Award Winning Romance Novels & Stories

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Perhaps she would fall for him if he spoke to her more gently. He had mentioned clearly to Sean that this was a fair and square competition. Since that was that case, he needed to let Christina know about his feelings. He planned to confess to her officially. Matthew understood women loved the idea of romance. Perhaps she might agree to go out with him if he managed to tug her heartstrings. He reserved an entire luxurious restaurant and filled the venue with fresh flowers and balloons. He then brought her over for dinner. Upon arriving at the scene, Christina discovered his intention. The sight of the candlelight dinner reminded her of Michael. Back then, he had used this trick to win over h

When they announced her award, she understood what was going on and why they were giving it to her. “We’re now onto the award for creative marketing for our community by a woman. Juliette Barron, also known as A. K. Crusader, has now written her fifth novel about us and expounded the good and the bad of men and women of our community in fictional stories. Normally that wouldn’t warrant any recognition, but the redeeming quality of the people within her stories leave our community looking better and more attractive to new members moving their homes and businesses here. She leaves her readers believing that we are open to welcome others who are different to us. That we can grow and develop an

And the minute I dragged it inside and opened the lid, I knew I was right. Because this wasn’t just a PR package. It was a couple’s PR package. Luxe Amor was one of the hottest brands right now — high-end home goods and lifestyle products designed for the kind of aspirational couples everyone envied. The ones with curated homes and cozy, perfect lives. The ones who made love look effortless and beautiful. The campaign was all about romance. Cozy nights in. Beautifully styled moments that felt real but were polished to perfection. The perfect picture of love.

“You?” “83,” she said as she moved to look at the awards. Turning to the table, I peered at the various awards, which went from last place to first place: a gift basket for two, two $50 gift cards to the local cafe, two free movie theater tickets, a $200 limit at one of the fancier restaurants in town, and finally, a free all-inclusive date night at the planetarium. “Looks like the organizers are really playing up the whole date thing this year,” Tina mused, scratching her head as she looked at all of the very couple-friendly awards. “Each award has a male and female winner, so I guess they either have to split it or go together.”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

' 'Well, I promise you, I won't be impulsive next time. 'How lovely.' Ethan Wharton smiled in a low voice and gently kissed Kristen Oliver's red lips. The news suppressed the gun thing, and there was no report at all. And Kristen Oliver's announcement is back on track, and there is good news. The new drama has been shortlisted for the best ratings, and she has also been shortlisted for the top three in Hundred Flowers Award and is expected to win the championship. Because the last award was finally announced by Ran Peipei, Kristen Oliver didn't expect much this time.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.