Best Kindle Romance Books Novels & Stories

I sucked in my breath just by the mention of the book. I never read dark romance novels, it always grosses me out, the male lead is a pure shitty devil while female lead is always a pure kind hearted angel. The book I love to read is in which there is a bubbly bakery characters. Those kinds of books make me reach my dreamland. Dylan and me.. Oh god!! I sighed. Concentrate Naomi. I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table.

“As many as you want.” “That’s not—” “I’m serious. Go.” I moved through the narrow aisles and let my fingers trail over the spines. Some were cracked leather, others smooth paperback, the new ones still crisp and unbroken. I found myself in the romance section because of course I did. The covers were ridiculous with their shirtless men and promises of happy endings I’d stopped believing in. “These any good?” I jumped. Nate stood close enough that I caught the scent of cedar. “I don’t know. Haven’t read them yet.”

i hear a deep voice from behind me and i cringed a little I follow like a little girl from behind kyle and he led to a room,which by the looks of it,it was a study,it had a large bookcase which had a humongous bookshelf and it was all filled with books and walk towards the shelves and they were filled with literature and most were from my favorite author and the rest were Shakespeare "You like?" He asked coming close to me and the heat of us being alone in a closed room made me get wild thoughts and it was usually not my style to think of those things so i moved away

There were candles, and amazing food, and the scenery was top–notch with the water, waves, and sappy shit like that. But the main thing was the room I had booked at the resort, it was a five-star resort and the best in the area. It was one of their romance special rooms that couples usually book for their honeymoons. It was truly romantic and full of all those things that speak lovey–dovey nonsense and all that crud, things Katherine would like. Plus the room had a great view of the ocean.

I clutched the blanket and stayed still, hoping the lightning would stop and let me breathe. “What do you want to read?” He asked, wrapping his arm around me and pushing me flush against his chest. I was almost lying on top of him. He must have not seen how red my face was as he scrolled through the fiction section on Kindle. “I am not in the right position to read.” “I will read it to you.” I couldn’t miss a chance like this. “Romance,” I said in my best I-am-scared-of-lightening-please-read-me-something voice. Then added, “With some steam.”

What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.

“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?”

My eyes fluttered shut as the sensation sent a shiver through me, settling low in my stomach and making warmth spread through my body. “Anyone,” I swallowed, forcing the word out. His free hand came up to cup my breast. He squeezed my hardened nipple with a mix of roughness and care before rubbing slow circles around it. My lips parted as a moan slipped out. God, it felt so good with him. With Lee, it had always been average, but with him, it was different. Good different. Why the hell was he making me feel this way? “Let's try something crazy, kitty,” he growled against my neck.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly. "To make you sleepy," he said. I took the book from his hand and gave him a puzzled look. "From my favorite author." I looked down, and my eyes flew wide as I read the letter in the book. A romance novel by Jakara Blue. "Kim, is she a writer?" I asked, repeating each word twice before I got it perfect. I couldn't understand why I overreacted. My crazy heartbeats also added up, messing my emotion completely.