Heaven, even in hell. … Trapped

For years you and she have been office rivals. Work enemies. And in every way possible: at odds. But when finally you could take no more of her eye rolling, insults, or brushes in the hall, you challenge her. To come to your home. To meet you woman to woman,A Taste She Recalls

One 18-year-old rival whispers her threat to another … Lip-to-Lip

It should be the happiest day of their lives. … Perfect Day

That mutual loathing springs not from the color of each other’s skin, and yet both of you use it. … Skin

The pressing of your palms and locking of your fingers sending the message. … Fingers Lace

When first she leaped at you, grabbing your luscious black hair, you feared. … You Who Ought Be Queen