Workplace Romance

He was a man who could control everything—himself, others, even the air around him. Until she appeared. No questions. No explanations. Just—close. Too close. In her eyes—a challenge. In her presence—a forbidden thrill. What began as a game turned into a habit. And then—into the point of no return. This is a story of power that seeps through the body. Of desire that never asks for permission. Of passion that corrodes everything it touches—trust, reputation, boundaries. A connection neither of them planned, yet neither could resist. Here, there are no right choices. Only a tension sharp enough to cut through everything. But even the fiercest longing can’t save you when the question comes: Who are you without your power? Sometimes, to remain yourself, you must let go of the one you crav

Even the sweetest, most loving housewife can go full Mata Hari — if she suspects her husband is cheating. One moment, Varvara was the perfect wife and mom. The next? A one-woman hurricane with a plan. And her brilliant scheme? It accidentally blows up in the face of her new boss. Tall. Single. Infuriating. And now stuck with her — the walking embodiment of chaos in heels. Let the office games begin.

Amid the crowd, I saw him again. The one who gave me goosebumps the moment we arrived. Our eyes locked once more. -…You can have any man you want, - my friend’s voice whispered in my ear. - Any man I want… - I repeated sweetly. - Of course… - At least that one, - I nodded, pointing to the man whose gaze was fixed on me. Only then did my friend follow my glance, turning back with wide eyes and a sharp expression: - Taya, no! - Yesss, - I purred softly, sipping my champagne. - No, no, no! That’s Domansky! - she tried to warn me, but her words didn’t reach me — his gaze had already captured me. - Domansky, you say? - I squinted and smiled. And just like that, I willingly walked right into the jaws of this beast...

My name is Esmina and I am a new necromancer in the magical crimes investigation department. My colleagues have bet on me. And now one of them calls me "Violet" and wants to drive me to a nervous breakdown. And the other one can't touch anyone but me, and therefore persistently seeks to win my heart. All that remains is to sort out the feelings and find the criminal among all the intrigues.

All elven girls are cold, flawless beauties who easily break hearts? Well, I’m living proof of the opposite — or maybe just a defective elf? Extra weight? Check. Scheming relatives who want me dead for my father's inheritance? Got them too. And to top it all off — a cheating fiancé. But I’m not about to play the victim. After all, I am an elf! And I didn’t study at the Academy of Magic for nothing. In this story you’ll find: a plus-size elven girl who’s anything but typical; a treacherous fiancé with a hidden agenda; murderous relatives vying for an inheritance; an insufferable (yet irresistibly attractive) partner; a magical mystery to unravel; a journey from ugly duckling to graceful swan; adventure, secrets, and just the right touch of humor.

My name is Sasha, and my profession is anything but ordinary. But to me, there’s something undeniably romantic about it. After all, not every job comes with a rush of adrenaline, unexpected adventures, and—let’s be honest—a few extra zeros in the bank account. Some call me a con artist. Others say I’m a swindler. A few even think of me as a private detective. Me? I just do what my clients ask. In my mind, I’m a huntress of secrets—a collector of dirty truths. My clients range from suspicious wives and ruthless businessmen to jealous husbands willing to pay for round-the-clock surveillance. But one particular job turned my world upside down. Because on that case… I met Him.

— Why don't you give me a massage, Liz! I flinch at such familiarity and look directly at my boss. — I... I... I am a highly qualified specialist with higher education... I have a red diploma and it certainly wasn't awarded for massage skills. I offer you complete subordination... at work... making coffee, taking overtime. — Yes, yes, that will all happen, — an emotion unfamiliar to me freezes on his handsome face, and his lips spread into a subtle smile. — But right now I want a massage. Start with the shoulders. *** I broke our Beast's, I mean Boss's, expensive phone. And because of such a trifle, I found myself completely at his mercy.

Alexandra thought it was just one wild night—a reckless escape in the neon glow of a nightclub. But she had no idea how deeply that moment would cut into her heart. One impulsive choice. One stolen embrace. And suddenly, the past she was trying to forget came crashing back— her fiancé’s betrayal still raw, the wounds not yet healed. Now, caught between desire and doubt, trust and pain, Alexandra must decide if she’s brave enough to risk her heart again. Because some nights change everything.

— You’re fired, — his voice cuts through the air. — And not just fired. With the kind of reference I’ll give you, you’ll be lucky to land a job as a street cleanerю. He turns and walks away. I freeze. My insides go cold. — No! — I jump up from my knees and run after him. — Mr. Anton Oleksandrovych, please don’t fire me! I’ll do anything! Anything—just don’t let me go! I cling to the sleeve of his shirt, stretched over his strong frame. He stops, frowns, and mutters: — Anything? His gaze drops slowly over my body, unsettling. Intense. — Anything at all? I nod desperately. I mixed up the gift bags… and instead of a proper present, my boss handed his business partner a sex toy. From an actual adult store.

Jenna Varlay has harbored a platonic crush on Nikolai Hackett, her brother’s best friend. One night, in the midst of a drunken moment, she decides to confess her love, only to see him kissing another woman. In that instant, she chooses to hold back and keep her feelings to herself. Years later, at Nikolai’s wedding, Jenna can’t help but think that the slightest hope of being with him will be buried forever once he accepts that woman as his wife. However, the bride never arrives, and Jenna begins to wonder if this is a sign to take advantage of Niko’s sudden singlehood. Following the words of her friend, “now or never,” she will try to win over her platonic love, determined not to give up along the way.

How do you piece yourself back together after betrayal and force a smile through the tears?** Life has thrown a difficult challenge my way, but I wouldn’t be myself if I couldn’t rise again. My past is gone — all that’s left is me and the present moment. A new country and a new job — that’s exactly what I need right now. And maybe… a new love? Will I be able to feel that beautiful emotion again and entrust my fragile soul to a man who drives me crazy? Only our willingness to trust each other will decide everything.

Vivien can’t stand romantic relationships: she’s all about no-strings-attached fun. So when she spots a handsome guy at the bar, she doesn’t think twice about giving him one wild night. What she didn’t expect? To see him again months later… as her new coworker on a major project. And it only gets worse. Clark turns out to be everything Vivien hates: rich, arrogant, and way too intense...in every sense of the word. “The moment I saw you, I knew you’d be mine, Vivien.” She runs from commitment. He’s looking for something real. Will they find a middle ground… or burn in the fire they’ve started? BOOK 1 in the “LOVE ME” serie. Each book can be read as a standalone.