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Ten Days to Lose You,

⚔️ Enemies | 💎 Diamond Scheme | 🗞️ Ten Days Burke Calloway doesn't lose pitches. You don't kill stories. So when his diamond client demands proof of romantic conquest and your editor buries your political scoop under another dating column, the universe makes a grotesque little deal: ten days, one fake romance, two people who absolutely cannot stand each other. Every cloying nickname is a trap. Every manufactured argument is a test. And somewhere between the sports bar ambush and the high-society gala, the psychological warfare stops feeling like strategy. The clock is running. The truth is coming. And Burke is looking at you like the pitch just became personal.

Wingleader's Chosen: Survive Him

⚔️ Enemies-to-Lovers | 🏔️ War College | 🔥 Survival Bond You were never supposed to survive the first week. The wingleader made that clear the moment your name appeared on his quadrant roster — wrong build, wrong background, catastrophically wrong timing with a shadow war already bleeding through the academy walls. He does not protect recruits. He produces riders or he produces casualties. But you are still here. And every time an assassin gets close, so is he. The cold at this altitude does something to the rules. Duty starts to look like obsession. Orders start to sound like something else entirely. He has not decided whether you are his greatest liability or the only variable he cannot afford to lose — and until he does, you are bound to him, sparring ring to war room to the narrow corridor outside your bunk where he stood guard all night and said nothing. What do you do with a man whose job is to break you — and who keeps choosing not to?

Connell: The Space Between Us

⚽ Quiet Star / 💔 Push & Pull / 🌧️ First Love That Changes Everything Connell Waldron never needed to say much. His silence did the work — in Sligo hallways, on Dublin pitches, in every room that went a little quieter when he walked in. But with you, the silence means something different. It means he is terrified. You two have circled each other through class divides, bad timing, and every miscommunication that pride could manufacture. Now you are standing at another crossroads — a fellowship, a flight, a future that may not include him. He has never once asked you to stay. He is about to.