August Rivers

Rachel Sinclair books a massage because her divorce, her lawsuit, and two years of nothing have left her with insomnia and a back that won't unclench. Jake Creek is twelve years younger, surfs before every shift and it shows, and has the kind of face that gets him free drinks without asking. Inside five minutes his hands make her understand why his waitlist is three months long.

Then he pulls out a glass wand, an anatomical model named Annie, and stands close enough behind her that his chest is flush against her back. He wraps his hand around hers to guide the instrument. His other hand slips beneath the sheet, fingers dragging past her hip bone and settling lower, to show her exactly where the wand should go.

On Annie, of course.

That's the first fifteen minutes.

Tell Me Where It Hurts — a massage therapist who throws out the treatment plan, a glass toy with no therapeutic purpose, a voice in your ear that won't let you think, and a woman who takes the session somewhere he didn't plan.

She finished him off. Then he kicked her out.

Five years as Luis's Thursday night. Another woman got the ring. Ritzy got a packed overnight bag and a parking lot.

Heartbroken, credit-maxed, and still making payments on the body that was supposed to keep him, Ritzy figures she can at least afford an hour of pampering from the hot massage therapist she found on Yelp.

The reviews didn't mention how deep his deep tissue goes.

She pushed every boundary she could find. Jake had a treatment for each one.

She went back anyway.

Tell Him You're Fine — a weaponized intake form, a warm cloth between your teeth, pinned wrists, and a clinical lecture delivered from the inside out.

Annalise Mariposa arrives at her mid-renovation future home with a tape measure and leaves with a crime scene's worth of information she wasn't meant to have. She finds her fiancé and his stepsister in the bedroom, discovers the trust clause that explains the entire relationship, and — when the other woman dares her to kneel — chooses compliance over victimhood. Something with teeth.

Three days later, she finds Creek Bodywork Studio on her rival's calendar and walks straight in.

Jake Creek is used to identifying the women who need his specific brand of boundary-crossing therapy. He is not used to being recruited as an instrument of revenge. He resists. He capitulates. And when the stepsister walks in mid-session expecting a booty call, she finds Annalise already on the table.

Tell Her What I Did — a betrayed fiancée who prices her humiliation to the dollar, a therapist who finally meets a client who plays his game better than he does, and a seduction that weaponizes desire into a scorched-earth financial negotiation.

Kalani Gibbs doesn't need a massage. She needs a seating chart, a finished venue, and eleven more days of composure before she walks down the aisle. Her fiancé Cohen booked the sessions as a pre-wedding gift — three prepaid hours with a therapist named Jake Creek. Kalani is happy. She chose Cohen knowing exactly what she was choosing, including the parts of her own sexual history she quietly boxed up when she did. The box has been shut for over a year. It stays shut.

Then Jake opens the door for the first session. She recognizes every move he makes, every clinical justification he uses to push past her boundaries, and her body responds anyway. She thinks she's keeping a secret. She thinks she's making a mistake she can contain.

She doesn't know her fiancé built the stage.

Tell Him I Said Yes — a bride-to-be who rediscovers her own appetite on a massage table, a therapist who pushes until she breaks, and a groom who arranged the entire thing because he loved the unedited version of his future wife before he ever saw her.

Ben cannot perform for the woman he loves. Sarah cannot remember the last time she felt wanted. So Ben goes to Dr. Chloe Wren, an acupuncturist with very unconventional methods. Sarah goes to Jake Creek, a massage therapist whose sessions turn out to be much more than lymphatic drainage.

A Wellness Session Gone Right is about failed pills, parallel appointments, and a wellness center where every treatment plan gets personal.

Raelynn is a LuxeFeed performer with one public rule: some things only happen on camera with her boyfriend. Then he skips their scheduled stream, Jake Creek ends up in the wrong kind of appointment, and the make-up show becomes something neither of them can fully control.

Book 5 is still in progress. Cover and final release date are coming later.