Contemporary Romance : top book in the genre

- "I don't know how to be your wife," I whisper, not taking my eyes off his beckoning gaze. - "Only you can do it," he replies just as quietly, and the vibration of his voice makes my heart start whirling in a wild waltz. - "By asking me to marry you, do you mean... bed?" the stupidity of my question only emphasizes my excitement. - Yes, Varya. I meant a real marriage, to share sorrows, joys and love together," Jan's breathing becomes labored, his eyes darken. It seems as if the room is spinning slowly, or the law of gravity is breaking down. - "What if... I don't want to rush into... sex?" I wrap my arms around his neck. I don't know what's happening to me, my love for him is very strange, with its own quirks. - Marry me, and I'll wait as long as it takes. Shall we take the risk together?

“You again?” he asks, unhappy. “What part of my words did you not understand?” "I have just one question for you. Tell me where Elena is!" - What? - Ruslan seemed to be surprised. - Who are you? - Kira. Elena's younger sister. I want to know where she is. - Kira?" Ruslan doesn't seem to believe me. He looks me up and down and stops at my face. “You don't look like that kid with the freckles on her nose.” “I was fifteen then,” I snort. "I want to find my sister. You're my last hope. My parents don't tell me anything about her. They don't want to remember at all. The last thing I remember before I flew to America was that she went to you.“ ”You really don't know anything?“ Ruslan's anger gives way to surprise. ”No,“ I shake my head, ”Elena died eight years ago.

- "Nastya, let's continue the deal and you can stay with me and our child. You can be my wife for as long as you want," he stares at me with his intense gaze. A man I will never be able to fully understand. His enemies claim that Circassian has no heart. This is not true. He is bossy, demanding, sometimes bloody unbearable, feared and respected, but I was allowed to see him differently. It's so unfair, he made me fall in love with him, assured me that our feelings are mutual, and for some reason, everything is still decided not by our desires, but by the terms of the agreement. I want to shout: "What do you want?" But instead, swallowing back tears, I'm going to do something he doesn't expect me to do. I have to find out if my husband is really ready to do anything for me…

The coffee shop is all I have. But today I found out that they can take it away from me too. And all because of a guy I trusted... And he set me up. Now I need to find money to pay off the loan. And everything would be fine, but the amount is extremely large for me. But when a friend offers a good way to make money, I agree without hesitation. What's wrong with that? To play the bride of a self-confident major! And to play it so that the man's family will never think of marrying him again. I will become an imperfect bride for one night only. I will get my money and Herman will get his freedom. But what happens when my game leads to a completely different outcome that neither I nor Herman expected?

— Look at me. I'm not made of steel, my girl. You can't just drive man crazy and expect me not to want to kiss you! For several days now, I've been hiding in this wilderness alone with the most attractive man I've ever seen. But I'm still terrified of intimacy. “I'm sorry for tormenting you,” I sob, staring into his incredible blue eyes. “I'm willing to wait forever. And you know why. But let me kiss you just once, and you'll see that my touch is not like that scumbag's. I'm not my brother, Nina. I would never hurt you,” he says, his breathing becoming shallow and heavy with emotion. His gaze darkens. “Okay. Close your eyes. ...I'll kiss you myself,” it will be sad if I faint in his arms, but if anyone can heal my heart, it's him... Rodion Atlas.

“I hope you're thinking about our date,” Yar's voice interrupts my thoughts. “What? No!” I blurt out and blush. I turn to the window again so that Yar doesn't see it. - I'm not going on a date with you. - Why? - he asks me directly. - You don't like me? - I do, but... I don't want to. - What a strange answer. Don't you think?" he asks me directly. The car stops in front of the gate of my house, and while we wait for it to open, Yar waits for my answer. “You don't need a girl like me,” I say, looking at my hands. "What's wrong with you? You're beautiful, smart, and kind. I can go on if you want. - No, don't! I... I... I have scars all over my body. They look terrible. - Is that the problem? Your scars?

My first love has left a bitter taste on my lips... Seven long years have passed, and I can't forget you... Your voice, your eyes, your touch - everything feels as if you are near, as if there was no gap of years between us. I'm afraid and at the same time eager to see you again. I know you hate me, and you have every right to. I betrayed you, although I realize that there was no other choice. But you don't know my biggest secret yet. Our son... who calls another man his dad. My soul has been hurting and bleeding all these years. I didn't want it to be like this, and I don't know how to fix it...

— Why did you do it? — she asks nervously. — I could ask you the same, but I won’t. Not interested. — Are you going to take everything from me? — her lips twist as if in pain. — No, I’ll return what you stole — your peace. — Peace has nothing to do with this. You came to get revenge, didn’t you? But I have to disappoint you — it won’t work, — she lifts her chin defiantly. — Revenge on the one you loved, who betrayed you? Do you think that’s enough to get your life back? — Loved?! — she shouts. — What you did says otherwise. I will never forgive you. — Good, at least our intentions align there. Any more questions, claims, accusations? — I hate you! — she hides her tear-filled eyes and storms out of the office.

Years ago, the woman he loved cheated on him with his greatest rival, and he hated her until the day his grandfather, on his deathbed, confessed that she was innocent. The guilt was overwhelming, but his world fell apart when he tried to find her and discovered that she was dead. She believed her heart would never beat for anyone again, until fate put Freya Magnar in her path; her karma made woman.

For seven years, Adhara has been preparing to reclaim what was deceitfully taken from her by Kilian, the man she loved most and who has been working like a maniac ever since she left him without explanation. What will happen when Kilian and Adhara meet again?

“You're not very good at keeping promises,” I try not to show my excitement, but it's a bit of a struggle. “Muffin...” Kir sighs heavily, piercing me with his eloquent gaze. “You no longer have the right to call me that,” I bite my trembling lip. You can't just declare two years after breaking up that your feelings haven't gone anywhere. “As the man for whom you were and will always be the only girl I love, I will do everything to get you back and be with you. And no one will dare take our happiness away from us!” With one movement, he pins me between the wall and his body. “Are you so sure that we should be together again? After everything that happened? Then you need to know the whole truth.” “You too,” Kirill snickers, and his amber eyes freeze with unyielding determination.

“You'll crave for it yourself. To be with me,” Arthur moves closer, to a dangerous degree. Authoritative, still unraveled by me. He infuriates me and attracts me at the same time. “That will never happen. I hope you are as cool in everything else and know how to take rejection with dignity. I have never liked pompous men who are used to controlling everything,” I am too stubborn to admit that lately I've been thinking about him 24/7. “So, whenever you're scared, you throw yourself at men you don't like?” He raises his eyebrow ironically. “I won't do that anymore,” I resist his crazy charisma once again. I suspect that for him it's just entertainment. And I... I'm very afraid of falling in love with him!

- "Are you used to getting everything you want? That no beauty can resist your crazy charisma?" I tremble, clenching my fists. Let him think that I'm angry with him, that I have an unbearable temper, as long as he doesn't guess how I really feel about him. - "What happened between us once means nothing to me! - "Hey, Lyubov, don't get so worked up," I get angry when Demian smiles at me like that. I'm annoyed because I'm unbearably attracted to his lips. I want him. I want him, and I'm angry at myself, at him, at the circumstances. - "That past doesn't mean anything to me either. All that matters to me is how our relationship will develop now." - "Relationship? With you? Is this some kind of new game?" I make an ironic face because I'm nervous. - "Mmm... no games, foxie.

— Didn’t know I’m a co-owner? — he’s surprised. — It’s public information. — I can leave, — I hold myself from looking down. — That’s not a problem. — It’s enough that you showed up again, — he smirks. Before me is a complete stranger. Indifferent. Cold. Only his appearance reminds me of who he once was. — If we don’t remember the past, it won’t bother us. — And can you stop remembering, Sa-sha? — I hiss through my teeth. — Yes, — there’s a tremble in my voice, but I nod firmly. — Fine, — he stands up. — Get to work, — he says, leaving me to stew in memories... They will probably never fade. I will never be able to breathe freely. I will never soar on the wings he broke...

- "Max, you can't change the terms of the contract," I exhale, switching to the first name out of fright. - "Yes, I can. You should have read the fine print more carefully. You will not repay me with money, instead you will marry me, Yanina," he says, his tone firm and his unwavering confidence in his superior gaze, while I am about to have a real breakdown. - But I'm already engaged! - You don't love him! - "I don't love you!" I choke on my emotions. - I'll fix it. My first and still the only one... he's back in my life again. I can't even imagine how you're going to fix it now... This is the second part of the dilogy.

A new city, a good job, and the absence of control—that was all I wanted. I calmed down, let the situation go, and forgot about that unpleasant incident. But as it turned out, fate had other plans. And in my case, it feels more and more like a bad joke. So what am I supposed to do now, when the man I was never able to forget is standing right in front of me? Give in—or go against it once again?

- "We can't see each other anymore," I force myself to look him in the eye. - "Because you're married?" Myron snickers. He's hot-tempered, self-confident, hot… "He doesn't deserve you, Ira..." - "That’s none of your business!" - I exhale, afraid that all my determination will evaporate and I won't be able to put an end to our romance because I'm a fool in love. - "You were just my fun little game... I don't love you, - in fact, it's the opposite, but now I'm thinking only about the two lines on the test and my husband's frightening ultimatum." - "So you don't love me?" - he touches my chin with authority, - "You're so grown up and you haven't learned to lie. Begging and going desperate are not my style. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

It is very difficult to forget your first love, no matter how hard you try. I tried to run away from these memories as far as possible. I forced myself not to think, plunged headlong into work, and even went on a few dates with a wonderful guy. But the past burst back into my life uninvited, trying to soften my petrified heart with the blue eyes of my first love. When he looks in my direction, I look away. When he smiles at me, I squeeze my lips tighter. And I'm certainly not going to talk to him. Yes, he has changed, a lot. But we all know how Ryan King knows how to put on a mask. Do you still love me, Ryan? No, I don't believe you anymore! ...But for some reason I let him kiss me again. The second part. Continuation of the book "You won, I Hate You".

I ran away from home to leave behind the pain, danger, and betrayal. Here, in Spain, I tried to build a new life—a peaceful one, without the shadows of the past. The camera in my hands became my salvation. But fate decided otherwise. It brought me back together with the man I hated and swore to stay away from. His presence destroys everything I have worked so hard to build. He is dangerous, cold, and overly confident. But every time our paths cross, I catch myself feeling my heart beat faster. And I no longer understand — is it fear or something else entirely?

One day I said "I love you" to him, and he laughed in my face, throwing a phrase that still sticks in my heart. For seven years I tried to put him out of my mind, and when I almost succeeded, my sister managed to get engaged to him. I thought he wouldn't recognize me as the ugly duckling he had rejected back then. I would never dare to interfere with my sister's happiness. On the contrary, I tried to build a relationship with someone else, but what happened a week before their wedding changed everything. I never thought that a frank conversation with my first love would lead to such unexpected consequences and that his eyes the color of a stormy sea would look at me differently...