Novel & Cerita Adult Paranormal Romance

The rain-slicked streets of Boston mirrored the perpetual gray that had settled over Francis Thorne's soul. He had never been the sort of man who expected surprises, at least, not the good kind. At thirty-four, he had learned the hard way that life rarely offered sweetness without hiding a blade behind its back. After discovering his ex-wife’s affair, he expected nothing from women but polished lies and hidden agendas. Then he saw Elina through the fogged window of La Fleur de Sel bakery.

he murmured, his lips grazing mine, “you won’t run. I will show you what it means to burn alive, my love.” Heat exploded through my body, and I woke up shaking and breathless, my heart pounding with a bond that felt so close I swore he could hear it too. And somewhere across the mountains…I felt him moving closer. _________________________ Fenric POV Near the Nightfall Range I woke with a snarl tearing out of my throat. Her scent clung to my skin. Warm. Soft. Shadow-kissed. A whisper of her power still hummed against my lips from the dream where I touched her… where she touched me.

“I’m Madame Humphrey. Welcome to my shop! Can I help you find something?” “Um.” Kylee glanced at Price and echoed his question. “I’m not sure. What kind of shop is this?” “This is a spiritual shop, my dear.” “What?” Price jerked backwards, hitting his ribs on the corner of the glass countertop. “What do you mean?” Kylee asked. “Like, religion?” Price’s eyes were wide with what Kylee could only assume was fear. “Or, like, the occult?” Madame Humphrey laughed. “Not the occult. Spiritualism is a gathering of all beliefs. All the good that can be found in religions around the world.”

1 MARIANA I wiped my hands on my apron, glancing out the window of my little bookshop. The late afternoon sun bathed the streets of Mexico City in a warm, golden light, making everything seem peaceful. But peace felt far away from me these days. Lately, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me, lurking just out of sight. Maybe it was my imagination. My shop wasn’t exactly a bustling place—just a quiet corner where people occasionally wandered in looking for something old and forgotten.

And discussing the book. "So it didn't belong to my family at all?" she asked one more time. "Sorry." He grinned. "But it did lead you to me." "In a strange way, yes." She took a tiny swallow of wine. "I've been making up paranormal romances for as long as I can remember. I was kind of hoping my ideas had roots in my history." "Maybe those ideas are what allowed you to be ready for me," he pointed out. She licked a stray drop of wine from her lip, a swipe of her tongue that made his cock swell and send him messages.

She imagined he was here right now, his coal eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he chuckled to himself at her pathetic frail efforts to escape his immortal clutches. The girl's limbs gave up beneath her from exhaustion, she laid on the wet grass on her side her hands wrapped protectively around her protruding stomach as weariness spread throughout her body. Suddenly, she could feel the ache in every muscle including her eyes. She couldn't keep her eyelids open they felt like lead. As blackness swallowed her, her last conscious thought was that..... This could be one of his mind games

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

Nerves tangled in my belly as I wandered to Lucas’s sitting room and laid the pages out on the table. The first was a brief introduction to Akard—an underground, human-hunting organization meant to target supernatural creatures for biological experimentation. Beneath the brief description were the words, “Main targets: werewolves.” I squinted at the pages, confused. I thought the papers I’d been given had something to do with the attack on my family. Why would Brigid want me to read this? A chill walked up my spine like the cold, leggy slither of a centipede.

What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.