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His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

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.

I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

Jeanna commented. "That’s more often said about parents and children," Linda corrected gently, her role as a senior secretary making her quick to ensure accuracy. "Right, I meant that the best kind of romance is one that grows over time and endures into old age." Jeanna rolled her eyes. Compared to Cedric, Austin seemed like the more dependable type. After all, if not for his timely intervention years ago, Sophie might not have survived. The idea of repaying a life-saving debt with romance might seem cliché, but it did paint a pretty picture.

“Deeper, captain. Show me why you’re the best on the ice.” Jax laughed breathlessly, angling to hit my prostate dead-on. “Because I always win. Even when I’m balls-deep in my biggest rival.” He reached around and stroked me in time with his thrusts. “You gonna come on my cock? Paint the shower floor while I breed you?” I moaned loud, body tightening. “Keep talking like that and I will. Tell me how much you love fucking me.” “Love it,” he panted, pace turning brutal. “Love how you moan my name. Love how your hole grips me. Been dreaming about this… hate-fucking you until you admit you’re mine.”

“Just like that... fuck, your mouth is heaven.” He came down her throat, holding her hair tenderly. By dawn, they lay entwined, exhausted, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing her spine. “Was it good for you, Aneet? Your first time?” She looked up at him, eyes shining. “It was everything. I love you," she murmured. "I love you too," he replied, kissing her forehead. The hotel room held their secrets, a sanctuary of firsts and forever.

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

The myths, the doomed romances, the paintings of lovers, he lit up. "You," I teased, "are a hopeless romantic. A total sucker for love." He didn't even bother denying it. "Firm believer. Always have been. Romeo and Juliet was my favorite for years. Right up until I read Pride and Prejudice and it knocked it off the top spot." "Some lucky woman is going to get a great boyfriend in you one day." He smiled at that, then tilted his head at me. "Romeo and Juliet, was it worth it, in your opinion?"