Age Gap Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

” I said in one breath and they all looked reluctant. “I’m not a spy or anything ladies, I just want to listen to the full story. I'm intrigued and you do not leave such an interesting story unfinished. It's not fair!” I had a visible pout on my lips and I wasn't ashamed of it. I needed to hear this. “So why did you say they couldn't fuck? Is Axel celibate or something?” my eyes were sparkling with curiosity and they all smiled as Hailey pulled me into the circle. “Celibate? Do you honestly think a man as rich and attractive as our boss would ever choose to be celibate?” The group erupted in laughter, and I couldn't help but smile awkwardly, glancing at her with a mix of curiosity and antici

she said and I burst into laughter. "Are you kidding me!" "Why? Is it funny?" She asked. "Of course it is, I mean how could you think of something so impossible" I said. "Why is it impossible?" "Well...... I....... I am just 30 and Emma is like 36" "Age doesn't matter, perhaps the age difference isn't much" Jasmine said. "Well..... She's not my kind of girl" I said and she laughed. "And who is your kind of girl?" She asked.

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

"Good because you've drove me crazy since I first laid eyes on you." He replies. "Really?" I ask. "Yeah, coffee shop? Black limo?" He asks. I laugh. "That was you?" "Guilty!" He grins. "I'm 5 years older than you." I reply. "Damn that's even hotter!" He smirks. "Get serious!" I demand. "Oh, I'm dead serious. I don’t like immature girls. I want a sophisticated woman!" He explains.

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”

Ada asked with a smirk on her face as they drove home. Andrew turned to her, it was a genuine question. Was she really comfortable discussing that with him, given their age difference? “Well, to be honest, your boobs are pretty, the details around the nipples are my favorite part. And all I could imagine was touching it. I wanted to feel it.” He answered without holding back. At this point, what was the worst she could do? Ada smiled widely before looking forward to the road. Andrew swallowed hard and turned back to the road as well, however he didn't expect her next question.

“For you.” “Romantic.” He kissed her slow, one hand tangled in her hair, the other cradling her thigh. They stayed that way until the fire crackled low and her dad’s footsteps creaked upstairs.And in those quiet minutes, they remembered something that distance had tried to blur. They weren’t just the girl waiting at home and the boy chasing a dream three hours away. They were Harper and Jaxon. Imperfect. In love. Still choosing each other. Chapter Ninety-Five: New Year's Proposal

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”