Romance Books for Women
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BOUND TO THE WRONG CALLAHAN
Blurb **She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.** *** **SIENNA** I thought I buried that night. The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future. Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be. Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love. Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters. Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name. He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing. But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive. I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget. But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice. *** ** **LANDON** She was never supposed to be his. The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know. I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted. Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother. Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun. She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone. But I remember. And so does she. One night should have been the end. Instead it was only the beginning. Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother./0/84594/coverorgin.jpg?v=b65ba05c1901fe4c663441494cc84112&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Story, My Proof
The sterile white hallway of the hospital echoed with the sickening crack of bone. It was my bone, shattered by Daniel Hayes, the man who once swore to cherish me. He'd just slammed my hand against the wall, shielding my ex-best friend, Chloe Davis, who feigned tears behind him. Chloe, the architect of my ruin, had twisted Daniel's amnesia, painting me as a gold-digger and our son, Ethan, as a child of questionable paternity. Daniel, stripped of memory, looked at me with cold fury, then at our infant son with contempt. "Get out," he spat, threatening security. My son, innocent in his bassinet, was disowned. The man who wept with joy at our ultrasound now called his own son a bastard, even shoving Ethan's high chair over, causing a severe injury. His cruelty knew no bounds; I sold our last symbol of love, my engagement ring, for Ethan's surgery, only for Daniel to steal our son at gunpoint. My pleas fell on deaf ears; the police sided with the powerful CEO, and a fabricated court order made me an unfit mother. How could he forget everything? How could he believe such monstrous lies? The man I loved was gone, replaced by a ruthless stranger determined to erase me. But a mother's rage is a force no amnesia can quell. With nothing left to lose, I swore to take back my son, even if it meant tearing down the empire he'd built on our shattered past./1/106981/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba8c471c64202db4468df230cff0b88c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Always Be Mine
Ever since she could remember, Maya Connors has always been the smart, shy girl that sat at the back of the classroom. She tackled every task with a boundless zest, except when it came to boys and relationships. Being eighteen and never once had a boyfriend, she was adamant that it would stay the same until she graduated. But sometimes, you have to expect the unexpected - such as falling for Ethan Morrison, a boy who was way too handsome and way too out of her league. Despite coming from very different social circles, a school trip to Europe was all it took as to her dismay, she found him incredibly charming. But when Maya ventures out of her shell and falls too deep, she realizes that it's too late to go back. With her heart laying on the line, she's about to face a whirlwind of emotions, drama, and secrets./0/31060/coverorgin.jpg?v=cf1027f80e6a191e7fde631773fa19f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Untamed Lust
WARNING THIS STORY IS FOR ๐ PLUS. "Why Ethan, I told you that my contraceptives have expired and that I needed another shot. Yet you poured it all inside me?" I cried again "You gonna give birth to my dame baby okay," he said and tied my leg with chains and locked it with a key. He untied my hands and left the room without giving me any clothes to cover myself. My head was spinning with different wild ideas, but I was ready to wait for him to sleep before I can move into action. For a moment I kept asking myself, " Is this monster the man I have truly fallen in love with"/0/85243/coverorgin.jpg?v=de9e180e6b57d77d4a406fd05803e4da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife's Awakening
The antiseptic smell stung my nose, and a dull ache pulsed behind my eyes as I woke up in a hospital bed. A sharp voice cut through the quiet: "She\'s awake. After all that drama, she finally decides to wake up." It was my adoptive mother, Helen, with my father, David, and then Liam, my husband, walked in. They weren\'t there for me; they were worried sick about Scarlett, my stepsister, who lay pale and fragile just a few rooms away. "You almost died trying to get Liam\'s attention again, " Helen sneered. "Are you happy now?" Liam, meanwhile, looked at me with chilling indifference before grabbing my arm and dragging me to donate blood for Scarlett. The nurses whispered about my supposed obsession, but their words meant nothing; the pain, the desperation, it was all gone. My amnesia had wiped the slate clean, and for the first time, I saw the truth: I was a burden, a wife Liam didn\'t want, an obligation they resented. And for the first time, I felt clarity, not sorrow. I picked up my phone, found a number, and then said, "I want a divorce. And I want to sever all ties with my adoptive parents, the Hayes family."/0/21651/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9db476fb2d978797ee187559f60e1d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
White Whispers
For ages, the harmless, resting form and grave of five sisters-a beautiful, tidy house has stayed silent, and undisturbed. Suddenly, this house is broken into by outlaws. There are set out conditions for humans to reside within this house, but unaware of the consequences if the rules are broken, and the powers that reside within the house, these outlaws cause further damage, thereby awakening the sleeping powers within the house. These powers, hungry, itchy, and thirsty, feast on these men and regain their strength. As they release themselves, and find their way out into the world, their new assignment becomes finding, stalking, and hunting those who buried them in here, locked them inside the house, and eventually turned them into the house, and their tone to man is one man deems unfair./0/38198/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d8aaaffe0352fda92fdfe615ad05d84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Love (Psycho love)
This is the story of a young Nigerian girl who fell in love with her cousin brother. She came to the City to stay at her uncle's house for the holiday as she waits for her admission into the university to be approved. She fell in love with her cousin brother at first sight and was greatly bothered by the completely new and unexpected feelings because she has never felt that way before and it's wrong because the act of incest is a great crime in some parts of Nigeria, especially the East where she hails from. What would she do when she couldn't stop her heart from desiring her hairless Romeo?/0/44687/coverorgin.jpg?v=67c105673672d129f20c6425077f7347&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Redemption
Clarisse Marshall is a pretty and simple convenience store employee. She works hard for the money, and she has a pure and gentle heart, and she is more than willing to help anyone, and Michele Montserrat is just one of them. She saved Michele Montserrat's life, and as a result, the man fell inlove with her, fast and hard. Michele is a sweet, warm, kind and a gentle man, however, there's only one problem. He is the future "Godfather" of an organized mafia group which is called the "La Famiglia" which deals with drugs and weapons. Would she be able to set herself free from Michele's romantic pursuit towards her?/0/90110/coverorgin.jpg?v=e21468a20713f134afd37e92078de0f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Broke up with My Boyfriend Before I Died
I chased after Jake Burton for eight years, only to break up with him when I saw he had saved his ex-girlfriend's contact as "Baby." Her name was Janet Flynn. "Just because I forgot to change the contact name?" I stared at Jake's mocking smile and nodded. His friends said I was narrow-minded and overreacted, but I just kept my gaze on Jake without saying a word. Jake's dark eyes seemed to be covered with frost. After a moment, he simply sneered, "Fine. Let's break up. Just don't come back to me and cry to plead with me to get back together." Everyone in the room erupted in laughter. I pushed open the door, clutched the pathology report in my coat pocket, and walked into the night. I had wanted to weave a beautiful dream for the last moments of my life. But I shouldn't force love. It was even more bitter than the medicine I took./0/80701/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f8a64e51efaa1d509dbd94885331cf3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a Pinky: A Vegas Tale
Our wedding was just days away, and the $50,000 down payment for our dream home, a generous gift from my parents, was safely secured for our future. But that tranquil vision shattered the moment I found my fiancรฉ, Mike, in our Vegas hotel suite, his raw voice mumbling the unthinkable: "The money, Sarah. It's gone." Every cent, wiped out in a rigged poker game set up by Rick, Mikeโs own best man. Mike was a broken man, convinced heโd ruined everything, ready to call off our wedding indefinitely. Yet, the anger I expected never came; instead, a cold, hard resolve settled deep within me. This wasn't just about lost money; it was a calculated betrayal, a predatory scheme against our trust and future, by someone who was supposed to be family. How could Mikeโs best friend so cruelly fleece him, seemingly out of nowhere? He didn't know the woman now staring down her desperate groom, pulling out her high-limit emergency credit card. I looked him dead in the eye and declared, "It's our mess now, Mike, and I'm going to deal with Rick." Tonight, he would witness a dangerous side of me he never imagined, as a deeper, long-suppressed past resurfaced to reclaim what was ours./0/71292/coverorgin.jpg?v=42806b9a8d457fcc2dfc4f73e5d75270&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE HEIR'S LAST BARGAIN
Billionaire Ethan Blackwood has everything-except time. His grandfather's ultimatum is clear: marry within a month or lose the empire he's built. Desperate, Ethan turns to the one woman who would rather see him burn-Ivy Sinclair. Years ago, Ethan's ruthless business decisions destroyed Ivy's family, turning her from his best friend into his fiercest rival. Now a self-made fashion mogul, Ivy has sworn never to trust him again. But when her company faces a devastating financial crisis, Ethan offers a deal she can't ignore: one year of marriage in exchange for $50 million. The rules are simple-no love, no emotions, just business. But as they navigate the treacherous world of high society, family betrayals, and a media frenzy determined to expose them, old wounds resurface, and unexpected sparks fly. With secrets threatening to tear them apart and a hidden clause in Ethan's grandfather's will that could ruin everything, Ivy and Ethan must decide: is this marriage just a contract, or is it their second chance at something real?/0/94328/coverorgin.jpg?v=034307e5f3df8b76435fa926926ee0ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Secret Life, My Broken Trust
My perfect life shattered when I heard another woman's voice on my husband's watch, but that was just the beginning of his betrayal. He orchestrated a car crash that killed our unborn child, all to steal my company and be with his secret family. He thought he broke me, but he just unleashed a monster hell-bent on burning his entire world to the ground./0/92057/coverorgin.jpg?v=15aab0b4bf00e589538fa39ec44d672e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Ashes, Empire's Dawn
For ten years, my step-brother Mark was my anchor, my confidant, my entire world. Tonight, at a candlelit dinner, I was finally going to tell him I was in love with him. But just as I started to confess, he raised a glass to a beautiful stranger at the door. "Everyone," he announced with a joy that stabbed me in the heart, "meet my fiancรฉe." The next morning, my step-father stripped me of the Aura project-my life's work-and gave it to her as a strategic gift for their new alliance. Mark, my supposed protector, told me not to be sentimental. It was "just business." Then I found the email, dated three weeks ago. It detailed their entire plan to sideline me, calling my passion "a variable to be managed." They saw me as a heartbroken girl, a sentimental fool they could easily discard. But that night, after I fled the restaurant, I ran into him. Julian Thorne. A ruthless corporate shark and my family's greatest enemy. He offered me a card. "Crying over them won't fix anything," he said. "But if you want to destroy them, I have a proposition." I made the call. "I'm in. What do I have to do?"/0/82648/coverorgin.jpg?v=37ad5077d01c5e7a3f5e67569a1db062&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Faked Death, My True Love
My eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through familiar curtains in what was undeniably my childhood bedroom on a military base. But a stark, chilling truth hit me: I died. I vividly remembered fire, twisted metal, and then a profound, cold darkness. My father, General Miller, walked in, his voice deep and reassuring. "Sarah, you're awake. We need to talk about your future." He began to speak of Captain Mark Olsen, the perfect, ambitious officer everyone expected me to choose. The name was a bitter taste. Because in my first life, I married Mark. Then came the devastating news: killed in action. The grief consumed me. I stopped living, leading to my own tragic car accident months later. My world ended. But it wasn't true. As a lingering spirit, I watched my world shatter while his continued. Mark, alive and vibrant, laughing with Tiffany Evans, his arm around her. They had faked his death, eloped, and built a long, happy life together, completely discarding the woman who died for him. The rage, the profound betrayal, morphed from a cold fire to a precise, icy shard in my chest. Why did I endure such suffering, such a cruel end, while they basked in their deceitful bliss? The injustice was unbearable. But this was it. My second chance. A precious, impossible gift. This time, there would be no Mark Olsen. This time, I' d choose differently. This time, my life wouldn' t end in ashes./0/34954/coverorgin.jpg?v=88214d6b45570198e54c4a8206c1938e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Princess Bellamy
How do you explain when you don't have a choice in life and all you have is to follow your destiny to the one you love? After being locked up for centuries, you're eventually freed only to follow a destiny and then you're locked up again. This was what happened to Princess Bellamy. The first daughter and second child of the Queen. After being locked up for several years, she is eventually released. But what does the future hold for the young princess? Will she be able to achieve all she's ever wished for? Will she be able to fall in love ? Or will she follow her destiny? Will she carry the burden of her people? Will she save the ones who love her and those who don't from the evil ahead? What happens when the young princess eventually falls in love but discovers that love isn't always a bed of roses? What happens when she has to choose between love and power? Will she choose the one she loves or the one who would give her more power? You'll find out all about this young princess's trauma, tragedy and happiness in this book./0/79728/coverorgin.jpg?v=fad7eac427b7c6a94355ca9740fb5d6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Wedding, Her Secret Grave
I lived in a gilded cage, Liam Donovan's opulent penthouse, a testament to his success and my inescapable prison. My real life, a fierce purpose to find justice for my mother, burned deep within me, a silent ember waiting to ignite. But tonight, his return, and the sickly sweet voice of Sarah Chen, echoed through the vast space like a calculated torment. He called it marriage. I called it revenge. He brought women home, but Sarah became a constant fixture, his confidante. He paraded her, commanded me to serve them champagne, and paid me for "services rendered"โa crude hundred-dollar bill for my "trouble." Each interaction was a fresh humiliation, yet my practiced coldness, my emotionless facade, only seemed to fuel his blistering rage and Sarah's smug triumph. He saw me as a mercenary, a heartless woman who abandoned him for money. He never knew I'd secretly funneled my entire inheritance to save his failing company, anonymously donated bone marrow to save his life when he was desperately ill, or trekked alone through a blizzard to rescue him from a crashed car. Every truth, every selfless act, was twisted into a lie by Sarah, perfectly weaponized against me in his eyes. How could he be so utterly blind? How could my deep sacrifices, my desperate, enduring love, be warped into such consuming hatred? The agonizing injustice was a constant ache, a wound that never healed. I bore his cruelty silently, believing it was the only way to shield him from an unseen enemy. But the torment became unbearable, unsustainable. So I tore out my own heart, performing the ultimate act to protect him: I faked my own death. I erased Maya Rodriguez from existence, hoping he could finally be safe and truly free. But freedom, I learned, comes with a brutal price, and the path he walks now, fueled by his grief and her lies, is more dangerous than ever./0/86217/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fa7f0eeb46d3fc1509bb8830e3e3ce2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crowned By Starlight: Her Revenge Just Began
For eight years, I was Dillon Horton's loyal shadow, the woman who built her life on his whispered promises. But on my 25th birthday, he didn't bring a gift. He brought a necklace for his mistress and a credit card to pay for my own public execution. He thought pushing me down a flight of stairs and shattering my design hand would be the end of me. He was wrong. From the ashes of that night, I was reborn as "Aria," the anonymous artist who took the world by storm. Now, his empire is in ruins, and he knows the truth. He's hunting for the ghost he tried to erase, but he's about to find a queen who built her throne on the wreckage of his lies./0/83946/coverorgin.jpg?v=bfb414edc6a902f13311263c2e366707&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband's Lie
On our eighth anniversary, my husband, Ryan Lester, confessed to a "one-night stand." I forgave him, burying the deceit, clinging to the life we' d built, believing it was a drunken mistake. Two years later, his intern, Molly, walked into my favorite cafรฉ, dropped a folder filled with photos โ Ryan and Molly vacationing, celebrating milestones, and finally, a baby, his baby. "He never loved you," she whispered, his words echoing in my ears, "you were just a business arrangement." The man I' d loved, the life I' d fought for, was a meticulously crafted lie, a calculated betrayal, and still, he wouldn' t let me go, demanding I raise his secret son. That' s when I called my brother, a former Delta Force operator, and told him: "I need an exit. Make me a ghost."/0/39821/coverorgin.jpg?v=393b65337ae457c540b2c87aaf3eca72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Coco
Ailee ate her ice cream licking every bit of it and then Xavier pushed his cup infront of her. She looked confusingly at him. "Eat." "No you eat. Its yours" "Coco I don't really love it." She gasped loudly putting her hand on her mouth. "How can anyone NOT love chocolates?" she said giving him side eyes but accepted his offering nevertheless. He just shook his head watching her eat happily like a kid. โถโถโถโถโถโถโถโถโถโถ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ. ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ./0/94004/coverorgin.jpg?v=b60a667d0608e3b12330f24ff5707f8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
