands reach for your legs – touching them very gently. Natasha smiles, way too deep, and leans down to place a gentle kiss on your ankle. Weird.

She then hovers her body to yours and wraps her arms around your small waist with her strong arms, pulling you close until your ass is pressed against her tight jeans where there is an evident bulge inside of it. You stirred awake, spinning your head until you realized it was your girlfriend who was hugging you so tightly.

“Baby,” you whispered in excitement and tried to turn yourself around so you could kiss her but the woman held you in place, shushing you until you heard her whisper,

“You look so beautiful when you’re asleep,” she places sweet kisses on your right cheek while her hands maneuver to your camisole top until they reach for your full breasts. She sighs in desperation, feeling your nipples perking up even though she hasn’t done anything yet.

“Natasha,” you turned your head until your lips were smashed against her side mouth, moaning when the woman starts grinding her strap in your ass.

“Yes, moya lyubov'?”

“I–Mmph,” Natasha cuts you off with a dominating kiss that made her let out a strangled moan, cupping your breasts harder while rutting her hips until you bottomed on her covered cock.

“Let me make you feel good,” she whispers with a deep voice that gets your cunt all wet and needy. If she touches it right now, you’re sure to cum on the spot. The redhead pushes you into the mattress and hovers you once again, smiling devilishly when your nipples are seen through your white camisole top. She couldn’t wait any longer and slowly took off your top with one swig, gasping at how full your boobs are.

“You’re so beautiful,” Natasha says while burying her face in between your breasts, her other hand palming harshly on your right boob – tweaking your nipple until you let out a loud shriek that made the woman lift her head with piercing green eyes.

“All needy and horny for me, huh?” she chuckles and kisses your middle chest, moaning as you arch your hips for more friction. You need her cock so badly that–

“Daddy,” you whined like a needy whore and humped in the air, closing your eyes tightly when the zipper of her pants hits on your core. “Please, I need you so bad!”

“Shh, Daddy is getting there angel,” she says while pressing kisses below your stomach. It tingles you, the way her expert lips are all over your skin and you want nothing but to be fucked by her right at this moment. You just want to pull out that faux cock and slurp the tip of her toy until she fucks your face as her life depends on it.

“Fuck…” you stifled a whimper.

“No cursing, dorogoya,” Natasha demands sweetly, and kisses your pelvis once more until her hands are hooked inside of your panties and you pull it down swiftly, smirking. “My god, look at you. You have the prettiest pussy in the world, Daddy is so proud that you never touched what’s hers.”

She kneels on the bed and unzips her pants, pulling the jeans down until it reaches her lap in such a teasing way. The redhead smirks at the way you look at the cock that was in between her milky legs, standing at its glory. The faux cock has the same color as her skin and it almost made you believe that she has a dick in her pants. She loved using it on many occasions, especially when both of you are in public and in her car.

Natasha slowly strokes her cock up and down and says, “Suck daddy’s cock, baby. Get it all wet for your tiny pussy.”

You were fully in your sit-up position and grabbed the base of her faux cock, looking at her eyes in the most seductive way that Natasha couldn’t help but moan at the pretty sight. You lick under the cock, lathering it all up until you reach for the tip and sink your mouth all the way to the middle of the strap.

“Oh fuck yes,” Natasha firmly grips your hair and pushes more of the cock inside of your wanting mouth, gagging when the tip hits your throat. Natasha haunches her hips as she slowly thrusts her big cock inside of your mouth, moaning from time to time. “Jesus fuck, I bet your mouth feels so good right now. You’re lucky enough I don’t have a dick because if I did I would’ve filled that filthy slutty mouth.”

Her dirty talking, the way her hands are holding your hair tightly, almost made you come into the scene but you know if you did the woman would have to punish you. And you seriously don’t want that tonight, you want to feel her. All of her.

“Mmph!” you muffled while she bottoms out inside your mouth, your nose pressed against her pelvis, and breathed hard at it. She keeps fucking your mouth more, making sloppy and gurgling sounds until you hear Natasha whispering, “Take it. Take all of my cock, god…”

The redhead pulls your head back until she can see a string of your saliva connected to her dick. She smirked evilly and pushed you back on the bed, turning you until your front was pressed into the soft mattress. She positioned your hips in the air and slaps your right cheek softly, making you let out a loud feminine moan.

“Natasha!”

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” Natasha cooed while she pushes up her gray thin sweater, her toned stomach on full display. Your ass was in the air, feeling the cool air hit the warm skin – especially the spanked one – and you were in a moaning mess, you wanted that woman to push that cock inside of your pussy until you were braindead. It’s what you deserve after not touching yourself for a couple of months.

“Daddy, please fuck me… fuck me with your big fat cock!” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip hard until you could taste a coil of blood from it. The woman chuckles and pushes two fingers inside of your cunt, feeling your warm wetness all around her thick fingers.

“God, you’re so pretty like this,” she says while thrusting inside of you slowly. “You’re so wet for me too. Daddy can’t wait to fuck you numb.”

Leaning close to your face, she hotly whispers, “You know your safe word. I’m going to fuck that pussy raw… I’m so going to fuck it raw.”

Without a word, Natasha pushes the tip of the cock inside of your warm heat until most of her length is inside of you. You let out a whiny moan as you felt all of her, you felt so incredibly full and wanted. It’s almost like you never want her to pull out.

“God,” she groans with a ragged breath, her firm hands on your hips; gripping your skin tightly. “You’re so fucking tight for me… I can feel you. I want to feel all of you baby…”

“You’re in me,” you whispered breathlessly while you played your tits under your body, wanting to feel more. “Daddy I feel so full… you’re so big!”

“I’m that big huh?” She cocks, pressing her whole front onto your back, and grips your throat with her hand, biting her lip to stifle herself from moaning. “You’re such a filthy whore… wanting to be fucked by me. Wanting my cock so desperately, you can’t get enough of it huh?”

“Yes! Oh god,” you mewled and moan incoherently when the woman starts to pump into you with each thrust, making a sloppy sound with both of your skins. “Oh god, oh god… you make me feel so fucking good.”

“Watch your mouth, detka or you’ll seriously be in trouble,” she states while still pounding her cock inside of you, hissing at the fact that your cunt is gripping it so tight that she can almost feel it. She looks down, sighing in satisfaction to your genitals connected. Well, she has a fake cock but it doesn’t really matter right now. All she feels and thinks is your wet pussy being slammed by her own dick.

“Mmph, yeah, fuck…” Natasha moans to herself once your core is pressed all the way to her pelvis, feeling your wetness all over her skin. “Daddy is so horny for your greedy pussy, did you miss me? Huh? Did you miss daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!” you babbled, letting out pathetic moans that were being filled up the room. The woman presses you harder against the mattress until you can hear the bed squeaking with so much of her thrusting, hearing her grunt with each push.

Her head nuzzles into your neck and bites your exposed sweaty skin, shrieking from her sucking your marked spot. Natasha’s warm hands made their way to your ribs and held you tightly there, pushing more of her length inside of you, almost in a rigid way.

She makes that happy noise that makes your climax come a little sooner and pushes one last time inside of you until your hips are pressed together. “You have no idea how much I masturbate to you every day. When I come home-Ugh, fuck–I masturbate to your naked photos. God, I could’ve called you but you’re so busy you don’t pick up my phone calls…”

“I’m sorry Natty,” apologized while gripping the sheet of a pillow with your teeth as you felt Natasha’s thrusting increase, groaning when the tip of her cock hits your spot; making a sloshy sound.

“S’ okay baby,” Natasha whispers in the nape of your neck and pumps into your wet cunt three to four times until she grunts, “I’m close. You better fucking come for me once I come, got it, princess?”

You nodded frantically and can’t help yourself but scream at the way she slaps the side of your ass, grunting and moaning and grabbing your hair while her hips are still pressed into you. You can feel all of her, you can feel all of her. And never once in your life does this feel good. It felt so immaculate, it’s like she was made for you to be worn out and fucked.

“God damn it,” she uttered while bringing her hand to your mouth, covering it while still pumping inside of you at a faster pace, making the bed shake uncontrollably. “Can’t stop thinking about you when I was away… and when you were asleep I thought about me eating your pussy until you woke up, although I wouldn’t do that without your consent– Oh fuck, right there baby… right there, come for me right now!”

“Ugh–Oh fuck, yes daddy!” you clenched around the girth of her dick and came undone, writhing on the sheets as you screamed with broken moans ahead – your vision blurring at how your orgasm takes over your body. Your chest was heaving, your face was damped, most especially your cunt was very much worn out from her fast-paced fucking. You were about to close your eyes when you heard more of Natasha’s grunting, her thrusting became harsher and she lifted your torso to knead your breasts possessively, her head into your neck as her other hand gripped your hip for leverage.

“You’re taking me so well–Ugh!” She hisses when your ass is pressed up against her pelvis, chuckling seductively when both of your skins are in contact. She then trails her fingers to your clit and pinches on it, hard.

You screamed in the wonder of pleasure.

“I bet that needy little clit needs my fingers,” you did nothing but whispered a ‘yes’ and she continued to shallowly thrust in you. “I bet my cock makes you feel so good. I know it does, god… you’re so beautiful when you’re all over me.”

You nodded, trying to say a word but you were so numb with the feeling that you don’t know how to speak anymore. You fall onto your stomach again and use your arms as leverage, so the woman above you can play with your perked nipples.

“Daddy’s going to cum! Hungh, oh yeah… fuck!” she practically growled and sunk her teeth into your neck. She gives her final thrust until the woman jerks onto your body, grinding your hips together until your ass is very much pressed onto her hips. You clenched around the woman, silently screaming into the pillow while Natasha had her other hand on your throat, pulling you into her until her tits were pressed against your sweaty back. The redhead shuddered, heaving with her undying orgasm until both of your lifeless bodies fell onto the mattress.

Turning, you have your legs on top of her thighs as she pulls you into her, both of your sweaty fronts mending to each other. She sighs, smirking down at you, and presses her lips on the tip of your nose.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers with a croaky voice while her hands trail down your arm smoothly, smiling when you blush at her remark. “What? Did you miss me too?”

“Of course I did, It’s just…”

“Just what, my pretty girl?” Natasha giggles and pulls your neck until your head is laid on her chest comfortably, you smile.

“I just haven’t felt you for so long, that’s all.”

She only hummed and continued to pepper kisses all over your face. You giggled when you felt her lips nudge onto your mouth and gladly opened it, feeling her tongue slip inside. Natasha moans when both of your tongues meet and deepens the kiss, groping your breasts when everything gets heated between you two. But, you were extremely exhausted so you pulled away, letting Natasha look at you curiously and asked,

“Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, smiling sheepishly – as if you’re too afraid to ask if she wanted to cuddle instead of fucking again.

“Can we cuddle? Please?”

The woman sighs and purses her lips, then smiles widely at you toothlessly. She pulled you closer to her until her chin was resting upon your head and whispered,

“Of course, my love. Of course.”

And throughout that night, both of you went into slumber and hope that tomorrow she’ll never leave you again.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Can you share other smutty romance novels books??

Lol, well! Sure, always.

Since you didn't specify historical only, I'll throw in some other authors for you to consider.

Helen Hoang--Maybe my favorite contemporary romance novelist? Writes about Vietnamese and biracial characters, includes a lot of ASD rep. Her first book, The Kiss Quotient, is one of my all time favorites. It focuses on a heroine with ASD who hires a sex worker to teach her how to be good at sex (she's had partners tell her that she's frigid, basically). Very hot and very sweet. He tells her she has a porn star pussy and I? For one? Find it quote romantic. The second book in the series features a virgin hero and a single mom heroine, and essentially what is an attempted arranged marriage setup from his mom? Love it. Will advise that her latest book, The Heart Principle, does deal heavily with the illness and decline of a parent, and some have argued that it's not a romance. Idk about that, but it's definitely in a gray area.

Talia Hibbert--Talia writes black (often fat) heroines, though I do want to emphasize that she writes, as far as I know, ONLY interracial romance. Not all of her heroes are white, but I don't think any of them are black; I don't want to suggest that she's writing black romance. These are strictly interracial romances. Her books also feature other types of rep... One heroine is chronically ill, one is queer, and one has ASD (with a hero with ASD as well) from what I've read thus far. These books are super hot, and not always in a conventional~ way. Act Your Age, Eve Brown features a fabulous scene with a sparkly purple dildo.

Sierra Simone--Sierra writes kinky erotic romance in a variety of different categories. My favorite book by her is Priest, which is essentially about a Catholic priest who falls in love with a woman who comes to him for confession (the book is a solo male POV, heroine is an ex-stripper, which I love). She also wrote American Queen, which kicks off a trilogy that is like... King Arthur's court meets The Kennedys meets kinky sex, I guess? It centers on a throuple featuring the president, the first lady, and the vice president. It's not for everyone, but it's definitely smutty. I also really like her novellas in the Duke I'd Like to F... and Rake I'd Like to F... collections, which are historical romance (DILF features a m/f age gap romance from her, whereas the RILF book features a m/m kidnapping romance).

Nicola Davidson--I've as of yet only read her novellas in the DILF and RILF collections, but she's very much a known entity in smutty historical romance and I want to read more. She writes a good amount of menage historical romance, and from what I understand they always feature everyone together, which I love.

Katee Robert--But of course! Katee writes erotic romance in a wide variety of different categories... My favorite from her is still the first one I read, Desperate Measures (which is Jafar/Jasmine with a ddll dubcon kidnapping vibe--its in her Wicked Villains series, which are pro-villain Disney retellings set in a dark organized crime world). She writes a good amount of menage where swords always cross, etc, as well as some f/f. She and Jenny Nordbak (whose fiction I've yet to read, but I love her memoir about her time working for a dungeon and I highly recommend it, The Scarlett Letters) just pulled off an EXTREMELY successful Kickstarter for a paranormal romance collection they're doing with four other authors. Sounds like monsterfucking!!!

Speaking of monsterfucking--C.M. Nascosta wrote the famous Morning Glory Milking Farm, which is a short book about jacking off and falling in love with minotaurs. It's quite cute and very... explicit. I know she has a mothman book out called Sweet Berries (I haven't read it yet) and I'm pretty sure her werewolf breeding book comes out on July 28.... And I'm VERY excited about that.

If you're open to old school smut, I'd recommend Elizabeth Lowell's medieval trilogy. The descriptions are a bit flowery, yes, but it's pretty hot in my opinion. There's a lot of dubcon throughout the series, and the third book (Enchanted) does feature a heroine who was raped in the past, and that's a huge plot point throughout the book. These heroes are all alphas, at certain points they're all assholes, but they do end up laid low by these women. So that's fun.

A Caribbean Heiress by Adriana Herrera--This is the first full length novel I've read by Adriana. It was really good, and there was plenty of hot sex, including one scene that took place on the Eiffel Tower.

Of course, the usual suspects I've mentioned for historical romance: Elizabeth Hoyt, Kerrigan Byrne, Tessa Dare, Scarlett Peckham, Joanna Shupe... As for others I don't think I've mentioned in this context as much...

Sophie Jordan--She writes very smutty romances, imo. Definitely some of the hotter ones published in the mainstream market. Like.... check out This Scot of Mine.

Vivienne Lorret--I've only read one book by her (How to Steal a Scoundrel's Heart), but I found it to be pretty hot and incredibly romantic.

Stacy Reid--Again, one I've only read one from (A Matter of Temptation) but I thought it was very well done and the sex was great.

Eva Leigh--She has a couple of great novellas in the DILF and RILF collections, and A Good Girl's Guide to Rakes is one of the only recent mainstream historical books I've read that uses the word "cunt", so snaps for Eva!

Jennifer Ashley--I've only read The Madness of Lord Ian MacKenzie thus far, but ugh it's super hot (also the hero has ASD).

Of course, if I like the author, I enjoy the sex scenes, because sex really matters to me in these books. So like... Sarah MacLean (especially her upcoming book), Lisa Kleypas, Julie Anne Long (not quite as explicit as some but very hot), Beverly Jenkins.

[idy-ll-ique]

Voices.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: nothing but floofy-floof

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: in which you can hear the voice of your soulmate in your head and Y/N's soulmate is someone really special— her celebrity crush.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! do y'all know how long ago I wrote this fic, like— at least 2 years ago. damn. so in advance, im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or bad punctuation in the fic that I forgot to correct (apology for bad english 😌)

oh and

bold/italics - chris

only italics - y/n

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Hey, you still there?

Y/N snapped out of a trance and focused on the voice. Yeah, yeah I'm still there, she thought to herself. She was hearing the voice of her soulmate, or rather, was speaking to him, telepathically. The thing is, you could hear the voice of your soulmate in your head. You could talk, hold conversations, but the only thing was that you couldn't ask for their name.

You had to guess. Most of the people made plans, like let's meet here or there and concentrate hard enough, I'll see your name written on a paper. It was a thing, I mean, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see what your soulmate was doing. It was like a cheat code of sorts. Most of them found their soulmate in that way.

You see, Y/N loved surprises, so she wasn't going to find her soulmate just yet. Y/N wanted to figure it out for herself. Your soulmate couldn't hear every single one of your thoughts, though (which was how she had zoned out mid-conversation). Listen, we should meet up sometime.

Aw, already? she thought with a pout on her lips. Yes, I'm very excited to meet you, I've been waiting for too long, the voice replied, chuckling. It was a manly voice, really deep and raspy. She loved it. When Y/N was small, about 4-5 years old, all she could hear were swear words and dirty thoughts; characteristics of a teenage boy.

From that, she inferred, that soulmate was much older than her, about 8-9 years older than her. She didn't mind, She was kind of into older guys anyway… But I like this game we have! Why do you want to ruin it? she asked, shaking her head. Alright, sweetheart, just for you, I'm holding back. But I don't have much patience, the voice laughed. Y/N smiled.

Without even meeting her, Chris loved the voice in his head. She sounded so sweet and welcoming, maybe she was younger than him. He couldn't wait to meet her. Chris had tried to plan their meeting for so long now, but she just wouldn't give in. She was also a feisty one. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street, engaged in thoughts about his soulmate.

In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, instead hearing a soft ouch, shit in his head. His brows furrowed. The lady he had bumped into just kept on walking. Are you alright? he asked his soulmate in his mind. Yeah, just bumped into someone while walking.

I bumped into someone just now too! he told her excitedly, still staring at the lady who had now stopped in her tracks. She turned around, scanning the crowd. Then she looked at him, but maybe she didn't realize that she had bumped into him. Holy shit, I see— Then it all went blank. See what? Chris questioned desperately.

He still wasn't sure whether the woman he had just bumped into was his soulmate or not.

Why can't I say the name of the guy who played the role of Captain America?

Chris froze and stared at the lady, jaw dropped. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. He slowly walked to her and stood in front of her; she stared back at him, her heart racing. This was her celebrity crush, who was currently looking at her as if she hung the moon. But why? Why was he looking at her like that?

"You can't say his name because that's me, you technically can't say his name because you aren't allowed to," Chris whispered to her, smiling softly. Her eyes widened.

"You! You're the voice I hear in my mind! Chris freaking Evans is my soulmate?! How did I not realize?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked. Soon though, she got a wide smile on her face. His eyes widened too, hers was the voice he heard as well! "What's your name?" he asked her as they hugged. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she replied, smiling.

"Wanna join me for a coffee?" he offered, holding his hand out. She put her palm on top of his and nodded. Both of them entered a nearby coffee shop. "So, what do you do?" he asked her after ordering two coffees. "Nothing. I'm unemployed right now, just got out of my last job. I gave an interview yesterday at Ralph Lauren, just waiting for a call back," she shrugged.

"Oh, into fashion?" he asked her, smiling. "Yeah, got my degree and all. Just needed a job, Ralph Lauren offers a good amount of money," she chuckled. Chris smiled again. "Reminds me of Rachel Green." She laughed more, which warmed his heart. Her laugh was adorable. Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

He nodded dismissively and she picked up the call. She spoke for a while and when she ended the call, she had the biggest smile on her face.

"I got the job at Ralph Lauren, I'm starting tomorrow!" Y/N squealed. They couldn't have picked a better timing. "Congratulations, Y/N!" he told her, grinning. After spending some more time at the cafe, they parted ways. She went home while he went back to the sets where they were filming Avengers: Age of Ultron.

"Hi Chris, you were out for a long time, what's up?" Chris Hemsworth asked, smiling at Chris Evans as they stumbled upon each other. "Nothing, just met my soulmate, had a cup of coffee with her." The older Chris feigned nonchalance. "You what?! That's awesome, man! So, how is she, what does she do?" Hemsworth asked him excitedly as both of them walked inside.

Robert and Scarlett were there, talking. "She's so beautiful, I stopped functioning when I saw her. She works at Ralph Lauren, she's a fashion designer," Chris told him with a smile. Robert and Scarlett looked up. "Who?" Scarlett questioned. "Y/N," he said simply, sitting beside Robert. "Who's that?" Robert inquired. "My soulmate." Chris smiled, as if in a trance.

"Boy, you look like you're in love," Scarlett laughed. "Because I am, she's that beautiful," he told her adamantly. "Whoa, did you ask her out?" Robert snorted. "I'm back from our first date." We had our first date right now, didn't we? he asked her in his mind.

Of course we did, I loved it. Hope to meet you again soon, her voice replied and he could practically feel her smile.

Sure, I'm in town for a few more months, I'll mind-text you as to when I'm free, he told her, sporting a smile on his face. She outright laughed in the comfort of her own home. Mind-text? Sounds fun, she agreed and focused on the Netflix series she was watching, turning off the "magical telepathic link" between them.

Chris, too, focused on the others only to see them smiling at him. "Talking to her?" He nodded at Scarlett. A few minutes later, all of them went to another room to begin with the shooting of a new scene.

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Y/N danced as she prepared dinner, singing along to You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones. It had been a month since she last saw Chris. He had promised her a date, but he didn't get time. She couldn't blame him, he was a busy man. Y/N was shouting the lyrics of the song in her head, unaware of the fact that Chris was snooping in on her mind.

Hey, calm down, she heard Chris chuckling in her mind and shrieked in real life. What are you— are you snooping on my mind? Chris! she thought, scandalized. He laughed more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you out. Are you free right now? We could meet in the same coffee shop, he asked. She grinned and nodded to herself. Of course, I'll be there in 15.

She quickly got dressed, wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt (like she was wearing on their first date). She didn't bother with her hair or makeup, it looked good anyway, she just bolted out of the house. Y/N entered the coffee shop to see Chris already sitting there, wearing a suit. She cursed herself mentally, making Chris look up.

He stifled a laugh. She went and sat in front of him.

"I'm so sorry I look like a single mother of two kids who hasn't slept in a year," she moaned, "I didn't know you were gonna show up in a suit." She facepalmed for good measure. "It's quite alright, you look beautiful. I wouldn't have you any other way, I should say. I'm coming back from a party right now, therefore the suit."

She blushed softly at his compliment. He ordered two coffees for them and they started talking. "So, how's your job at Ralph Lauren?" Chris asked, smiling at her. "It's amazing, I got promoted. Now I'm the head of the department, with my own office and all," she told him, smiling back. "That's great! Oh, congratulations, honey," he grinned.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing slightly when he called her a nickname. "You look cute while blushing, has anyone ever told you that?" Chris winked as their coffees arrived. "No one, ever. I don't interact with people much, it's a tedious job," she half-joked, smiling.

"Really! So who are the people you talk to?" he joined in. "Well, there's my assistant, my mother, my bro and you. That's all. I've got some friends, but I rarely talk to them, only on the phone while texting, that is," she shrugged. "Nice, nice," he nodded as they finished their coffees. "Allow me to drop you home," Chris offered, taking out a key which she found out was for his bike as they left the café.

"No it's alright, I'll go," she refused immediately. "Nonsense, you're practically my girlfriend! I'm going with ya," he shook his head. They looked like an odd couple; one wearing a suit while the other looked like she had just woken up. Surprisingly enough, the one who looked like she just woken up had the best fashion sense among them. "Hop on," Chris grinned.

She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Both of them chatted for the 2 minutes that took them to get to Y/N's home. Once they reached her building, she got down from Chris's bike and turned to him.

"Thanks, Chris, this has been an amazing second date. Can't wait for the third," she told him with a smile. "Me too," he smiled back. A few seconds later, she turned to leave but Chris suddenly grabbed her hand, turning her around. "Wha—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Chris pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I just had to, sweetheart," he panted as they pulled away from each other, breathless. "Wow," she breathed out as Chris rested his forehead against hers. "So, um, see you on the third date, yeah?" Y/N giggled as they stepped away from one another, smiling. "I'll make it as quick as possible. Can't stay away from you, darling," he winked.

"How flattering," she winked back and turned to leave, purposely adding a sway to her hips knowing that he was watching. And fuck, was he watching. "Oh, the things you do to me, my dear Y/N."

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[christinaroseandrews]

Looking for a Romance this Valentine’s Day?

So, every publication and blogger is putting out a Valentine’s Day romance list, and we are nothing if not followers. We’ve assembled a large list (33 Books) of a mix of traditionally and indie published books. All of the books on this list are ones we’ve read and feel comfortable recommending. And they all fit the definition of romance - a story where the relationship is central to the overall plot and features a happy for now or happily every after ending.

We’re going to break this down into several categories because not everyone reads Regency romances (but we are going to start there).

Regency Romance

These are books set between 1795-1837. While the Regency itself was only from 1811-1820 most people use these dates including Wikipedia. This was honestly one of the hardest for us to narrow down, mostly because it’s the dominant genre in traditionally published romance -- even Contemporary doesn’t hold a candle to Regency right now.

Sweet Disorder - Rose Lerner - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Election hijinks ensue when the local election hinges on who the widowed wife of a newspaper printer marries. Other Notes: Plus-Sized Heroine, Family Drama, Disabled Characters, Everyday People Falling in Love, Marginalized Author (Jewish).

The Baroness Affair - Jean Wilde - M/M/F Romance (Steamy) - A desperate noblewoman enlists the help of a male courtesan to help her get pregnant... no it’s not what you think. Other Notes: Equal Triad Polyamory, Period Appropriate Homophobia, LBGT Romance, Family Drama.

How To Start a Scandal - Madeline Martin - M/F Romance (Steamy) - A wallflower and secret society reporter reconnects with the Earl Next Door who’s recently returned from the war. Other Notes: Plus-Sized Heroine, Family Drama, Positive Mental Illness Portrayal, Cute Plot Animals.

Project Duchess - Sabrina Jeffries - M/F Romance (Steamy) - A duke returns to his family after the mysterious death of his stepfather, yet another duke, only to be enchanted by a woman who has a connection to the last person to see his stepfather alive. Other Notes: Older Heroine (the whole series features these), Romantic Suspense Series, family drama. I’m really enjoying the whole series and it’s worth a read.

The Rakess - Scarlett Peckham - M/F Romance (Steamy) - This is a love it or hate it kind of book that flips so many of the conventional romance tropes on its ear. It features a hard-drinking, hard-smoking, highly sexual woman who authors progressive literature and causes a scandal just by living her life meeting up with a mild-mannered reputation conscious Scottish Architect with two small children. Even the cover flips the script on the classic clinch cover. I loved it. A lot people didn’t. Other notes: Period appropriate sexism/hypocrisy/etc., CW: alcoholism, neighbors to lovers, adorable plot moppets.

Paranormal Romance

These are romances that feature a fantastical element. This can be anything from vampires to shifters to time travel. These also will often be series which may or may not continue with the same relationship throughout several books.

Hot Ghost - Annika Martin - M/F Romance (Steamy) - A waitress finds love with the ghost who haunts the pier near her family’s restaurant. Other Notes: Major Character Death (It’s a Ghost Romance...), Everyday People Falling in Love, Novella.

Accepting Fate - Deanna Chase - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Fresh from a bad break up, a woman meets her soulmate at an art gallery opening. Together they have to work through their trauma and find out if they can be happy together. Other Notes: Childhood trauma, Fire Fighter Romance, Soulmates, Artists.

Gretel - Niamh Murphy - F/F Romance (Steamy) - A retelling of the fairy tale Hansel and Gretel with a very interesting twist. Other Notes: Age-Gap Romance, Novella.

One Shade of Grey - Monica Corwin - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Dorian Grey, yes that one, has a bit of a problem. He keeps seeing a woman who he thinks is the reincarnation of his lost love. But is she really? Or is he going insane? Other Notes: Positive Portrayal of Mental Illness, Classical Story Retelling, Billionaire Romance, Immortality

Tangled in Time - Barbara Longley - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Cursed to see spirits, Regan is approached by the spirit of a cursed Irish warrior. Now they must work together to lift his curse and fall in love along the way. Other Notes: Fae Romance, Time Travel Romance, Ghost Romance.

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites - Joy Demorra - M/M/F Romance (Steamy or Fluffy) - A vampire, a werewolf, and a magic user walk into a plot to end the world. Of course they have to fall in love along the way. Other Notes: Vampire Romance, Werewolf Romance, Magic User Romance, LBGT Fantasy Romance, Bisexual Romance, Postive Mental Illness representation, Marginalized Author (Disabled, Queer, Neurodivergent).

Erotic Romance

These are books where the sex is as much a part of the romance as the rest of the story. The plots here tend to be thinner, but they’re still present and important. This is not smut for smut’s sake. The relationship is important too. All of these are going to rate high on the steam.

After Hours - Lynda Aicher - M/F Romance - An executive assistant accidentally observes an after hours orgy in one of the boardrooms. Rather than be repulsed, she’s aroused. And up for more. Other Notes: Workplace Romance, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Mild BDSM, Boss/Subordinate Relationship.

Loving Maddie from A to Z - Kelly Jamison - M/M/F Romance - An outwardly happy couple looks to add something to their relationship by inviting their friend into their home and bed. Other Notes: Polyamory, BDSM, Big City Romance.

Ever After - Eden French - M/M/F Romance - An erotic modern retelling of the Cinderella fairy tale featuring billionaires, celebrities, and lots of hot sex. Other Notes: Interracial Romance, Polyamory, Billionaire Romance, CW: Child Abuse.

Test Drive - N.S. Johnson - M/F Romance - A so-called good girl finds that she’s really not when she falls for the leader of a street racing crew. Other Notes: Polyamory, CW: Infidelity, Interracial Romance, Reverse Harem, Recreational Drug Use, Author of Color.

Other Historical Romance

These are romances set outside of the Regency but not during contemporary periods. A lot of old school romances tend to be this because medieval was big then. But it also includes everything up to 1990 too... Yeah... I know... I feel old.

Let It Shine - Alyssa Cole - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Set during the civil rights movement, this story follows two young people struggling to find their voice and love amidst the turmoil of the 1960s. Other Notes: Interracial Romance, Period Appropriate Racism, Period Appropriate Anti-Semitism, Author of Color, Sports Romance, Novella.

In Pursuit Of... - Courtney Milan - M/M Romance (Steamy) - Set immediately after the American War for Independence it features a British soldier falling in love with a Black man who fought for the American side. Other Notes: Interracial Romance, Romantic Comedy, period appropriate racism, author of color, Novella.

Bringing Down the Duke - Evie Dunmore - M/F Romance (Steamy) - A rare female scholar tries to keep her scholarship going while also crusading for the rights of women in Victorian England. Other Notes: Alpha Hero, Clueless Heroine.

Contemporary Romance

These romances are set in the last 25 years and run the gamut of tropes.

Get a Life, Chloe Brown - Talia Hibbert - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Sick of living her life wrapped in tissue paper, Chloe Brown sets off to live a little. And to do that, she needs the help of her building’s manager. Other Notes: Plus-Sized Heroine, Interracial Romance, Disabled Characters, Positive Portrayal of Mental Illness, Marginalized Author (Black). As a note the sequel Take a Hint, Dani Brown is just as good and features a Bisexual Woman of Color.

Beg, Borrow, or Steal - Susie Tate - M/F Romance (Fluffy) - A medical student has to juggle the needs of being a single mother, a student, and paying the bills. And if that means she’s got to take off her clothes to do that, that’s what she’s going to do. Too bad she keeps falling asleep in class. Other Notes: No Sex (No really), But also Super sex positive, Student/Teacher Relationship, Adorable Plot Moppet.

Soft Hands - Ariel Bishop - M/M Romance (Steamy) - A professional Hockey Player ends up falling for the team trainer and massage therapist. Other Notes: Bisexual Rep, Sports Romance, Interracial Romance.

The Year We Fell Down - Sarina Bowen - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Two people who’ve suffered from accidents which have left them disabled find each other at a Harvard Expy. While one of the characters only has a temporary disability (broken leg) it still fucking counts. Other Notes: New Adult Romance, Disabled characters, Sports Romance, College Romance.

Small Town Romance

A subgenre of Contemporary Romance, these are books set in a small town and often the stakes tend to be pretty low. They can run the range of no-sex to lots of steam. They are also often VERY WHITE. While many are set in America, they can also be set elsewhere with Australia and the British Isles being the most common other settings.

Falling for Her Brother’s Best Friend - Noelle Adams - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Who doesn’t love a small town romance featuring characters that used to be childhood friends becoming more? Other Notes: New Adult Romance.

The Last One - Tawdra Kandle - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Meghan, an art student, and Sam, a farmer, and how they meet in small-town Georgia when Meghan comes to teach art over the summer to the kids in town…and ends up staying with Sam and his family. Other Notes: Alpha Male Hero.

If Wishes Were Horses - Caitlyn Lynch - M/F Romance (Steamy) - When an Aussie woman inherits partial ownership in a horse ranch in Ireland, sparks fly. Other Notes: Novella, Irish Romance.

Old School Romance

These are romances that were written before the rise of indie publishing where white men had the power and it shows. These are what people point to when they reduce romance novels to just “bodice rippers” but even then they weren’t just that.  BTW none of these books feature Fabio so suck it!

Skye O’Malley - Bertrice Small - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Daughter of a small Irish lord, this book follows Skye through her life and romances across England, Ireland, and even Algeria. It’s wild and all over the place and is not your typical romance novel. It ends on a HEA but there is a JOURNEY. But gods it’s one of my old-school faves. Other Notes: Major Character Death. Non-Con, Pirates, Interracial Romance, Historical Domain Characters, This is not your typical romance. I like the whole series... but that’s a me thing.

The Traveling Matchmaker Series - Marion Chesney/M.C Beaton - M/F Romance (Fluffy) - A housekeeper inherits a large sum of money and decides to use it to travel about England. Along the way, she makes matches for the other passengers of the stagecoach she’s traveling on while getting into all sorts of adventures. This series is pure fluff and I love it. Other Notes: Period appropriate xenophobia, Age Gap Romance.

Remembrance - Jude Deveraux - M/F Romance (Steamy) - A romance novelist discovers that the reason she hasn’t found love is because of an issue with her past life. So she decides to do something about it... only to find it’s just the very tip of the story. Other Notes: Time Travel Romance, Past Lives, Meta... so very meta.

Desire in Disguise - Rebecca Brandewyne - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Look this is set during the French Revolution and features duelling (quite literally) pirates. This is a wild ride and it’s so old school it hurts. Other Notes: Alpha hero, mistaken identity, enemies to lovers, spies, pirates, But oh so many problematic tropes. This looks to be out of print... so check your local library.

Gentle Warrior - Julie Garwood - M/F Romance (Steamy) - Set right after the Norman Invasion of England, this features a Norman Lord who was granted an Anglo-Saxon wife and all of the drama that comes with. Note... this is the first Romance Novel I ever read.. My mother bought it for me when it was newish -- in 1987. Other Notes: CW: Rape, Arranged Marriage, Non-conventionally Attractive Hero.

Books that check all of the boxes of Romance but aren’t Labeled as Romance because Sexism.

Romance isn’t about sex. There’s lots of books with explicit sex in them that aren’t Romance and several with a strong romantic relationship that drives the plot which ends happily and satisfying. But sexism is a thing and so here we are.

The Princess Bride - William Goldman - M/F Romance (Fluffy) - You’ve probably seen the movie. The book is also fun. And since the romance is central to the plot AND the ending is a happy one (especially in the movie) it qualifies.

The Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins - M/F Romance (Fluffy) - Look who would have thought that in a book about kids killing each other and the violence of war that Romance would play that big of a role? But it does. And it is. And it’s important.

Katherine - Anya Seton - M/F Romance (Fluffy) - This could feasibly go into Old School Romance, but apparently the publishers have decided to downplay the actual romance and try to sell this as literature. It follows the real-life Romance between Katherine Swineford and the Duke of Lancaster. 

Did we leave off any of your favorites? It’s probably because we haven’t read them! We always like recs, especially featuring marginalized authors or main characters with marginalized identities.

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[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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I spent years living in fear because of my own mistake.

Living in self-imposed isolation, I suffered through years of guilt and fear and anxiety.

But I couldn’t keep hiding indefinitely. So I moved to Sleepy Hollow to be closer to my best friend and her family.

Despite my worries, it was better than I’d hoped. I found a cute little house. Friends. A job I loved.

And I met Grant. We’re just friends—I have too much baggage for more—but seeing him is my favorite part of the week.

But when my ordinary job turns into a nightmare, Grant’s the one I want to protect me. And it’s only when I’m in his arms that I feel safe.

Neither of us were looking for a relationship.

It seemed better that way. Safer. Even if Scarlett was the kindest and most beautiful woman I’d ever met.

Deep down, I think I always knew I wanted more. But I thought we’d have time to ease into it.

Then Scarlett’s attacked while defending her patient, and everything is thrown into stark clarity.

Why am I ignoring what my heart is telling me? Am I going to let the ghosts of my past determine my future?

When it turns out the attack wasn’t random, that Scarlett was targeted and she’s still in danger, I’ll use everything I learned as a SEALto protect her.

I’m not willing to lose the first woman I’ve seen a forever with.

Scarlett’s Hero is the fourth novel in the small-town romantic suspense series, Heroes of Sleepy Hollow. It has a former SEAL turned firefighter hero, a kind but emotionally wounded heroine, friends-to-lovers, action and danger, forced proximity, twists and turns, and plenty of sweet and steamy moments. (Can be read as a standalone novel.)

Heroes of Sleepy Hollow follows the stories of the first responders of Sleepy Hollow working alongside the Blade and Arrow Security team. Expect to see cameos of your favorite B&A characters throughout this series!