Romans & histoires Adventure Books For Men

AVA’S POV After the grand walk-in of those men in tailored suits with their leader, Vincenzo, who had me on chokehold, not because of his handsomeness, but because of the aura emitting from him, everything changed. It screamed danger so much that ice slashed down my spine at any given chance. And his soulless eyes? It was everything I wasn’t. Cold. Calm. Domineering. Dark and menacing. I almost melted under his scrutinizing gaze and the second he turned on his heels and disappeared down the hallway, I was finally able to breathe again.

"The really trashy ones with shirtless men on the covers and plots that make no logical sense." "Why is that embarrassing?" "Because they're ridiculous. The heroes are always billionaires or dukes or Navy SEALs who are mysteriously available and emotionally articulate." "And you don't think that exists in real life?" "I think real life is messier. More complicated. Real men have baggage and communication issues and don't always know the right thing to say." Something flickered across his face. "Speaking from experience?" I took a long sip of wine. "Maybe." "The Italian man?" I nearly choked. "What?"

It was always worse when she came home. She closed her eyes and let the familiar fantasy take over. Kai. Forty-five years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet, dangerous kind of handsomeness that had ruined her for boys her own age. In her mind he wasn’t gentle. He never was. He had her bent over the edge of this same bed, one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind. Thick. Stretching her open with every deep, merciless thrust. She could almost hear the wet sound of her pussy taking him, almost feel the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E