Age Gap Romance Novels Novels & Stories

- I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER BOOK 1 (23,300 READERS) - ENDLESSLY MINE BOOK 2 (5200 READERS) -INFINITELY OURS BOOK 3 ( 484 READERS) **SAGA ROMANCE (passion, romance, temptations and a man determined to do everything for the woman he loves). -WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR HEART BEHIND BOOK 1 (3500 readers) -MY HEART WILL BE YOURS BOOK 2 (2000 readers) **BOOKS THAT GOODNOVEL HAS UPLOADED TO A****N KINDLE**. -I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER - ENDLESSLY MINE - INFINITELY OURS

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

“These for bookings?” She popped her gum, smirked. “Yeah. Whatever you’re into.” A wild thought sparked, reckless, perfect. I leaned in, lowered my voice. “Do you have lesbians?” Her smirk widened. “As many as you want.” I flipped through the booklet, heart kicking. Faces blurred until one stopped me cold, a blonde, 28, green eyes sharp enough to cut, lips full, body lean and strong. Amanda. Ten years older than me. I liked that. I love her body shape.

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Unable to fight the pull between us any longer, I crossed the distance in two quick steps and threw myself into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, one arm circling my waist while the other rested securely against my back. A soft laugh escaped me as he steadied us, his forehead brushing mine before our lips finally met. The kiss started slow, almost hesitant, but months of longing quickly took over. Every kiss became deeper than the last, each one carrying everything we hadn’t been able to say. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, refusing to let him go.

asked Bastian. "No, you don't. Well, I believe you; it's just that you don't seem like my type. I usually like clean men, even though I often nag my brother if his beard is full of hair. I can't possibly fall in love with you." "Your words make my heart hurt a little. But it doesn't matter, because I don't care about my appearance these days," Bastian replied. "And how long have we been married?" asked Renata. "Soon it will be our fifth anniversary. And we already have a beautiful daughter named Ariana, who is three years old," said Bastian.

"Yes. I asked his age earlier. You know me, right? Anything I want to know, I ask directly to the person concerned. Including Thomas's age and what his intentions are towards you." No, she didn't. Olive didn't care what her mother said. What mattered in her mind ... was their difference? Oh my God! Fourteen years? That's like the title of a romance novel! Fourteen years apart is sexy! Argh!!! Their age is not a sexy thing to talk about in a romance story! "We're far apart in age, Mi." "You see, it is. You didn't realize?"