Novels by ThirtySomethingTita

Her fingertips hovered above him, trembling, unsure. The tension in the room was so thick she thought it might suffocate her.She could touch him anywhere, his chest, his jaw, that sinful line disappearing beneath his brief, but her hand drifted lower, almost against her will. Slowly, cautiously, she reached for his foot.Her palm brushed over the arch, tentative, featherlight. Liam’s breath hitched, the smallest sound, but his eyes never wavered from hers. Heat shot up her arm as though she’d touched fire.She traced down to his heel, her thumb brushing the curve of bone. Then up again, over the top of his foot, feeling the veins, the warmth, the life thrumming beneath his skin.Her heart hammered. What am I doing?Her throat tightened as shame crashed into her desire. She snatched her hand back, holding it to her chest as though burned. “This is... God, Liam, this is wrong.”But Liam only leaned back against the leather, muscles flexing under the straps, a dangerous smile curving hi

Her breath lodged in her throat.The shadows gave way as her eyes adjusted, and suddenly the figure standing just beyond the golden lamplight stepped forward.Liam.But not the Liam she had seen in tailored suits, commanding boardrooms, or stealing whispers on glittering balconies. This was Liam stripped bare of his armor, every inch of him unapologetically male, sculpted to perfection, a dangerous temptation made flesh.Her gaze dragged down his body against her will. Broad shoulders that seemed built to carry empires. A chest carved in hard planes, smooth skin gleaming faintly in the low light. Each ridge of muscle caught her like a trap, defined abs stacked like bricks of sin, narrowing to that impossibly deep V that disappeared beneath the waistband of the only thing he wore.A single, black brief.The fabric clung indecently to him, leaving nothing to the imagination. The outline was so bold, so brazen, she felt heat rise to her cheeks. Her mouth went dry, yet her body pulsed wit

Sarah’s breath caught as she pulled away, her hand trembling against the balcony’s cold railing. What am I doing? she scolded herself, her heart a wild mess of jealousy, longing, and shame.But before she could step back into the light of the gala, the sound of heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. A honeyed, feminine voice cut through the night air.“Liam… I’ve been looking for you.”The woman’s silhouette emerged, sleek gown clinging to her every curve, diamonds glittering under the chandeliers. She didn’t just look at Liam; she devoured him with her eyes. And then she leaned close, far too close and whispered into his ear. Sarah couldn’t hear the words, but the tone alone was enough to tell her. It wasn’t just flirtation. It was a promise. A threat. A hunger.Sarah’s chest constricted, and the fire in her stomach curled into something ugly. Why does it matter? Why should I care? He’s not mine. Yet her eyes burned at the sight, and she hated herself for the twisting, green

The doors shut, and Sarah was left standing in the cool night air, her pulse echoing in the hollow silence. Inside, the gala thrummed on, laughter spilling, champagne flowing, women fluttering around Liam Hamilton like moths desperate to singe themselves on his flame.Her hand clenched against her gown. She hated herself.Why am I like this?Jealousy ate at her, sharp and vile. She had no right to feel it, no right to ache over a man who was twenty years her junior, a man surrounded by women who actually belonged in his world. Heiresses with perfect pedigrees. Shareholders’ daughters groomed for dynasties. Not her.But the image wouldn’t leave her. That woman leaning into Liam’s ear, whispering with lips so close she could have licked him. The casual intimacy of her arm twined through his. The way she claimed his space so easily, as if she had the right.Sarah shut her eyes, shame stinging hot behind her lids. She hated the jealousy. Hated that it made her feel small, inadequate. Hate

“Liam?”The voice rang out like the strike of a crystal glass, sweet, commanding, feminine. Then came the slow, deliberate click of heels against stone.Sarah’s heart slammed.Panic clutched her lungs as the balcony doors creaked wider, golden light spilling into the night. She wasn’t supposed to be here, hidden away with him like this. Not when a single whisper, a single glimpse, could ruin everything.But Liam didn’t falter.He pressed her firmly back into the shadows, his tall frame cutting her off from sight. His hand tightened at her waist, grounding her even as she trembled. His body became a shield, broad shoulders eclipsing the glow, the heat of him surrounding her until it was hard to remember where she ended and he began.“Stay still,” he whispered, voice low, lips brushing against her temple in the briefest touch. “I’ll protect you.”The words burned into her, soft and merciless all at once.And then, she appeared.A vision in shimmering silver. The gown clung like liquid m

The Hamilton Hotel’s grand ballroom glittered like something out of a dream. Crystal chandeliers spilled golden light over velvet-draped tables, the champagne tower at the center shimmering as though it were made of molten stars. A string quartet played near the stage, elegant and restrained, their music barely cutting through the hum of voices.This was no ordinary hospital event.This was the Hamilton Medical City Gala, an evening where the richest of the rich gathered, not for charity, but for power. The biggest shareholders of the hospital, the titans of global corporations, and the heiresses of old money families filled the room in glittering gowns and tailored tuxedos. Every conversation was a deal, every smile a strategy.Sarah had attended galas before. She knew how to hold a glass of champagne, how to glide across the room in silk without looking flustered, how to make polite small talk about expansion projects.But tonight, she couldn’t concentrate.Because he was here.Liam