LGBT+ Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Billionaire's Widow
Hailey Anders After the death of her husband, the only thing that can keep Hailey going are her two little kids. They remind her that he still lives in them. Together with the company he left for her. Paige Carson Fresh out of college with impressive results, looking to find her dream job and make her parents proud like her older sister goes to New York. Little does she know it's a competitive world and she has to settle with what she gets at the moment, which is a PA job for the wealthiest widow in New York. In the midst of pleasing her boss she finds herself falling in love. Will her boss share the same feelings? Let's find out./0/21322/coverorgin.jpg?v=d32e99bc61485d9aadc964d34e909764&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Hurt
Let me just ask you something." "Okay, ask away." "The bet, what else did you bet on?" "Well, we bet on your boob size, your favorite position while having sex..." while she said it, I was actually getting very angry. "You know what, I don't want to hear it. Please go back to your seat. I don't want to talk to you right now." "But you asked me, I just--" "Please, I said you should go back to your seat before I do something I would regret."/0/51516/coverorgin.jpg?v=594ce13fc8143c422350d5614d1ede7d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Night With An Enemy
: Austin Brad, a university guy whose father was killed by his best friend found it difficult to accept and seeks revenge at all cost. His only dream was to kill Adrian Beckett, the guy who killed his father but will he succeed? This story is mainly about how the two arch enemy grew to become lovers and how they set aside their differences despite the impossibilities and life threatening phases./1/111119/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b593c8770e531be8bc2508004be3f6a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dangerous Lover or The Mafia's Boyfriend
Elijah Sinclair is the youngest and most ruthless CEO in the city, known for his arrogance, cunning business tactics, and an ego the size of his billion-dollar empire. He doesn't take no for an answer-until he crosses paths with a dangerous man who couldn't care less about his money or influence. Dante Moretti, the feared heir to the Moretti Mafia, is cold, merciless, and used to people cowering before him. That is until he meets Elijah, a man who refuses to back down, even when a gun is pointed at his head. What starts as a dangerous game of threats and defiance soon turns into something neither of them expected-attraction. Now, with both their worlds colliding, Elijah finds himself in the middle of a deadly mafia war, and Dante finds himself doing something he swore he never would-falling for a cocky CEO who makes his blood boil in more ways than one. Will their love survive betrayal, gunfire, and a whole lot of stubborn pride? Or will their worlds tear them apart before they can even admit their feelings?/0/82804/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfc36d72969985eb58e4d4eaa5cd9a5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Quiet Escape
My wife, Vicky, said she had a business trip. "It's important, Ethan," she' d said, not looking at me. That was her excuse for missing the music festival, the one I' d bought tickets for months ago. So I went alone. Then, on the main stage screen, there she was, smiling next to Dylan Hayes, her college ex. The interviewer asked about inspiration. "Sometimes you wish you could go back to a simpler time," Vicky cooed, her eyes on Dylan. "Like, three years ago, before I made certain life choices." Three years ago. That's when we got married. My stomach dropped. The beer tasted like poison. My own public declaration of divorce at an open mic that night spiraled into a media frenzy. Vicky, terrified of public backlash, hit back. Not at me, but at my sick younger brother, Liam. She threatened to cut off funding for his life-saving leukemia treatments unless I went along with her sanitized PR narrative: we'd "amicably separated," and she was simply "reconnecting" with her new business partner-Dylan. The injustice burned. To leverage my brother's health for her image? To see her ex-lover ensconced in her company, a reminder of her betrayal? I was trapped, but I wouldn't be broken. She wanted a new chapter without me? Fine. I would write one for me and Liam. That night, while she celebrated her carefully crafted facade, I packed our bags. I typed up a divorce petition, signed it, and left it on her pristine kitchen island. I found a new, fully-funded clinical trial for Liam across the country. My brother' s treatment, my escape. We were gone, leaving her to face the consequences of her choices./0/33370/coverorgin.jpg?v=0956343289e165974f455a9dedc054f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sex Slave Is A Billionaire
THIS STORY IS VERY HOT!!!! ITS NOT FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18+ I despised this man in a singularly sharp way, but my body was betraying me; I craved more of what he was doing. Damn if he wasn’t good at this. Here was a man who I wanted to carry my revenge on, and it turned out that right now, what he wanted was me. Miracles do happen. My head fell to the side as I leaned back on my elbows, feeling my impending orgasm approaching fast. I bit his lower lip as my hands made quick work down to the front of his pants, whipping his belt free of the loops. He made a low, angry noise deep in his throat and took my blouse in his hands, yanking it open, the silver buttons skittering across the long conference table. "Let me apologize to you properly… just you and me, this weekend in Italy. I have a hotel" The man whose soul I wanted so much had just tabled it in my palm and so far, there was no price tag. If he thinks he could use his charms on me like he did many years ago then he'd got to rethink. But he didn't have to know that right? He slid his hands up my ribs and over my breasts, thumbs slipping back and forth across my taut nipples, his dark stare fixated on my expression the entire time. His hands were big and rough almost to the point of pain, but instead of wincing or backing off, I pushed into his palms wanting more, and harder. He growled, fingers tightening. It occurred to me I might bruise, and for a sick moment, I hoped I did. I wanted a way to remember this feeling, of being completely sure of what my body wanted, entirely unleashed. He leaned close enough to bite my shoulder, whispering, "We have a deal. And you better make it worth it" "You know you can always count on my dick and mouth, right?" *** Join the ride and quench your desires with this story./1/109242/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9d2979a7bcb0e04700c537677f117ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS SECRET ADDICTION
Alex never expected his anonymous online connection to be Damien Cross, the intimidating billionaire CEO he works for. Three months of late-night confessions. One shocking revelation. What started as fantasy becomes dangerously real when they can't deny their chemistry. But hidden enemies and buried secrets threaten to destroy them both. When Alex discovers a devastating truth linking their pasts, he's forced into an impossible choice that could cost him everything,including Damien's heart. In a world of power and deception, can two men build something real, or will their secrets tear them apart?/0/49328/coverorgin.jpg?v=9178335396eb562f1b8d75db8072aac2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Gift Summer Gave Me
Spending the entire summer holidays at San Francisco with the man that abandoned her mum and her, seems like a death sentence to Cassidy Stewart. She is so sure that her first summer holidays as a first year student of University of California, Berkeley has been ruined, thanks to her mum's decision. In her words,'he is trying to make up for those times he wasn't there'. Seeing that her soft hearted mother has already booked her flights, even before she came back from school. She has no choice but to get on that plane all the way to San Francisco, give the old man the opportunity to make up for being an ass and go back to Berkeley. To Cassidy this holiday is the worst holiday. There in San Francisco, the city she regrets coming to, she meets Kristen Jordan, the very soul that ignites the fire and passion she never believed existed in her, making her want to explore the gay side of her which she has long hidden. Wishing her holiday can be extended so she can be with this lovely woman who is more handsome than gorgeous. The summer holiday in San Francisco, which was hitherto a dead sentence, became the best thing to happen to her. Kristen Jordan, a famous fashion model whose heart has been toyed with and severely broken by the only woman she has ever fallen for, and has resolved never to love again, she resorted to hook ups instead. Closing her heart to love and attachments was pretty easy for three years, until she met Cassidy Stewart, the brown puppy eyes that captured her heart like a charm. Her smiles which catapulted her to the world of ecstasy, leaving her powerless and yearning for her. Will she be able to resist?/0/22108/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a9e51784421c70b888362c539f3890e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Seven Years, A Shattered Promise
On the giant screen in Times Square, Chloe Davis, radiant in red, slammed the gavel, and "Davis Innovations" exploded in green numbers. I stood in the crowd, a ghost she couldn't see, having spent seven years in her shadow, building her dream, waiting for the promise she' d made: "It will be you and me, Alex." Then, a reporter' s question boomed from the speakers: "Rumors of an engagement?" Chloe' s smile widened, one I knew for magazine covers, never reaching her eyes. "The rumors are true," she said, her voice smooth as glass. "I'm engaged to Ethan Hayes. He's my rock." My world dissolved. I walked away, calling her back later. "Don't be difficult," she said. "I was going to tell you." When I arrived at the sterile penthouse, she walked in with Ethan Hayes. "I made that soup for him," she whispered, pointing to the stove. "His stomach is sensitive. You're a survivor, Alex. You'll be fine without me. But he… he only has me." Then the final blow: "I need you to move out. I'll have a check cut for you. For your… contribution." "What else would it be about?" she asked, genuinely confused when I laughed, crumbling the five-million-dollar check she offered as payment for seven years of my life. She thought everything had a price. As she fielded a call about flower orders, Ethan flashed a flicker of triumph, a cold calculation that revealed the "fragile" boy was a predator who had won. But I finally saw the omega symbol on Ethan's collar – my symbol. The one from the necklace she wore, then gave to him. The rage solidified into something colder. "Keep your money, Chloe," I said, letting the check fall. "But there is something of mine I want back."/0/80774/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f6c301f477f1ebe47f3e398f1a19cb3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Red Roses and Regret
The acrid smell hit me first, then our fourth-floor apartment shook. My boyfriend, Mark, was already at the door, his eyes wide. "Chloe," he muttered, and just like that, he was gone – running through the chaos, not to check on me, but to his childhood friend, Chloe. I stumbled out into the smoke-filled hallway alone, my heart pounding. When I found them, he was stroking her hair, murmuring reassurances while she leaned heavily on him, perfectly fine. He hadn't even looked for me. No guilt, no panic for my safety, just a flicker of… annoyance as our eyes met. Later, she’d chirp, “Mark was so worried about you!” A blatant lie. Then his friends revealed the crushing truth: I wasn't just second choice; I was a placeholder, a consolation prize, only good enough for him when Chloe was unavailable. I felt a cold rage. This wasn't just a spat; it was a pattern of neglect, of being unseen, unheard, always playing second fiddle to his “duty” and “obligation” to her. The ultimate insult came when Chloe staged a panic attack in our shared apartment, wearing his robe, scattering their "memory jar," and he rushed to her side, utterly dismissing me again, her fragile act once more trumping *everything*. That was the absolute end. I walked away from the apartment, from him, from that suffocating life. I threw myself into my career, transforming betrayal into fierce independence. But just as I started to breathe again, building my own empire, he reappeared, asking for "one more chance." Will I finally break free, or will the weight of our past pull me back into his orbit?/0/42291/coverorgin.jpg?v=b72c661268cc356f7006252d52e91c4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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LUCY'S OBSESSION
The new girl, Lucy Williams, a fun-loving New York girl, transfers to a British high school for girls. On her first school day, she gets herself in trouble with the school president, Collette. To Lucy's surprise, she finds herself having to share a bedroom with Collette as her new roommate. As the two girls learn more about one another, Lucy begins to fall for her roommate. Her sweet obsession for Collette led her into a whole new chains of events and family conflicts that threatened their relationship/0/28216/coverorgin.jpg?v=afee19a7dd37a9e2be328a19754e1196&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love her beyond time !
A person who can give her the whole world, pamper her and understand her better than anyone. Ready to die for her, so what's left to regret? … Athelisa swore to her, even if the world fell. Athelisa will still hold her hand until her last breath... “If one day, I leave you…then you must live well, okay?” “That will never happen. Even if the world falls, I won't let go of your hand." I will love you forever and ever. Hold my hand and never let go. So don't worry or want to leave me, okay?/0/78433/coverorgin.jpg?v=9920853165df2f3f5dd4859007538864&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Daddy's Naughty Secret
Getting a job to work as the agent of a top artist in the country, Lyron is excited for the extra pay to cater to his siblings' needs. But when his boss, Amil and him find themselves on a rollercoaster of feelings harbored towards each other, starting with dislike and hate, they both do not expect to be bound by these feelings especially when Amil is betrothed to marry the daughter of his family's friend. Lyron is pregnant but emotionally broken. Amil keeps denying his sexual orientation and feelings for Lyron. What happens between these two lovers when fate comes into play?/0/25871/coverorgin.jpg?v=1de7b9c5f77ac308cc7b32dc285e1bca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
It's You
Despite all the struggles, a straight man Demetrio Salandron managed to graduate in college and has been seeking revenge on people who killed his grandparents and justice for them. But the thing is he didn't know who killed them. He's a man of words and now a changed healthy young man. However, something happened that Night as paths crossed again intentionally as Earl Jones Monteiro, the man who thinks and believes that he is just a main character of a book, that his life is just a whole plot of a story. He has a psychological problem in short and doesn't believe in reality and that's the reason he lives until now, his beliefs. He believes he wanted to be unique among all the characters but failed since one of his rules broke and couldn't stop what he is doing and feeling, the feeling that is not familiar with him. Will Earl Jones Monteiro change the way he lives and stop his bad temper?/0/7256/coverorgin.jpg?v=131c6f66f3fc2787823b58f80996438f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A History of Roman Literature
Formatted for the Kindle. Linked Contents:<br>Introduction<br>PART I<br>I. Prehistoric man \u2014 His language one of signs and sounds \u2014 The story of Psammetichus and the Two Babies \u2014 Idiom of language a survival of primitive peoples<br>II. Modern types of early man \u2014 Sign-language of people living on the globe to-day \u2014 The custom of the Uvinza grandees \u2014 The \"good-morning\" of the Walunga tribe \u2014 Signs of hospitality in the sign vocabulary of the North American Indian \u2014 The \"attingere extremis digitis\" of the Romans \u2014 Clap-hands one of the first lessons of the Nursery \u2014 The modern survival of hand-clapping \u2014 \"Is it rude to shake hands, Nurse?\" \u2014 A hypercritical mother \u2014 Plato's rebuke \u2014 Agesilaus and his children \u2014 Nursery classics and critical babies \u2014 \"Lalla, lalla, lalla\" of the Roman child \u2014 The well-known baby dance of \"Crow and caper, caper and crow\"<br>III. Writers on comparative religions show that entire religious observances come down to modern peoples from heathen sources \u2014 The Bohemian Peasant and his Apple Tree \u2014 A myth of long descent found in the rhyme of \"A Woman, a Spaniel, and Walnut Tree\"; our modern \"Pippin, pippin, fly away,\" indicates the same sentiment \u2014 The fairy tale of Ashputtel and the Golden Slipper, the legend from which came our story of Cinderella \u2014 Tylor on Children's Sports \u2014 The mystery of Northern Europe at Christ's coming \u2014 The Baby's Rattle \u2014 Ancestral worship follows sun and moon worship, and gives us the tales of fairies, goblins, and elves \u2014 Boyd Dawkins' story of the Isle of Man farmer \u2014 A Scandinavian Manxman \u2014 Modernised lullaby of a Polish mother \u2014 \"Shine, Stars\" \u2014 \"Rain, rain, go away\" \u2014 Wind making \u2014 Lullabies \u2014 Bulgarian, German, \"Sleep, Baby, Sleep\" \u2014 The lullaby of the Black Guitar \u2014 \"Baby, go to Sleep\" \u2014 English version, \"Hush thee, my Babby\" \u2014 Danish lullaby of \"Sweetly sleep, my little Child\" \u2014 \"Bye, baby bunting\"<br>IV. Elf-land \u2014 Old-time superstitions \u2014 A custom of providing a feast for the dead known in Yorkshire, North-west Ireland, and in Armenia \u2014 The Erl King of Goethe \u2014 Ballet of the Leaf-dressed Girl \u2014 The Spirit of the Waters \u2014 An Irish legend of Fior Usga \u2014 Scotch superstition \u2014 Jenny Greenteeth of Lancashire \u2014 The Merrow of the West of Ireland \u2014 Soul Cages \u2014 The German rhyme of \"O Man of the Sea, come list unto Me\" \u2014 Mysticism among uncivilised races \u2014 The Corn Spirit \u2014 The Rye-wolf \u2014 \"The Cow's in the Corn\" \u2014 \"Ring a ring a rosies\" \u2014 \"Cuckoo Cherry Tree\" \u2014 Our earliest song, \"Summer is a-coming in\" \u2014 \"Hot Cockles\" at Yorkshire funerals \u2014 \"Over the Cuckoo Hill, I oh!\" \u2014 Indian Lore<br>PART II<br>I. Games \u2014 Whipping-tops, Marbles, etc. \u2014 \"I am good at Scourging of my Toppe,\" date 15 \u2014 (?) \u2014 Dice and Pitch-and-Toss \u2014 \"Dab a Prin in my Lottery Book\" \u2014 \"A' the Birds of the Air\" \u2014 Hop Scotch \u2014 \"Zickety, dickety, dock\" \u2014 \"All good Children go to Heaven\" \u2014 \"Mary at the Cottage Door.\" <br>Marriage Games \u2014 \"If ever I Marry I'll Marry a Maid,\" 1557 A.D. \u2014 London Street Games \u2014 A Wedding \u2014 \"Choose one, choose two, choose the nearest one to you\" \u2014 \"Rosy Apple, Lemon, and Pear\" \u2014 The King of the Barbarines \u2014 \"I've got Gold and I've got Silver\" \u2014 A Lancashire Round Game \u2014 \"Fol th' riddle, I do, I do, I do\" \u2014 Round Game of the Mulberry Bush \u2014 \"Pray, Mr. Fox, what time is it?\" \u2014 \"Mother, buy me a Milking Can\" \u2014 \"Here comes a Poor Sailor from Botany Bay\" \u2014 \"Can I get there by Candle-light?\"<br>II. Nursery Games\u2014 A Game for a Wet Day \u2014 \"Cows and Horses walk on four legs\" \u2014 A Game nearly 300 years old \u2014 \"There were two birds sitting on a stone\" \u2014 A B C Game \u2014 \"Hi diddle diddle\" \u2014 \"I Apprentice my Son\" \u2014 An Armenian Child's Game, \"Jack's Alive\" \u2014 Russian Superstition<br>III. Jewish Rhymes<br>.../0/56221/coverorgin.jpg?v=759af5c9f9c8686f9d8bdae1c71d69a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
