The clinic scale groaned under Lena’s weight, the digital display flickering before settling on a number that made her breath catch:

244 lbs.

One hundred pounds.

A fucking hundred pounds...

The bass from downstairs vibrated through the floorboards as Josh pushed through the crowded frat house, three hours late to his own party. He'd told himself he wouldn't come - not after ...

The moment Sam’s front door closed behind them, Mia felt his hands on her waist—firm, possessive, pulling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear.

“Take off your clo...

A pastry chef moves into Brie’s spare room. She’s a rising influencer, and her looks help her go a long way with her followers. Jace’s constant baking might either help or destroy her career. Either way, once he sees the results, he won’t stop.

The bass from downstairs vibrated through the floorboards as Josh pushed through the crowded frat house, three hours late to his own party. He'd told himself he wouldn't come - not after ...

Stella stared at the fridge, her hand hovering over the leftover lasagna.

Three days ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated. She would’ve reheated the whole tray, eaten it straight from the dish...

The moment Sam’s front door closed behind them, Mia felt his hands on her waist—firm, possessive, pulling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear.

“Take off your clo...

Stella stared at the fridge, her hand hovering over the leftover lasagna.

Three days ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated. She would’ve reheated the whole tray, eaten it straight from the dish...

Stella stared at the fridge, her hand hovering over the leftover lasagna.

Three days ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated. She would’ve reheated the whole tray, eaten it straight from the dish...

The bass from downstairs vibrated through the floorboards as Josh pushed through the crowded frat house, three hours late to his own party. He'd told himself he wouldn't come - not after ...

The bass from downstairs vibrated through the floorboards as Josh pushed through the crowded frat house, three hours late to his own party. He'd told himself he wouldn't come - not after ...

Carly woke to the smell of bacon.

She stretched beneath the sheets, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at her still-full stomach. Last night's feast—and what came after—had left he...

The moment Sam’s front door closed behind them, Mia felt his hands on her waist—firm, possessive, pulling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear.

“Take off your clo...

The moment Sam’s front door closed behind them, Mia felt his hands on her waist—firm, possessive, pulling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear.

“Take off your clo...

The moment Sam’s front door closed behind them, Mia felt his hands on her waist—firm, possessive, pulling her back against his chest. His breath was hot against her ear.

“Take off your clo...

After her parents’ divorce forces her to move in with her grandmother for senior year, former mean girl Mia expects a quiet year keeping her head down—until she runs into Sam, the once-chubby boy next door she used to tease.

Carly woke to the smell of bacon.

She stretched beneath the sheets, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at her still-full stomach. Last night's feast—and what came after—had left he...

Carly woke to the smell of bacon.

She stretched beneath the sheets, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at her still-full stomach. Last night's feast—and what came after—had left he...

Carly woke to the smell of bacon.

She stretched beneath the sheets, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at her still-full stomach. Last night's feast—and what came after—had left he...

Carly woke to the smell of bacon.

She stretched beneath the sheets, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at her still-full stomach. Last night's feast—and what came after—had left he...