Novels by Donna Sheldon

I shoved Andrew Parker away. "One shoot," I bit out. My pulse was already pounding, my temper hanging by a thread. "That’s it."Andrew barely stumbled, his stupid towel staying perfectly in place like it was glued to his hips. He just lifted a brow, "One shoot, huh?" His lips curled to a soft smile. "Sounds fair."Fair, my ass.But whatever.I was already here.And if I was gonna humiliate myself, I might as well make some cash while doing it.Andrew turned, walking back into the hotel room, and I followed, jaw clenched so hard I thought I might crack a tooth.The suite was nice. Plush carpet, sleek furniture, soft lighting. A huge bed with crisp white sheets—practically begging to be ruined.I refused to think about that."Let’s get this over with." I said, crossing my arms.Without looking remotely phased, he ran a hand through his hair, and—of fucking course— let his towel drop to the floor like it was nothing.Jesus. Fucking. Christ.I immediately looked away, my jaw locking as I

By the time I finally pulled up to the hotel, I was two seconds away from committing a felony.Yes, you heard me.Two fucking seconds!Traffic had drained every ounce of patience I had left, and if one more dumbass had cut me off on the road, I might’ve just abandoned my car in the middle of the street and walked the rest of the way.But I was here now.I parked, killed the engine, and took a deep breath before stepping out.The hotel was fancy—way fancier than anywhere I usually went. Glass doors, gold trim, sleek lighting. The kind of place that smelled like money.I adjusted my jacket and walked inside, the cool air-conditioning a blessed relief after the nightmare that was my drive.The lobby was all polished marble and overpriced modern art. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting warm light over the check-in desk, where a well-dressed receptionist was typing away at a computer.I strode up, planting my hands on the counter. "Hey, I’m here to check in. Should be a reserv

This day was supposed to be perfect.I was supposed to wake up, hit the gym, maybe grab a coffee, and then, the best part—meet up with Anonymous69. In the flesh. Finally.Instead, here I was, standing outside my apartment, staring down at a sniveling mess of a person I really didn’t have time for."Please," he begged, voice cracking like a cheap phone screen. "I swear it didn’t mean anything!"I groaned, dragging a hand through my hair. "Why today of all fucking days?"Like, seriously. I hadn’t heard from him in months, and now, the second I had somewhere to be, he decided to pop up like a goddamn fungus?He clutched my wrist, looking up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I miss you. I swear I’ll do anything, just—just give me another chance. I’ll make it up to you."I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply through my nose. My patience was hanging by a fucking thread.I pried his fingers off me one by one, shaking my head. "Listen, dipshit." My voice was sharp, cutting through his pathetic

My thumb hovered over the screen for a split second, and before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a message. A simple 'Hi'. Casual. No big deal but the second I did—Ding.A reply popped up.Anonymous69: Hey.I froze.The fuck?I stared at my screen like it had just grown legs and started dancing. There was no way. No fucking way.Anonymous69—the Anonymous69—replied me!My heart kicked up, a weird mix of excitement and panic slamming into my chest.Was this real? Did I hit my head at some point tonight? Was I hallucinating?I needed to sit down. No— I needed to move.With my phone still clutched in my hand, I booked it down the hall, shoving my apartment key into the lock with shaking fingers. The door banged open, and I stepped inside, slamming it shut behind me like I was escaping a fucking serial killer instead of a hot-ass OnlyFans creator sending me a message.“Holy shit,” I breathed, my back against the door.My phone buzzed again, and I nearly dropped it.I needed a sec

"James," I said, voice tight."Yeah?""Shut the fuck up."He burst out laughing. Actually laughing. Like this was the funniest shit in the world.I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. My patience was already stretched thin, and James acting like this was some kind of joke wasn’t helping."You’re real fucking annoying, you know that?" I muttered."Yeah, yeah, I love you too, man," he said, still amused. "So what now? You gonna sulk about this all night? Or—wait—" He gasped dramatically. "Don’t tell me you’re obsessed with Pretty Boy now."I nearly threw my damn phone out the window."I’m not fucking obsessed," I snapped."Uh-huh. You sure? ’Cause you stormed out of the bar like a lover scorned.""James.""Like a princess whose hand was refused—"I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the passenger seat.Fucking asshole.I focused on the road, but irritation burned under my skin like a low flame. My mood had already been shit when I left the bar, but somehow, James had made it worse. No

I lifted my beer to my lips, ready to take a slow sip, when James elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.I barely stopped myself from spilling the damn drink all over my lap. "What the hell, man?" I muttered, scowling at him."That's him," he muttered, nodding toward the far end of the bar. "The pretty boy everybody's been talking about."I paused, my beer hovering midway to my mouth. That got my attention.Everybody had been running their mouths about some new student—whispers about how he didn’t talk to anyone, how he always sat alone, how he looked like he belonged on a damn magazine cover instead of walking these shitty college halls like the rest of us. I hadn’t seen him yet, but curiosity had been gnawing at me. Now, I finally had the chance.Following James’s gaze, I spotted him instantly.And Damn. The rumors weren’t exaggerating. He was pretty. No, scratch that—he was fucking beautiful. The kind of good looks that made people stare without realizing they were staring. His dark hair