Romance : top book in the genre

Andrew Howard, Earl of Pembroke, is one of the English peerage’s most coveted yet elusive bachelors. Rossana Lucchesi, an Italian-born noblewoman, is forced by her brother to start a new life in England. When their paths cross unexpectedly at a ball, the sparks fly... though not in the way Rossana would like. Pembroke is determined to drive the beautiful Rossana to distraction, and he is prepared to make her his countess, no matter the cost.

In the icy streets of St. Petersburg, where the echoes of the past still whisper secrets, two broken souls cross paths in an unexpected destiny. A young woman finds herself on the brink of despair, holding a baby in her arms. And a mountain of debt threatening to crush her, her future seems as bleak as the Russian winter. One fateful night, while seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, Anya Petrova is nearly run over by a luxurious car. The driver, an oil tycoon named Dimitri Volkov, is a man of power and mystery, whose presence is as imposing as that of the ancient tsars. Can Dimitri and Anya find solace in each other's arms? Or will they be dragged into the darkness of their torment?

"I want to make you an offer," Denis says suddenly. "What? Another tour?" I joke. "No. Be my wife," his expression is serious. I burst out laughing, looking into the tense eyes of my companion. "You're quite the joker, Denis." "I'm not joking," he furrows his dark brows. "Then your offer is completely out of place," I say, indignant, crossing my arms over my chest. "Wait, don’t jump to conclusions," he raises a hand. "Just hear me out. It’ll be a fake marriage. You’ll be my wife for a month, maybe two, and I’ll pay you a good sum for it." "And how much will you pay?" I ask with deep skepticism. "A hundred thousand." "Two hundred, and I’m in," I play along, curious to see how he’ll respond. "Deal," he says, sounding satisfied...

"You want to marry me off to the one who got me into this mess?" I say, unable to believe what I'm hearing. "Don't exaggerate," Mom brushes off my words. "I would've sent you to this college anyway. I didn’t have time for you." "I can’t stand him." "You were just kids back then. I’m sure you’ll find common ground now." "No. I’m not marrying him," I say firmly, trying to stand up for myself. "Nobody’s asking you," her face darkens, and all lightness vanishes from her voice. "It’s already been decided and discussed. The date’s even set. So be a good girl and do what I tell you."

"Yeva," he drawls my name painfully. "What are you doing here?" I snap, irritated, and unable to hold back, I turn around sharply. "I have to be here. I’m the owner of the gallery." The news shocks me, but I try to stay composed and not show it. "Really?" I say dryly. "I didn’t know." "You have no idea how surprised I was when I found out you were among the other artists," he says, relaxing and giving a friendly smile. "Don’t talk to me like we’re old friends," I retort, annoyed at his smug expression. "You betrayed me. You abandoned me." His smile fades, and his face pales. "I’m sorry for what I did," he starts to explain. "There was a good reason for it." "I don’t even want to hear it," I hiss angrily. "Your actions have no excuse. You didn’t even call—just sent a message."

I thought I had left the past behind. That everything remained there—the love, the betrayal, the danger. But now, I see him again...

Esther Burkett agreed to marry a man eight years older than her to keep her inheritance. Now, three years later, she’s finally coming back into her husband’s life—ready to become more than just a paper wife. Apolo Ragnar is a notorious womanizer. His favorite hobby? Sleeping with the most beautiful girls in the city. He doesn’t care about his marriage—in fact, some days he forgets about the young girl he once swore to protect. He only married her in a moment of loyalty to the man who had once been his mentor. But everything changes when the woman who’s his wife on paper… suddenly shows up in his office.

I became his property, thinking I would just work off the money I borrowed from him. But I was wrong. He claimed my heart, and his kisses became my venom. The gripping sequel to "The Serpent's Property".

Amelia lived trapped in a loveless marriage, where her husband ignored her more with each passing day. Determined to save what little remained, she began bringing him lunch at work… but the one who ended up enjoying them was William, her husband’s grumpy, millionaire boss. Two weeks later, Amelia had him sign the divorce papers without him even noticing—and then she disappeared. What she never imagined was that William had already started to feel something for her… and he was willing to move heaven and earth to find his lost little devil.

He was my first. I sold him my virginity, hoping I’d never see him again after that night. But this man decided otherwise. He’s used to getting what he wants, and now he wants me.

- What are you doing? – I exclaim in confusion, not expecting such actions from him. - Just wondering if you’re really as sweet as your last name suggests, – he whispers, leaning forward, getting closer to my lips. – And I’m dying to find out. - Better not, – I breathe out faintly. - Why? – he asks, surprised. – Are you afraid of me? He says that. The awkwardness of the situation makes me afraid to move. His closeness is both unsettling and thrilling. - Maybe, – I admit, hoping he’ll let me go.

I went through the darkness, completed all the tasks, survived. But instead of an exit - a new game. And this time I am not just a support, but a full-fledged witch who must catch demons. The world breathes the fire of the Inquisition, truths are burned along with sinners, and the System continues to keep secrets. Maybe those who hunt monsters simply do not want to see their own faces?

At my age back then, I thought I had problems. I didn’t give them much importance, but when I met him, I realized that there is always someone worse off than you. Running away from something sounds drastic, but losing two very precious things almost at the same time is horrible. Especially when one of them has been with you your whole life and is absolutely necessary. From what I can see, I’ll have to stay here for much longer, and inevitably, I will see him every day. In the mornings and at night, he will be in front of me. Perhaps I need to learn to decipher his silences and fight fire with fire. I can be stubborn too, and if necessary, I will be. © 2021 Amarok Volk. All rights reserved.

Being married to Tsar Oleg Smirnov had become a nightmare for Kristel. A young woman who was sold by her father to pay off the debt they had with the Bratva boss. She never thought she would have the courage to escape from her husband’s side and that this act would introduce her to the love of her life. Boris Volkova, a Russian mobster, millionaire, who lived in solitude, with his only companion being his dog, Gala, a greyhound, a gift from his late mother. This man did not believe in love, and he was known as the Ice Lord.

Going to the office every day had become a torture, the owner of my most forbidden fantasies is my boss, although for him I am nothing, just his secretary, I was a ghost in his life. But what was worse than that? If I couldn't even win him over, he had a high fashion supermodel for a girlfriend, I couldn't compete with her, much less think of stealing her boyfriend, it was going to be a difficult task to get him to look at me, all I have left to do is give up, although that word isn't in my dictionary, of one thing I am sure: He will be mine! No matter what it costs me.

— You’d really do anything? — he turns to me, his face unchanged after all these years. The same man. The same intensity. — Yes… If I have to, I’ll even become a killer. — Bold claim, — he smirks. — But I don’t need that kind of service. He glances at his watch. — Time’s up. Oleksandr stands. He’s ready to leave. But I grab his hand — tightly. I won’t let him walk away. I look into his eyes and whisper, trembling: — Please. Don’t go. Life has brought me face to face with Lypovskyi again. I wish I could say I never wanted to see this man again… But life didn’t ask. It forced me to come to him.

My husband cheated on me. He broke my heart, shattered my dignity, and crushed every ounce of confidence I had left. And now… he wants to take everything from me. Even my children. To stop him— I became a plaything for two.

Chaos, mess… and a little bit of madness. That’s how every morning starts in this house. Between alarm clocks that never go off, Colyn shouting “milk!” from his dinosaur crib, Cody looking for his keys with a cup of coffee in his hand (which he inevitably spills), and me… trying not to forget the backpack, the laptop, the notes… or my own sanity. I’m not sure if we’re surviving or living at full speed. But here we are. Together. Laughing, running, and loving… while we build what comes next. Because in the end, the future is made like this: With chaos, mess… and a whole lot of love.

Solomiya: I have ten days to seduce him. If I fail… my family loses everything. This isn’t a game. It’s a sacrifice I have to make. I have no choice. Yuriy: All I want is ten days away from everything. That’s why I came to the Carpathians. Peace. Silence. But now this stubborn, irritating girl shows up out of nowhere. What does she want from me?

— I won’t let you go, — he says calmly. — This marriage is convenient for me… Margarita, stop the drama and accept your fate. — Herman, I don’t love you, — I snap. — And I won’t accept it. Every single day, I’ll remind you of that until you beg for a divorce. I’ll drive you mad—until your hands and legs start twitching. — You say you don’t love me, yet you kissed me—passionately—both then and now, — he smirks, gathering his lips in that wicked smile. Then he lifts my chin with his fingers. And that touch… it shoots straight through me. Betraying shivers. Pleasure I hate to feel. — Those kisses were mistakes, — I whisper. — I don’t think so...