Novels by Sherina Dhanoewinoto

Alexandra Rossi.I am utterly, completely lost.For a moment, the world goes dark, and I surrender to it, savoring every point of contact where Antonio’s hands claim my skin. My breath comes in ragged gasps, keeping frantic pace with the desire clawing its way up my throat, demanding release.And once again, he pulls away.This time, my own hands fly up, fists closing tightly around the crisp linen of his shirt collar, anchoring him as I try to steady my insane, panting breaths.“You…!” I choke out.“Do you want me to finish this right here, Alexa?” His challenge is a low, dangerous rumble.“You bastard—“His lips are on mine again, cutting off my curse with a searing kiss that steals what little air I have left. Then his mouth is at my ear, his whisper a hot, gravelly promise that coils deep in my belly.“I want more from this than just a touch, Alexa,” he growls into the sensitive shell.I swallow hard, trying to moisten my parched throat. My heart is a wild, caged thing beating aga

Alexandra Rossi“A-Antonio?”His name was nothing more than a stunned whisper on my lips. I couldn’t process his sudden presence—the reality of him—until his warm hand closed around my arm, pulling me into the solid wall of his chest. With one decisive step, he swept me away from Tristan and Isabella, his movement fluid and absolute.The sharp, elegant lines of his face held me captive. His gaze was a winter storm—cold, penetrating, and utterly mesmerizing. I was rendered speechless.“Are you planning to stare at me all night, Alexa?”His voice, now a low command, startled me back to myself. I realized we were already in the deserted corridor outside the performance hall. My arm slipped from his grasp, but the freedom was fleeting. In an instant, his hand reclaimed mine, pushing me back with a controlled force until my shoulders met the unyielding wall. Our faces were now inches apart.His warm breath fanned across my skin, mingling with my own short, frantic gasps. The frantic rhythm

Alexandra Rossi.I started today with mixed feelings.There was anger, disappointment, frustration, and disbelief that I’d been toyed with by a jerk like Tristan all this time.My years of devotion and willingness to give up my career as a professional sommelier were repaid with betrayal from the moment we met.However, all these facts also answered all my questions from the past.They also explained why I hadn’t gotten pregnant despite our frequent intimate encounters almost every night.“What’s for breakfast today, honey?”I was interrupted when I heard Tristan’s voice and felt his arms wrap around my waist.Tristan even buried his face in the crook of my neck. He was breathing there, sending shivers down my spine.My entire body froze; my heart raced, and I hated the warmth spreading through me from his touch.I hated how my body was still enjoying Tristan's touch right now, so much so that without realizing it, tears streamed down my face and a sob escaped my lips."Honey? Are you

Alexandra Rossi.I don’t know what happened after our passionate encounter this morning.But it feels like déjà vu.I woke up after sunset, the room silent and tidy.I blinked.I tried to remember everything that had happened with Tristan this morning.His touch, his kisses, even his suppressed growls during our lovemaking were still vividly etched in my mind.But now, there was no trace of our passion left.Just me.Me, naked and shivering, with bruises on several parts of my body.“What is this…?”I stood frozen in front of the mirror.I let my body remain exposed as I counted and examined the bruises, realizing that their locations matched where Tristan had kissed me and left his marks of love this morning.“Why?” I whispered, touching each bruise one by one.The night breeze blowing through the balcony door’s crack touched my skin, sending chills down my spine.I pulled the thick blanket over my naked body to warm myself as quickly as possible, then stepped out to the balcony to c

Alexandra Rossi.Everything felt dark and painful.I was supposed to celebrate Tristan’s birthday tonight with a cake I baked and his favorite foods, which I had been cooking since the afternoon.We were supposed to talk and blow out the candles together while praying for Tristan’s new year of maturity.I should have been doing all that tonight, but once again, I had to swallow the bitter pill when Tristan broke his promise.“You’ll come home early tonight, right?”I asked him this morning, hoping he would come home early and skip the nightclub party at the luxurious hotel, just this once, after two years.“What’s wrong?”Tristan asked, his cold gaze piercing my heart like an icy glacier, leaving me breathless.“Today...it’s your birthday,” I replied, lowering my head.“So?” Tristan raised his voice.He strolled toward me and hissed loudly into my ear.“I have no intention of celebrating anything with you tonight, Alexa!” Tristan snapped. “Not tonight or any night after this!”Tears w