Romance Books for Women
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Jane And Clark
A love tale about Jane Sunderland and Clark Williams, coming from a piqued background of past hurting relationships and falling in love at first sight with each other. Jane and Clark soon realize that their families had been friends before they ended up being rivals even before they were born and were forced to separate. They both decide that they must settle their family disputes with their power force of love. Do they overcome the odds? Jane was completely flustered as she fluttered her eyelashes because for no reason she couldn't control her gaze. Has she finally fallen in love after all this while? "Am sorry miss I......" Clark stuttered with words when he saw Jane. His heartstrings became very active for her. Why would he stare that long at a woman he had just met?? Clark tried to control his emotions but he just stood there they both locked eyes with each other./0/21157/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbaec20b93f5331b036f6e268c16ec43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flames In The Fire
John and Ellie Bradley have the love everyone wants to have, except there is one problem, Ellie is sick. John has to balance his ill wife, job, and in-laws who want to run the show. As John cares for Ellie in what the doctors say will be her last days, he reflects on their marriage and a love of a lifetime./0/83419/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202424&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes, A New Empire
The cool, conditioned air of the St. Regis suite was the first thing I noticed when I gasped awake, my head throbbing from that familiar chemical fog – the drug my brother, Mark, used to set me up with Chloe, the woman I once foolishly loved. Then, the memories slammed into me like a physical blow: the terrifying fire, Lily' s desperate screams, the sickening smell of gasoline, and the crushing heat – this wasn't a nightmare, it was real, a past I had just escaped, and across the king-sized bed sat Chloe, my murderer, my executioner. My throat clenched, a raw, primal scream trapped within as my heart hammered against my ribs, recognizing this as the night, the precise moment everything twisted into a lifetime of agonizing obsession, cruel betrayal, and the inferno that ultimately consumed my first life and my precious daughter. How could I have been so utterly blind, so completely duped, so willingly walked into a meticulously set trap that not only cost me everything, but also my child, leaving only a cold, sharp rage simmering within, refusing to be a helpless victim again? I had a choice now, a real chance to rewrite my fate, and with shaking hands that barely obeyed, I found my phone, scrolled straight to Ryan' s number in Chloe' s contacts, hit dial, and rasped into the receiver, "Come get your girlfriend, St. Regis, Suite 1412; she' s waiting for you," knowing that this time, I would burn her world down first./0/85922/coverorgin.jpg?v=43e4aa31b68009e67e8b9c8edb23ad43&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Kiss, My Ruin
The annual Apex Innovations retreat was a testament to my success, a celebration of crushing goals, with my beautiful wife, Sarah, by my side – the ultimate power couple. But the celebratory mood shattered when a childish game of 'Truth or Dare' brought my deepest insecurity to the surface, revealing Sarah' s unsettling focus on Alex, her "brother-like" childhood friend. My blood ran cold as Sarah, with a brilliant smile meant for him, publicly offered to kiss Alex, dismissing my quiet plea to sit down with chilling disdain. She then slapped me in front of my employees, defended him, and sealed her betrayal with a long, deliberate kiss that crumbled ten years of marriage into ash. How could she humiliate me so utterly, so casually, for a man I suspected she' d been seeing for years-a suspicion she' d always gaslit me into believing was just my unreasonable jealousy? The final, gut-wrenching blow came not in that moment, but hours later: discovering pharmacy receipts for birth control pills, covering the five years I believed I was infertile, forcing her to endure my "failure," all while she knowingly carried Alex' s baby. In that instant, my world shattered, and I knew-I wouldn't just walk away; I would dismantle everything we built, and she would stand alone in the wreckage./0/42589/coverorgin.jpg?v=f79b7419a6f842853e20563b842ac919&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hello! Mr. Billionaire
"Mmmn Zane" I moaned admist the heat of passion. The s*xual urge was inevitable. "Imagine i'm right in front of you" He sounded soft, s*xy and seductive. "I can see you, shirtless with s*xy abs you've showed me" I imagined his naked figure in front of me. "Good. Now Imagine everything you wanna do to me. I can also see you with a s*xy red bra on, revealing those juicy b*obs" "Mmmn I can feel your hands on my b*obs" I moaned loudly. There was a sudden knock on the door, disrupting the s*x call that felt almost real and I was extremely aroused. I disconnected the call, to get the door. "Hmmn Finn" I moaned his name coldly; allowing him in. "Hi Rita" He smiled innocently. I stared at him seductively, I saw everything Zane told me to imagine earlier. Naked, hot and sexy! I drooled, heavily aroused and engrossed in my dirty imagination. I jumped on innocent Finn, pinned my body against him and began to kiss him deeply. Looks like Finn understood the assignment. He didn't resist, he lifted me bridal style, laid me on the couch, yanked off my clothes. ~~ He satisfied my s*xual desires and made me feel like a woman. I gave Finn my body and I didn't care but unknowingly to me, it was the greatest mistake of my life./0/23973/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca07636bc1b3b0b83981a63c56ddf52f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Roof with Five Hot Jerks
Maxine Wards run away from her home that made her lost in the city. Thank goodness cause there's one guy who saw her sleeping in the street. Harold Vans (the grandfather of five hot jerks) brought her to the Mansion and adopted her for temporary. And due to important matters, Harold Vans needed to fly abroad for some matters so that Maxine Wards left in hand with these FIVE HOT JERKS, named; Alyn Crawford, Louis Howard, Byron Wagner, Giles Christophe and Sid Grandier. What do you think would happen in her life along with these five hot jerks? Would she run away again to run from these jerks? Or she will continue her life and live in ONE ROOF WITH FIVE HOT JERKS?/0/84827/coverorgin.jpg?v=07b31da3de602776e883e4df2b3a8486&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Life She Hid
My six-year marriage to Sarah was supposed to be a picture of perfect bliss. We were planning an anniversary trip, discussing a future with children, a life built on solid ground. Then, a child' s drawing hidden in her car, labeled "Mommy," shattered my world. It depicted a woman with my wife's long brown hair, and two children named Leo and Mia. Children we didn't have. The whispers I overheard later-Sarah and her mother, talking about "five years" of deceit, a man named David, and those kids-confirmed my worst fears. My beloved wife had a whole other life, a secret family I was unwittingly funding. The "business trips," the late nights, the unexplained cash withdrawals… it all clicked into place, painting me as the delusional fool. The man I thought I was, the life I believed in, crumbled into ash. How could I have been so blind, so utterly duped by the woman I adored? How could someone I trusted completely orchestrate such a monstrous lie? Every cherished memory turned into a new, agonizing layer of betrayal. With nothing left but a cold, burning rage and a profound sense of injustice, I decided: Ethan Patterson had to die. But not in reality. I would disappear, erase myself, and leave her to face the wreckage of the life she had so meticulously built on my unsuspecting heart./0/55104/coverorgin.jpg?v=75cb56df0b76c57690ab4394f6cae3ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Alpha King's Slave
ALPHA KING'S SEX SLAVE Book Blurb He burst into a peal of laughter at my agony and this time his eyes grew dark with rage as he gripped my head closer to his face. We were just an inch apart. My breathing turned labored and the sobs racked my throat. “I hate you Talitha. I hunted every town my spies saw you. I searched the deepest forest and farther into every pack of the world to fish you out. Finally, you’re here and this time I’ll make sure I’ll take everything that makes you special, gifted, and exalted and replace them with a broken, weak, and worthless slave, and not only that… I know you hate me, my name, and whose son I am. But that would change. I’ll fill you with me in every corner of your heart, soul, body, and blood. I’ll be so deep in your blood that when you bleed you bleed me.” ~ Witches are not accepted to be part of the kingdom of Arni where the evil king kills them and takes the women for his sexual gratification and burns them alive at will. Generation after generation the witches holding onto the phrophecy of a thousand year ago seeking the foretold blood Rage Queen the Queen to save them from their affliction and restore the witches Clan. The evil king gets murdered and when the witches thought their persecution to be over his son Alpha Hades- is out for the witches but first he must conquer Tabitha's daughter. The daughter of the woman (Head Witch) who murdered his father and beheaded his poor mother and he must conquer her in spirit and on his bed by putting a collar on her neck as his slave and imprinting his essence to every inch of her perfect body. But little did he know his slave is the foretold Blood Rage Queen and she swore to take his life any chance she gets and to put the end to the Wolves villainous reign. Can love grow from this unlikely pair of wolf and Witch or will their hate and revenge consume them at their quest?/0/42902/coverorgin.jpg?v=1afb15aeff02b31c697b3b4a0d1bd8a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Laywer
I’m not the type of girl who picks up a man on a rooftop bar. Not the kind of girl who lets a man’s hands roam my body, discovering I have no panties on. Never the girl who has hours’ worth of o’s from a smoking-hot one-night stand. But Dominick makes it so easy to say yes. His body, his moves, and his oh-so-wicked tongue have me saying it over and over again. Yes, please. Yes, more. Yes, right there. He worships every inch of my body, and I’m still sore the next morning when I meet him again./0/20688/coverorgin.jpg?v=4de23188b0d6d7acf29e97e91f4057ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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THE WRONG HEIR'S BRIDE
Amelia Hart agrees to marry billionaire heir Adrian Kingston for one reason only: to uncover the truth behind her father's mysterious death. She believes the powerful Kingston family buried the answers years ago, and becoming Adrian's wife is the only way to expose the secrets hidden behind their wealth and influence. But Adrian is nothing like the cold, ruthless billionaire she expected. As buried family secrets, dangerous enemies, and a decades-old conspiracy begin to surface, Amelia and Adrian are forced into an uneasy alliance. Every clue draws them deeper into a deadly game where trust is fragile, betrayal is everywhere, and love may be the one thing neither of them can afford. What begins as a marriage of convenience slowly becomes a partnership built on trust, sacrifice, and undeniable passion. Now they must uncover the truth before the people protecting it destroy them both. Some marriages are arranged. Some destinies are rewritten./0/18498/coverorgin.jpg?v=a70e4c41ef97dc97dab0728321fa7125&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Takes Time
She took her friend’s advice and walked into the man’s room, the man she had long had a secret crush on. Yet, when she was pushed into the wrong room–everything changed overnight. One night in the unknown brought her to a different fate. It would become the source of her troubles as she drowned in rumors, gossip, and all kinds of harsh words. The media slandered her and alienated her from her family. She tried to run away from him, to escape, but it was already too late. He had come to regard her as his destiny./0/84358/coverorgin.jpg?v=696ef9c26c54cf2fbc230cb8fab19cd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sweet DC Life: A World Away From Him
My world ended with a Dropbox link, a preview of what I thought was our wedding reel, a montage of the perfect love story Andrew and I had built from our foster home days to City Hall. Instead, I found professional, high-resolution photos of Andrew with Molly Chavez, his intern, posing as the ideal political power couple, his hand possessively on her back, her face beaming at his side. When Molly called, feigning an apology for a "mix-up," I heard Andrew' s voice in the background, clear as day: "She won't do anything. She needs me and this life." That devastating line shattered me, making all his dismissals and forgotten promises click, revealing I was just a discarded relic of his past, not his partner. But the Gabrielle he knew, the one who meekly accepted his condescension and believed she needed him, died right then; I picked up my phone, not to call him, but to call my lawyer, ready to draw up divorce papers, effective immediately./0/86861/coverorgin.jpg?v=02e0daf5a5ac294409d52c0fc4051536&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Betrayal Burns: A Husband’s Revenge
Something was wrong with Olivia. Small things at first: a new perfume, hidden texts, glossy shopping bags from stores we couldn' t afford. Then, during a video call from my business trip, the camera shifted, and I saw a men' s watch on her nightstand. A big, silver one. It wasn' t mine. Her smile snapped, her eyes darted away, and she stammered, calling it a "surprise" before disconnecting. When she texted an hour later, full of false cheer, I noticed new, expensive diamond earrings that I hadn' t bought. She claimed my sister, Sarah, had given them to her "ages ago." Her stories fell apart under the slightest probe. She was a terrible liar, her panic barely concealed by forced smiles. My gut screamed, but I clung to hope. But the cheap, plastic keychain she gave me as her "surprise" upon my return, while her brand-new designer handbag sat on the counter, next to the memory of that expensive watch, shattered any illusions. I became withdrawn, playing the broken husband. Yet, when I "forgot" my wallet and returned home, I heard Olivia whisper to Sarah about "Mr. Davies" and a deal. My sister, my own flesh and blood, had sold my wife to her boss for a promotion. The realization was a physical blow. My wife, my sister-they had betrayed me in the most heinous way imaginable. They thought I was an idiot, a clueless fool. But the game had just begun./0/79665/coverorgin.jpg?v=09f1fb14a548939761333bbbd4198dd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day Her Heart Died, His Empire Fell
Ellie, a woman who sacrificed her dreams for her husband Marcus's tech empire, NovaCore, receives a devastating diagnosis: late-stage pancreatic cancer. As she grapples with her mortality, she confronts Marcus about his escalating infidelity with Chloe Sanders and his cold indifference towards her. Instead of comfort, Marcus dismisses her pain and accuses her of dramatics, even suggesting she "die to get his attention." The grim reality of her impending death forces Ellie to face the harsh truth of her broken marriage and her husband's betrayal. She prepares for her final farewell, arranging her cremation and cutting ties with the life that has only brought her heartache. Even as she weakens, Chloe's malicious taunts continue, culminating in the cruel demolition of Ellie and Marcus's first home—their symbol of innocent love and shared dreams. In her final moments, Ellie leaves Marcus a signed divorce paper and a journal entry wishing she had never met him, asserting that he destroyed her and took everything. Overcome by guilt and a terrifying vision of Ellie’s death, Marcus tries to atone by rebuilding their first home and showering the "resurrected" Ellie with love and attention, believing he has been given a second chance. However, his manufactured reality shatters on their 20th anniversary when a ghostly Ellie reveals the devastating truth: he's been living a hallucination, a desperate dream to escape his grief and the consequences of his actions. As his dream collapses, Marcus loses everything – NovaCore, his fortune, and his sanity – ultimately vanishing, a ghost forever haunted by the woman he destroyed and the love he could never reclaim./0/81073/coverorgin.jpg?v=eab95b65b743a0e9f5070c40b8fe5441&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wife, The Monster
My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, just died from leukemia. Grief consumed me, but my wife, Vicky, told me it was the will of fate-the experimental Swiss treatment simply failed. We buried our sweet girl. But then, hours later, I overheard Vicky' s voice, surprisingly light, from her study. She was on a video call, laughing with her best friend, Chloe. "He' s back, Chloe! Julian! His big project in Dubai went bust." Vicky giggled, then scoffed, "Honestly, Lily' s illness was such a drain. Julian doesn' t need to know I had a child, especially one so sick." Then came the words that ripped my world apart: "I found a clinic in Switzerland, very discreet. Euthanasia." My heart, already shattered, was pulverized. Vicky had killed our daughter. And now, with Lily barely cold in her grave, Vicky was parading Julian, her old flame, through our home, mocking my life' s work, and quickly erasing Lily' s every trace. She painted me as an unstable, grieving fool. She vowed to destroy me, to ensure I got nothing. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, be such a monster? How could I have been so blind? But the pain wasn't just mine; it was Lily' s, a horrific injustice. I wouldn't let them erase her. I would fight back, for Lily' s legacy, for the truth, and green the world with the "Oasis System" she loved, whether Vicky and Julian liked it or not./0/72469/coverorgin.jpg?v=35a1ab79d64008260063532eeff7db91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing After My Ex-Husband
Lena's eyes locked onto Grayson's, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you away like that. I...I made a mistake." Grayson's cold laughter cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. He closed the space between them, his towering presence suffocating. "A mistake?" His voice was low, dangerous. "No, Lena. Dropping a glass is a mistake. What you did..." He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "That was a choice." Lena flinched, her chest tightening. "I didn't know. .." "You knew exactly what you were doing," he interrupted, his tone like ice. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. "And now you're here, begging for something. What is it this time? Redemption? Love?" His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Don't insult me." "I don't want anything from you," Lena shot back, though her voice faltered under his scrutiny. Grayson laughed softly, the sound mocking. "You always want something, Lena. What is it now?" His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "A second chance to ruin me?" Her heart pounded in her chest, her words stuck in her throat. Lena watched him, her stomach twisting. The man before her was powerful, untouchable...everything she had once dreamed of. And now, she feared she had lost him forever. *** Lena made a choice, a selfish, cold decision she thought was best for her future. She married Grayson, a struggling man she believed she could manipulate to secure her family's fortune. But once the deal was sealed, she cast him aside without remorse. Later, regret weighed heavily on her heart. Grayson, the man she thought she'd discarded, has returned, but he's no longer the desperate man she once knew. He's powerful, ruthless, and unrecognizable. And worse? He's made it clear he wants nothing to do with her. Now, Lena must decide how far she's willing to go to mend what she broke. But Grayson's world has no room for second chances, or does it? Why did Lena suddenly want him back? Is it love, guilt, or something far more dangerous? And will Grayson forgive her, or destroy her?/0/24130/coverorgin.jpg?v=de294884d75a8c8600b78f5ddca1b9d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
How to heal: A broken heart
Ashy took a chance on something risky. She made the decision to love, but she wasn't sure she was prepared to be hurt. Despite the knowledge that others would be hurt, she and Storm were thrilled. When the moment came for Storm to make a decision, Ashy assumed he would choose her. She was left dangling in the air. Alone, with no one to turn to, and engulfed in shame. She's getting better, but fate is only a game. He returned when she was fine. For what purpose? To hurt her once more? How can the past's scars be healed? If you've been hurting for a long time?/0/89990/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec421337057f08090f7912437f10567c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts
For seven years, I used my inheritance to sponsor my college crush. I took Keegan Valdez, a brilliant but disgraced student working as a bartender, and turned him into a Silicon Valley billionaire. We lived together, and I was the fool who believed our transactional relationship was love. Then his childhood sweetheart, Cora, came back. The humiliation was public and swift. At a charity auction, he outbid me for a two-million-dollar necklace, fastening it around her neck for everyone to see. That same night, he rescued me after I was drugged and nearly assaulted, only to abandon me in a hotel room because Cora called with a fake emergency about a stuck shower door. But the final nail in the coffin came after a car hit me. As I lay bleeding in the ER, the nurse called him for consent for my emergency surgery. I heard his voice on the phone, cold and irritated. "I'm comforting my girlfriend," he said. "Whatever happens to her is not my concern." The line went dead. The man I had built from nothing had just left me to die. With a trembling hand, I signed the consent form myself. Then I made another call. "Edwin," I whispered to the man who had proposed to me a year ago. "About that wedding... are you still interested?"/0/77788/coverorgin.jpg?v=a089b7bf4a959490b33f87e0ad6f0b7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
