A Kiss At Midnight Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes pierced me, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Amber's lips were sweet, and her touch soothed the ache of Tasha's betrayal. For once, I let go, surrendering to the forbidden desire that had haunted me for so long. Our kiss deepened, the world around us melting away, leaving only Amber and this moment of reckless abandon. Amber's smile illuminated the darkness as she glanced at the clock, the soft glow of 12:00 AM casting an intimate ambiance. With a sly grin, she closed the windows, enveloping us in privacy.

It felt like it was still daytime with all the people still rushing about, but my watch said it was just past one in the morning. "I need to get you home before your sister kills me," Robbie said as he saw me looking at my watch. "She's going to think I'm a bad influence or something for keeping you out so late." I put my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the dark green dress shirt. He reached out and pulled me in to him, one hand behind my neck and the other on my waist. Our lips connected, sweeter than honey, and I melted into him. His kiss was gentle at first but also filled with hunger. Every fiber in my being ached to be with him, to have more than just this kis

He turned, his eyes as deep as the water, and kissed me . For a moment, I let myself forget everything but that kiss. There was no island, no flight tomorrow, no having to return home alone, just this moment wrapped up in his embrace. I knew this would never happen again, that I would never get another moment like this. Tomorrow I would go back to my life in Iowa, he would go back to his life in Dubai, and that would be the end. Our worlds were just too different for it to happen any other way. "Hey! No making out on my boat!" Robbie yelled at us. I felt the blush flare across my cheeks as Owen let me go. I looked back to see Jack giving a small golf clap, but at least Emma was passed out on

It was past midnight already so everyone was asleep, at least I wouldn’t have too much explaining to do. I pushed open her door and placed her gently on her bed. She didn’t even stir, she was a deep sleeper. As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of her slightly puckered lips and they glittered in the moonlight. Her lips were plump, soft and inviting. I tried to ignore it and leave, but I couldn’t. So I went in for a kiss, just one kiss. And I was right, her pink lips were delicious and it took me a little bit longer to break the kiss. She was my mate afterall so I did nothing wrong.

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

Toward the chance to finally live my truth. My pack was full of homophobes—men and women who despised what they couldn’t understand. People who would rather tear you down than accept your truth. I couldn't live like that. Not anymore. And then… Stanley happened. That kiss. That one kiss at the bar. It shattered every wall I had built around myself. I felt it. The pull. The connection. The undeniable spark that only a mate bond could bring. I knew he felt it too—it was written all over his face, in the way his eyes widened, the way his breath caught in his throat. He tried to hide it, but I saw it.

"Well, according to English and German folklore, the first person you encounter in the new year – and the nature of this encounter – sets the tone for the coming year. A kiss at midnight is meant to bring about a year full of successful romantic life, while no kiss..." "...a life of loneliness. Great." I frowned. No wonder I was so lonely. "Well, to be fair," Damien tilted his head, considering, "it would only be a year, not the rest of your life. According to folklore, that is." I'd had thirty-two years saying otherwise. "Are you planning on kissing me at midnight?" I asked. "Ha ha," Damien huffed quietly, rolling his eyes. "I wasn't joking," I said flatly. "I'm asking you, asshole. Unless