Swoon-worthy romance NOVELS

My plan was simple.
A few bottles of Bordeaux. A rooftop pity party. Three weeks to forget the man who shattered me.

What I didn’t plan for?
The broody, off-duty six-foot-something shrink next door...
…who tackles me like a Marvel stuntman and delivers unsolicited insight with a billion-dollar smirk.

Dylan Hale thinks he can fix anything, including me.
He’s clinical calm, Armani control, and eyes that see through everything.
I’m smeared mascara, epic meltdowns, and one signature away from losing everything I built.

After my marriage implodes, I’m not looking to be rescued.
But Dylan wants something I have — my priceless vintage wine collection.
And he offers me something I never asked for:

Emotional resurrection. In exchange for grape juice.
Reluctant terms. Shaky boundaries.
No feelings. No attachment.

But what starts as a clever trade spirals into a slow-burning power play, emotional reckoning —
the kind of healing that feels less like therapy… and more like arson.

Now he’s in my space.
In my head.
And dangerously close to the version of me I swore no one would ever touch again.

Because healing doesn’t strike like lightning.
It whispers.
Scar by scar. Truth by truth.
Until you can’t tell where the pain ends…
…and the fire of longing begins.

If you crave slow-burn chemistry, broken heroines with sharp tongues, and emotionally intelligent heroes who unravel them without trying to fix them — Sipped Slow will ruin you in the best way.

My next culinary catastrophe has a name.
Jake Donovan.
Secret billionaire. Devilish smirk. A walking temptation in bespoke suits, leaving hearts medium rare.

Rebellious? Check.
Relentless? Double check.
Infuriatingly delicious and absolutely bad for my blood pressure?Triple check.

I came to this retreat as a chef for peace. A fresh start, a chance to focus on the opportunities ahead without distractions.
No city noise, no unresolved baggage, and definitely no frustrating reminders of the past.
So naturally, he’s here.
The man who crushed my brother’s dream is now ruining my sanity.
He’s crafting more than just business deals.
He’s reigniting a fire I swore I put out.

I wish I didn’t remember how his hidden kindness melted every grudge.
I wish I hadn’t tasted his brooding charm again.
I really wish I hadn’t tasted the culinary fire hidden beneath his billionaire armor. This is a recipe for disaster.

He’s no angel. I’m no saint.
I should run. He insists I stay.

But some flavors refuse to fade.
And if love is the secret ingredient, this second chance might just be a five-alarm fire I don’t want to put out.

A spicy, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance full of heat, heart, and gourmet-level angst.

I left the spotlight to escape the chaos. Instead, I walked straight into her.
Violet Mitchell—my best friend’s little sister.
My childhood tormentor.
The one woman I was never supposed to want.
Now we’re stuck under the same roof, and she’s nothing like the girl I remember.
That bratty artist has grown into a fiery, independent force of nature.
Every glance is a challenge. Every word, a spark.
She drives me insane… and it’s taking everything in me not to crash and burn in her orbit.
Then comes the lie. A fake engagement to silence the town’s gossip.
It’s a game we swear we won’t play for real.
Every touch blurs the line. Every kiss feels too damn right.
But the past has a way of creeping in, and my world isn’t made for someone like her.
The weight of fame, the ghosts of my mistakes—they could tear us apart before we ever get a chance.
This was never supposed to be anything more than a lie.
So why does the thought of losing her feel like the ultimate betrayal?