Affair Romance Books Novels & Stories

Why stop now? When we got back to the ranch, Ryan asked if I wanted to go horseback riding. I declined, so he headed to the studio to work on some music for the band, and I wandered into the library. It was just a small room with bookshelves on every wall and a comfortable desk and chair in the center. As for books, there was a little bit of everything, from World War II pulp fiction military novels (which I’m assuming had belonged to Ryan’s grandfather) to Jane Austen to Harold Robbins paperbacks. I went unconventional (for me) and settled on a book titled Papillon about a French safecracker in the mid 20th century who was sentenced to life on Devil’s Island. The paperback’s cover – which w

Later that night, Aki stood by the garden gate, alone, running a trembling hand through his hair. The wind was gentle, brushing the tops of the roses Cayleigh once planted herself. He could still smell the faint citrus and jasmine she used to wear, lingering like a ghost in the quiet air. Somewhere inside the estate, the lights were dimming. She was probably in bed now—alone, but not cold anymore. And that thought terrified him. He had crossed a line. Maybe not with his lips. Not with his hands. But in his heart. Because somewhere along the way, between the apologies and the silences, he had begun to fall for her.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

The sudden, unwanted arousal I feel in my jeans is a shock, a betrayal from my own body. The anger I feel at my own thoughts, the disgust at my reaction, boils over. Without thinking, I grab the back of his neck, pull his face to mine, and smash my lips against his. The kiss is a desperate, furious thing. I devour his mouth, my tongue forcing its way in. I taste alcohol, and the bitterness of my own desperation. He responds with the same energy. All I can think is that this is so wrong. I am supposed to marry his sister. But I can't stop. I am blaming it on the alcohol, but the truth is, I don’t want to stop.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

“Please, he is so kind.” “Don’t do this to me, Ava. I really don’t want to meet with anyone.” I was definitely not going to meet up with another man; I was still trying to get over Liam, and she wanted me to meet someone else? No way. Now it was all just about myself. “Aria, he is awesome and won’t even dare cross his limits. He just loves talking about books, you know… He has a thing for romance authors.” I still stood my ground.

The textbooks slid to the floor with a loud thud, but neither of us cared. He crashed his lips onto mine, and the kiss was nothing like a teacher and a student. It was hungry, arrogant, and deep. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn’t care about my grades, my parents, or the pain in my side. All I wanted was the man who was currently lifting me onto his desk, his hands moving shamelessly over my body. “Forget the book,” he whispered against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I think it’s time for a different kind of lesson.”

But she stopped talking about him after she found out about his affair with the baker's wife. Are all men unfaithful? I wondered as I locked gazes with Cosimo. He sat in front of me flashing his signature arrogant smirk. With no shame whatsoever, he eyeballed me the whole way to Porto Luce, while keeping his left arm extended on ‘Miss Top Model in Florence's’ shoulders. She was so invested in playing SweetSmash; she didn't even flinch when Cosimo adjusted his pants and re-positioned his penis. I quickly glanced away, but I could not unsee his swollen groin area.

“Touch me, and you’ll regret it!” Emily shouted, pushing away a male doctor who had tried to calm her. She screamed, “All of you just protect each other! You’re all corrupt! What’s Anna giving you in return? If you don’t let me expose her, I’ll take my son and jump from this building!” The room erupted with chatter. "Maybe she’s right. Could Dr. Miller really be in an affair?” “I don’t know, but Dr. Miller’s young to be a lead physician. I wouldn’t be shocked if she… you know, used certain ‘connections’ to get here."

I flinched back, but she kept coming, close enough that I could smell her perfume, the same one she'd worn my entire life, jasmine and something powdery, mother, close enough that I could see the individual tears catching in her wrinkles. "I didn't know about Paris," she said urgently, grasping my hands, her fingers cold and dry and familiar. "I didn't know you'd met there, that she was who you'd fallen in love with there. I thought, Stephanie told me you were just an affair. A fling. Something Xandr was doing to hurt me, the way she'd always hurt me." She was shaking my hands now, trying to make me understand, trying to make me feel what she'd felt.