LOGINWhen Percy Blackwell, the enigmatic son of a billionaire, lands in a private prison ward for murder, he’s untouchable, charismatic, dangerous, and entirely unapologetic. Nothing matters to him… except the woman who’s been assigned to guard him. Isla Soren thrives on control. A seasoned prison officer, she’s used to keeping chaos in check, until Percy tests every rule, every limit, and every restraint she’s ever held. In a place where intimacy is forbidden, every stolen glance, every tense conversation, and every quiet act of defiance sparks a dangerous obsession. Their affair is a game of power and desire, each willing to bend rules and break boundaries for the other. But in a world where secrets and lies can cost lives, love comes at a price. Discovery is way more dangerous than all the fun had. And when Percy escapes, leaving Isla to face the consequences alone, she realizes the stakes are far higher than either of them imagined. Dark, addictive, and irresistibly forbidden, Bound and Tamed is a slow-burn romance that will leave you breathless.
View MorePercy Sleep in this place is strange.It isn’t the kind of sleep that eases you into rest with gentle arms and a quiet lull; it doesn’t cradle you and let your body dissolve into calm oblivion. Instead, it hovers over your mind lightly, almost mockingly, like a temporary visitor that could vanish at any second, leaving you exposed and alert. Even when the room is silent, even when nothing stirs beyond the faint hum of the fluorescent lights, some fragment of my brain refuses to surrender. It clings to awareness, keeps me half on guard.Maybe that’s why I wake up so suddenly.One moment, I’m in that hazy, comforting darkness of dreams. The next, my eyes snap open, and my body reacts before I can even register what yanked me out of sleep. There’s a brief, disorienting second when nothing feels anchored, the ceiling above me is foreign, the light too bright, the air too sharp and cold, cutting against my skin in a way that shouldn’t be normal. Then reality nudges back into place.I’m in
IslaMy alarm goes off at six, and just like every other day, I’m tempted to throw my phone across the room just to make the noise stop.The sound cuts cleanly through the quiet of my apartment, sharp and persistent, until I reach over and silence it. For a moment, I stay still, staring up at the ceiling while my body slowly wakes up.Why can’t I live a life where I sleep whenever I want and still be able to take care of my needs?If wishes were horses.With a sigh, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, stretching the stiffness out of my shoulders. The floor is cool under my feet as I make my way toward the kitchen.Urghh.The coffee machine goes on first. I need my coffee to be able to function properly.A few minutes later, the smell of it fills the apartment. I pour myself a mug and lean against the counter, taking a slow sip while looking around my studio. Everything is exactly where I left it the night before. Clean dishes. Folded laundry. My uniform hangs neatly o
PercyNight comes heavy and slow. The small lights above the room glow dimly, shadows crawling along the walls, and I lie on the bed, eyes wide, unable to force myself to sleep. My sister’s face is there before me, even in the dark, soft, pale, hair falling loose over her shoulders. Lila. I see the way her small frame turns into corners, trying to make herself invisible.I roll onto my side, pull the blanket tighter, but it doesn’t help. The room is silent, sterile. Nothing to distract me. No voices. No music. No games. Just me and the memory of what happened. I try to shove it away, but it sticks, clinging like wet ink to the edges of my mind.Sleep finally drags me down, and the darkness of my eyelids doesn’t erase the images; it just shifts them. The world morphs, and I’m back at the school, standing in the shadows of the hallways I can never escape. My chest tightens. My hands shake, even as I lie in my safe, private room. I see her, the real her, the living her, and then him. Cla
IslaMy day starts off differently today. It’s my day off, and each day off is different for me.I wake up later than usual, sunlight already filling the room through the single window of my studio apartment. There is no alarm. No uniform waiting for me on the chair. No radio chatter, no steel doors or schedules to follow today.I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night.It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is.I like that for her. She has suffered enough.I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn a






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