The first time Stephanie Ivan tried to stop loving Myra Russo... she lasted three days. That should've been her warning. Because loving Myra was never soft. Never safe. And definitely never meant for someone like Stephanie. She was just a middle-class girl with strict, suffocating parents and a future that had already been decided for her. No risks. No mistakes. No secrets. Then she met Myra Russo. Rich. Untouchable. Dangerous in the quietest way. A girl who lived in a world where million-dollar gifts meant nothing, where dreams were granted with a whisper, and where power moved silently behind closed doors. Stephanie knew she didn't belong there. But Myra kept pulling her in anyway. And when Stephanie offhandedly confessed her dream of studying Anatomy in one of the most prestigious institutions in Russia... it came true. No explanation. No name. No way out. Now she's trapped between two lives one where love like hers could destroy her family... and another where walking away from Myra might destroy her. Because Myra doesn't chase. She doesn't beg. She doesn't even ask. She just chooses. And once a Russo chooses you... you don't leave. Not clean. Not whole. Not ever.

La vida de Dominic, una de las mejores jugadoras de hockey, se fue a la mierda mucho antes de llegar a la cima de su carrera; la gente en redes sociales no la quiere ver, sigue enamorada de la exnovia, la expulsaron del equipo y su rival fue aceptada en el mismo. ¿Pero qué es lo que pasa cuando la vida decide darle una segunda oportunidad? No cometer los mismos errores, ese es su único trabajo. Aunque claro, es más fácil decirlo que hacerlo. Una jugadora amante de hacer enojar a su competencia, un amor que no debería de estar ahí, celos, inseguridades, pero sobre todo, el peso de un pasado que no está cerrado.

Vivian Vox has never believed in coincidence. At thirty-two, she has everything power, wealth, influence. People move when she speaks. Doors open before she reaches them. Control has always come easily. Then she meets Skylar Grey. Ten years younger, stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely unimpressed by her, Skylar is everything Vivian isn't prepared for. What begins as an impossible attraction becomes something far more dangerous: love. The kind that consumes. The kind that changes people. The kind that hurts. Now married, they're building a life together but love isn't always enough. Secrets, fear, family expectations, and impossible choices threaten to pull them apart. Because Skylar Grey has never stopped fighting. And Vivian Vox has never learned how to let go. In the end, the question isn't whether they love each other. It's whether love will be enough to survive everything they've become.

Kylie Ferreira tiene belleza, talento y éxito, pero no controla su propia vida. Naomi Becker, joven CEO implacable, entra en su mundo y despierta deseo y obsesión prohibidos. Entre lujo, poder y secretos, amar puede ser su mayor riesgo... y su perdición.

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

A young woman, Willow, is struggling to make ends meet and finds herself back on the corners of New York. She, her luck and maybe even good karma, finds relief in the safety of a rich heiress, Jun, who is immediately fond of her from a previous encounter. Jun gives Willow everything she thinks she could ever want and more but like they say, 'even money can't buy happiness'. Clear differences in social life and personal lives enter themselves and cause shifts in their potential relationship. ~OhShesGay

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

Victoria Sanders no ruega. No desde hace diez años. No desde que aprendió que el corazón es un lujo que no puede permitirse volver a entregar. Desde entonces construyó un imperio, una reputación, y una distancia perfecta de todo lo que pudiera volver a hacerle daño. Hasta ella. Catalina Sandoval. No viene a conquistar nada. Viene a sobrevivir, a ser la asistente perfecta de la mujer más difícil de la industria, y a no sentir absolutamente nada fuera de lo estrictamente necesario. Las dos fallan en lo mismo. Una mujer que olvidó cómo elegir. Una chica que nunca esperó ser elegida. Una historia sobre lo que pasa cuando el control se rompe desde adentro.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.