Romance Books for Women
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A DASH OF TEMPTATION.
"You are one stubborn lady, you know that?." His raspy tone sounded close to her ear, sending gooseflesh up her arms. And her emotions must have been closer to the surface than she'd wanted to admit, because she could feel the sting of tears behind her lids. Not wanting David to know how he affected her, she hid her face in his shoulder and tried a laugh. It sounded a little wobbly, but it was the best she could produce. "You hardly know me, David. And you already made it clear to me that you don't want to…i understand" He rocked her from side to side, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. "Well, you are making it difficult for me to stick to that" Bonnie squeezed herself closer, loving the solid feel of his chest against her cheek, the strength of his arms around her. She couldn't recall ever feeling so safe. "It wouldn't be so bad if you let yourself. Forget about whatever reason brought us together. Let go, and live in the moment" David groaned, and then his hand was beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Bonnie smiled, thinking he had a few more questions for her, when his mouth closed over hers and she couldn't think at all. —---------- Bonnie Rimmer is in danger, and David Stewart knows that it's all his fault. He had made more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker kidnapping the woman he was meant to protect is an entirely different matter. All of this could have been avoided if he had kept to one rule: don’t protect anyone you want to screw. Don't get emotionally involved with your client. But with Bonnie, he’s caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. The woman is way out of his league, but David wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in his hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she’s at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose…/0/86937/coverorgin.jpg?v=3922e82690342a4b2631c0a57ffdc1e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret, Her New Beginning
I stared at my phone, Liam's name glowing on the screen. For five years, I was his secret, his on-again, off-again lover, hidden from everyone, especially his sister, my best friend. Then, two weeks ago at a tech gala, he introduced another woman as his girlfriend, dismissing me with a cold, small nod, as if I were a distant acquaintance. My heart shattered as he laughed away my five years of devotion as just "fun." I finally typed a reply to his persistent messages: "I'm getting married, Liam." His immediate, angry calls followed, demanding to know who. I'd accepted David Chen's quiet, respectful proposal, a life where I wouldn't have to hide. When Liam discovered it was David, he accused me of marrying for money, blaming me for his mistakes. It was infuriating. How could he possibly misunderstand so profoundly, believing my escape was still about him, still a game to manipulate his attention? But I was finally free. I blocked his number, ready to paint my own picture on a blank canvas./0/81746/coverorgin.jpg?v=a39eb0d964aaf93bfb13cbc42f6444a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Where Concrete Daisies Bloom
I' d finally done it. My resignation letter officially landed on Mr. Henderson' s expensive mahogany desk, putting a ruthless period on years of being Ethan Cole' s secret convenience. But freedom was fleeting. Isabella, his fiancée and my tormentor, summoned me to Ethan' s TriBeCa penthouse, wielding an old, whimsical sketch of mine like a weapon, then slapped me clean across the face. Ethan arrived, and instead of defending me, he smoothed Isabella' s perfect, glistening fake tears, dismissing me as someone who "meant nothing" -just "a release." Emboldened, Isabella snatched my portfolio, spilling my architectural dreams-designs for community centers-and pouring red wine directly onto them, staining my future crimson. Ethan then tossed a wad of cash at my feet, his voice flat: "For the dry cleaning. Now get out." I stumbled out into the New York downpour, each raindrop a tiny hammer pounding home the gut-wrenching humiliation of being so utterly worthless to the man I' d loved. How could he, the center of my naive world, watch as my dignity and dreams were drowned in wine, then casually toss money as if I were a broken possession? But in that deepest moment of despair, something snapped. I was done being their discarded convenience, their emotional punching bag; I would disappear and rebuild a life where my peace wasn' t for sale, no matter what it took./0/66497/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e48296b20277ab7340436848ddf463b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Red Hot Short Stories
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION 🔞 Note: This is a red hot romance short stories. Another book is inside this particular book so do not feel werid when reading it although you'd definitely find it intriguing!! The First Book Title: The Cold-Hearted Tycoon's Bride. Second Book Title: My Soulmate.(You'd see the synopsis after which this particular one has ended with a chapter that follows respectively.) ************** TITLE: THE COLD-HEARTED TYCOON'S BRIDE. BLURB "Isadora what right did you have to go shout at Rosa at her house?!!" He yelled. "I didn't do that, I just wanted her to stay away from you. I don't like the relationship you're keeping with her, I am your wife and I am jealous." "You're very stupid for that statement "my wife." Listen, you're nothing to me. This marriage means nothing to me. I married you by mistake. To me, you're just like a crazy fan, not my wife. So next time you should know where you belong. You're too low to my standards to call you my wife. And I have the right to bring any lady home because this is my house, not your father's house, you dirty thing from the slum," he said, pushing her away as he walked inside. Her name is Isadora Rowling. She was a huge fan of Leonardo Da Vinci but she accidentally ended up as his wife. He hated her because he was not planning on marrying her. She thought he would fall for her but she didn't know that he was a devil himself. What happened next? Would he eventually love her?/0/25941/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc18165d791032b1b77e3ec2b89ca90e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Waking Up Ugly
When Beauty Jones, a world class sexy model was cursed by a witch. she was very proud and rude, rejecting any suitor that comes her way. She was made ugly by the witch. she couldn't appear in front of the media, let alone her fans. she hid her identity. after finding the witch and her only family, Dylan. she tried her best to impress the witch, so that she could undo her curse but there was no way. No industry wanted to work with her again because she was ugly. After sometime being with the witch, she drew closer to Dylan who she later found out that he was the secret king of all the modelling industry. He could also help her get into the industry. . . find out what would happen between these two... Waking Up Ugly!!!/0/80124/coverorgin.jpg?v=e28b12e9d238b7a85a357afed11400e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His 'Practice' Bride, Her Real Wedding
For five years, Ava Miller navigated a passionate, secret relationship with Ethan Hayes, her best friend's younger brother. High above the New York skyline, she lived in their bubble, cherishing his touch and believing his fervent promises that their hidden love would "soon" be revealed to the world. She devoted herself, feeling vibrant and truly loved. One devastating night, her carefully constructed world shattered. Hiding just outside a half-open door, Ava overheard Ethan tell his closest friends she was nothing more than "great practice"—a mere "walking manual" for him to hone his boyfriend skills for his true, long-held obsession, Chloe Vance. Five years of her life, dismissed as a calculated "training program." The revelation was a gut punch. Ethan, the man who pursued her so ardently, abandoned her at her sickest to fuss over Chloe’s minor scrape. He allowed Chloe to publicly gloat, calling Ava a "warm-up act" and "convenient." Every tender word, every intimate gesture, now felt like a meticulously rehearsed lie. The man she loved saw her as a disposable tool. How could someone be so callous? Was her entire five-year relationship a horrifying, humiliating charade? The sheer audacity, the betrayal, left her reeling, disgraced and utterly heartbroken. What was she if not a placeholder, a learning experience for someone else? Refusing to be a discarded practice doll any longer, Ava made a stark choice. She severed all ties, sold her life in New York, and fled to Charleston, determined to build a new, honest life—one where she was truly valued. But would her past, and Ethan’s eventual realization, allow her to move on untouched?/0/86613/coverorgin.jpg?v=97560fb18f4f846dc423d01499573098&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Fiancée To Fortune
Our engagement party was everything I had dreamed of, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, my heart full as I squeezed Ethan' s hand. Five years, finally official. We were the perfect couple. But then, a piercing wail shattered the perfect facade. Ethan' s ten-year-old niece, Lily, pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of "indecent" behavior-a simple kiss. His sister-in-law, Chloe, twisted the narrative, claiming Lily was traumatized, and shockingly, Ethan walked right past me to comfort her, leaving me humiliated and frozen. The man I was about to marry, the man who was supposed to be my partner, was prioritizing a carefully staged tantrum over my feelings, over us. When the sacred symbol of our commitment, my engagement ring, was purposely dislodged and he allowed Lily to "retrieve" it as a family ritual, I began to see the cold, hard truth: I was an outsider in his life, and he was choosing them. Then, walking into the suite that was supposed to be ours, I found it filled with Chloe and Lily' s belongings, our master bedroom claimed, and a lacy nightgown that wasn't mine. The realization hit me: this wasn't just about weakness or family loyalty; it was a deliberate, intimate invasion, a calculated act of displacement before our life even began. My entire world began to crumble as I was accused of embezzlement, my career ripped away, and Ethan called, asking me to confess to a crime I didn' t commit "for the family." Why was I the target? Why was he so willing to sacrifice me? How could the man I loved be orchestrating my downfall? The pieces clicked into place with a screenshot: Ethan had set up the shell corporation. My betrayal was a meticulously planned conspiracy to steal my inheritance. I held my head high as the police arrived to arrest me, knowing I had a fight on my hands, but I was ready./0/54817/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4e4d3418637ebacf6fece004e71d84c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Wedding Day Abandonment
My wedding was set to be the picture of perfection. I stood at the altar, my best man beside me, surrounded by white roses and loved ones, our song just minutes from playing. Then, Chloe's maid of honor rushed towards me, face ashen, uttering words that shattered my world: "Ethan, she’s not coming." Chloe had abandoned our wedding, our future, for Damien—her perpetually 'struggling' ex who always needed 'saving.' My disbelief turned to cold dread when I found them: Damien lounging comfortably, beer in hand, while Chloe justified prioritizing his 'panic attack' over our vows. The humiliation intensified when I later discovered she’d secretly drained twenty thousand dollars from our joint savings, the down payment for our future home, all for him. Five years of my life, my steadfast loyalty, my love—reduced to a manipulative game. The sheer audacity of her betrayal, the calculated deceit, left me reeling, questioning every moment we shared. How could the woman I loved so completely throw it all away for a pathetic, freeloading ex-boyfriend? But from the ashes of my broken heart, a cold resolve formed: I would completely sever ties and reclaim my life, unknowingly paving the way for a shocking confrontation with Damien and a chance encounter that promised to reset everything./0/81422/coverorgin.jpg?v=43972a9a2098caad736e69644c344e20&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Stand-In To Seen
Ava Miller, a New York florist, felt a happy thrill as she prepared for a special night. After six years with Ethan Davis, her childhood friend and secret love, she was finally ready to make their relationship official, dreaming of a future together. But a casual pre-dinner stop at their favorite brewery brutally shattered her future. Overhearing Ethan's friends, she discovered she wasn't his soulmate at all, but merely a "stand-in," a "comfortable" placeholder for his true, enduring love: Chloe Evans, who had just returned to town. The beautiful roses in her hand suddenly felt like a heavy burden as her dreams disintegrated. Witnessing Ethan's immediate, all-consuming concern for Chloe – even trivializing Ava's severe illness to attend to Chloe's tiny burn – alongside the harrowing discovery of his hidden "Chloe shrine," revealed years of devastating emotional neglect and a deeply rooted obsession. Public humiliation and private heartbreak became her constant companions. How could six years of devotion amount to such a deliberate, cruel deception? The realization that she was merely a convenient imitation, a safe harbor while his heart remained tethered elsewhere, ignited a powerful blend of disgust, agonizing sorrow, and a simmering rage at the profound betrayal. With an ironclad resolve hardened by this unbearable truth, Ava made a decisive click, cutting all digital ties. She swiftly dismantled her New York life, selling her condo and quitting her job, determined to escape the shadows of Ethan's deceit. But when a desperate Ethan tracks her across the country, begging for forgiveness, the "stand-in" must decide if she'll truly be free, or once again tempted by a past that refuses to die./0/86938/coverorgin.jpg?v=80d6bddc0b97e8f8c184ec29f89133af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fiancee Who Stole My Life
The company was in chaos. My fiancée, Olivia Hayes, CEO of Hayes Innovations, was announcing her engagement to her high school sweetheart, Daniel Sterling. But the tech world wasn' t buzzing about their reunited love story; it was buzzing about something else-my disappearance. I was gone, vanished, while Olivia, arm-in-arm with Daniel, declared on live television that her wedding gift would be the patent for "Prometheus AI" -my life' s work, which I called Aegis. It was intended for her, a wedding gift from me. Watching from a hotel room in Zurich, I saw my life publicly dismantled. The comment sections cheered on their "love story," calling them a power couple, while I was dismissed as the "forgotten partner." Daniel sealed my humiliation with a passionate kiss, claiming our shared history. Then, Olivia, triumphant, announced Daniel would fund Prometheus' s next phase, holding up my creation as her dowry. My genius, the culmination of years of secret work, was being used to celebrate my own betrayal. The sudden, urgent "business trip" she' d arranged for me, her insistence I go alone-it was all a deliberate trap to get me out of the way. She thought I was just a tech entrepreneur, but I was a prodigy, recruited by a clandestine government agency; Aegis, her "Prometheus," was a strategic asset for the U.S. government-and announcing it as her dowry was a federal crime. My phone vibrated with her hollow apologies. But I felt no anger, no heartbreak, just profound weariness. The man who loved Olivia Hayes was gone, replaced by someone colder, harder. I looked at the glittering Zurich lights, and I knew what I had to do. I picked up the phone, scrolled to an unlisted contact: Agent Smith. "Miller," a gruff voice answered. "It's 3 a.m. here. This had better be a matter of national security." "It is," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. "Get me a flight. I' m coming home. Now."/0/84018/coverorgin.jpg?v=d0357a6f82414bc1b15df9054241fe96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Breeding Mare to Billionaire Baker
Five months pregnant, I walked into Ethan's kitchen, expecting to pick up our marriage license. Instead, his mother, Maria, smiled thinly as Ethan slid a sheaf of papers across the table. It wasn't a license. It was a cohabitation agreement, demanding I forfeit all rights to his future earnings and property, and stating we'd only legally marry after a son was born. My heart shattered, yet what I found next froze it solid: crumpled in his sock drawer, a urologist's report stating Ethan had severe infertility. My "miracle" pregnancy was no miracle; it was a calculated trap, a desperate pawn in their greedy game to secure a male heir and control my life. I was trapped, pregnant, and betrayed by the man I loved, used like a breeding mare. My entire relationship was a lie built on their grasping poverty and cruel manipulation. How could anyone be so cold, so utterly devoid of love? They thought I was helpless, a naive, pregnant woman from the wrong side of the tracks. They believed they had me cornered, ready to sign my life away. They were wrong. That day, as they gloated, I smiled back, realizing they had just walked straight into my trap./0/22373/coverorgin.jpg?v=b2c4695cfaca1f68436f9e2bae289a17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Courting Trouble
A painful past, an insolent ex, a friend that betrayed her and the unknown nemesis. Shunned and abandoned, Malisha's last chance at redemption is threatened by yet another scandal. When someone conspires to ruin her life, she finds herself back in the same pit that she had dug herself from. Her mind is now at the edge of sanity and those that should have understood her, are now fighting her. With nowhere else to turn, redemption comes from the most unexpected of places and from the man that she had vowed to never acknowledge./0/92454/coverorgin.jpg?v=769fad4e27d5671a7f1b2cd494790665&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Seventh Chance
Vincent had an admirer who was relentlessly devoted, pursuing him for seven years. This woman was of average appearance and circumstances, yet she never gave up on him. Initially, Vincent felt nothing but disdain for her, telling her off harshly and repeatedly, which was unusual for someone who typically adhered to social decorum. However, Mira accidentally discovered what Vincent had saved her contact as in his phone. He called her darling./0/83045/coverorgin.jpg?v=980270d54770d2e77742960b240dd6a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Night He Drugged My Tea
My husband, Ethan Cole, was New York' s legal golden boy-revered for his legal prowess and, more famously, for his legendary adoration of his wife, Sarah Miller. "My North Star" tattooed over his heart, cross-country flights for a few hours with me; I believed this perfect fairytale for years. Then, the crash. Arriving at his office to surprise him, I overheard his junior associates' crude jokes: "Boss is off to Napa with Jessica Vance for a 'client retreat'." Napa? He'd texted "Chicago deposition." My world tipped. The video landed, sent by Jessica: her, tied with Ethan' s silk tie, his face consumed by a desire I hadn't witnessed in years. It plummeted deeper. That night, he drugged my tea. Then, he brought her into our bed, right beside me, believing I was out cold. Her moans, his rough whispers, Jessica' s sweat-damp hair brushing my cheek-the ultimate, sickening violation. The man who once cooked me gourmet breakfasts became a depraved stranger, brazenly flaunting his infidelity inches from me. How could he? My reflection showed tear-streaked eyes, but pain became icy resolve. No screaming. No breakdowns. A chillingly precise plan formed. I took a burner phone, texting him-my husband, the famed attorney-as an anonymous "Ms. Evans": "My husband is cheating with his assistant. What should I do?" His reply, professional and prompt: "Secure all evidence of his infidelity. Bring it to me." So, I did. I formally retained Ethan Cole to handle my divorce. Game on./0/80125/coverorgin.jpg?v=afd698d355bfd246f3a61a69c31c5b74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Years of Devotion, A Lifetime of Betrayal
"Maya, we need to talk about the Nova Fellowship." Ethan’s voice was smooth, but his eyes held a look I knew well before he asked for something big. The final interviews for my dream fellowship were just next week. He sighed, running a hand through his perfect brown hair, then dropped the bombshell: Chloe, the Harrisons’ "lost" daughter, suddenly wanted to apply. I stared, my heart pounding, realizing the application deadline had passed months ago, and Chloe knew nothing of astrophysics. He quickly explained they were making an exception for Chloe due to "hardship," courtesy of the Harrisons’ pulled strings. A cold feeling started in my stomach when he gently suggested I withdraw my application for "family goodwill." He squeezed my hands, urging me to "give Chloe a fair shot" because she was "fragile." I pulled my hands away, reminding him this fellowship was my entire future. He insisted I’d find other opportunities, painting my sacrifice as a "gesture for family." His words felt like cotton, trying to smother the fire of my lifelong dream. He believed this was reasonable, that I should sacrifice everything for a girl he barely knew, who had appeared out of nowhere. My carefully built world, with Ethan at its center, felt like it was tilting, as I realized I was just in the way. Then, he left me stranded in a furious Nor’easter, sick and alone, rushing off to comfort Chloe’s "panic attack." Weeks later, the Harrisons, with Ethan’s complicity, publicly branded me a plagiarist, expelled me from Blackwood, and stole my groundbreaking dark matter algorithm. I saw Chloe presenting my life’s work as her own, celebrated as a "rising star." My reputation was in ruins, my academic dreams destroyed, my love for Ethan shattered into a million pieces. How could Ethan, the man I loved, betray me for an imposter, and why did the family treat me as expendable after years of devotion? Publicly shamed, injured in an angry crowd, I truly hit rock bottom, lying feverish and abandoned in a hospital bed. Just as despair threatened to consume me, I remembered the private investigator’s card, tucked away in my wallet, leading to the biological family I thought were dead. That night, lying shattered and alone, I reached for my phone, found the investigator’s number, and made the call to choose myself and reclaim my life./0/86614/coverorgin.jpg?v=3066f9ed4c86d310a90c06c63d7407c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Wedding Wreckage To Starlight
For ten years, Olivia Hayes was my universe. As an astrophysicist, I understood the vastness of space, but she was my sun, the center of my gravity, for whom I even gave up career opportunities. Our wedding day was meant to be the culmination of our decade-long love. But the day before our wedding, searching for a photo album, I stumbled upon a shoebox filled with letters and recent photos confirming her ongoing affair with Liam, her high school ex. My meticulously built life crumbled, revealing I was nothing more than a "safety net," a "formality." The next day, a ghost at my own wedding, I watched as Liam crashed the ceremony, publicly declared his "love" for Olivia, and then shoved me, breaking my leg. Olivia, instead of rushing to my aid, accused me of making a scene and left with Liam, prioritizing his fake panic attack over my real injury. In the hospital, she ignored my calls, then chastised me for needing her, demanding I give her my grandmother's ring for Liam's "peace of mind." She stole it while I was recovering. She then audaciously invited me to a "getting back on track" family BBQ, a cruel public spectacle where Liam played the happy host. There, she threatened to ruin my reputation if I didn't play along. She chased me to my hotel, attempting a desperate seduction, but when Liam called, her true priority became clear. She rushed to his side again, leaving me heartbroken and alone. Olivia, in a twisted display, held a "makeup wedding" where Liam, not me, was the groom. He shoved me again, breaking my leg a second time, and Olivia, with icy fury, had me thrown out. The security guard, though sympathetic, delivered the final blow: a note from me, leaving her with the words: "I loved you. Goodbye." She eventually found me in Chile, begging, but faced with my calm finality and another woman by my side, her illusion shattered. She spiraled into abandonment, ultimately consumed by her own web of deceit, while I found peace under the clear Chilean stars./0/33729/coverorgin.jpg?v=b8bdcb8e42608ac267e56842e5bb0e8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Passionate Chase
Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper Dean Broody was rich, handsome, charming, fun-loving and a ladies’ man. As the last of seven sons by a wealthy couple, Dean had sailed through life getting everything and any woman he wanted. Women didn’t usually say NO to him. Till he fell for one of his friends… Kayla Cooper was a very feisty, smart, no-nonsense young lady who was studying to become a lawyer. Though she had always had the hots for Dean, she had suppressed her attraction because she saw Dean as a male slut who would never commit to a relationship. They were friends…till that fateful day… Everything changed!/1/103810/coverorgin.jpg?v=5eddcc3abc62328006970d6a31f3df71&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Quiet Found Her Heart
After losing the love she thought she would grow old with, Amara Cole built a life around survival-not hope. Strong, ambitious, and quietly broken, she learns to live with grief by keeping her heart guarded and her world controlled. Love, to her, is a beautiful risk she can no longer afford. Then she meets Elias. Steady, patient, and deeply kind, Elias doesn't try to save her or erase her past. He simply stays-through the silence, the fear, and the memories that refuse to fade. As Amara struggles between protecting her heart and daring to love again, she must face the truth: healing doesn't mean forgetting, and loving again doesn't mean betrayal. When the Quiet Found Her Heart is a deeply emotional story about love after loss, second chances, and the courage it takes to choose happiness again. A slow-burn romance filled with pain, tenderness, and hope-proof that even the most wounded hearts can find their way home./0/37298/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4c901001f030f960bb1320237ad3fde&imageMogr2/format/webp)
