Best Modern Romance Authors Novels & Stories

reveals the history of the most terrible necromancer of all time. Silvia Liam is an author of twenty romance fantasy novels both in Russian and English languages. Writing has always been her passion. She enjoys creating romantic stories featuring sweet sensual and passionate characters. Her career as an author started when she was twenty-five years old. Now her books have more than 150 000 reads world-wide. She is married and has two amazing daughters.

I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels. I'm on D****e with a very popular story: My Teacher, My Mate You can search for me under Molly Chu or the title above. I'm on W*****d under my new pseudonim: Kat James I've won prizes for my works on other websites and been offered to ghost write for a well-known, published books in hardback and softback, and so this might be my last novel on here and it's actually getting offers elsewhere so I might move over to another platform soon and finish this novel on there because I highly doubt they will let me have this or any other novel aside from Middle Land as "completed" because they would have to actually pay me.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

The century-old hotel on the brink of bankruptcy reopened with a completely new look under my stewardship and quickly become one of Europe’s hottest new vacation spots. A renowned travel magazine even described my methods as “the Midas’ touch to make miracles out of decay”, giving the hotel its highest rating of the year. The hotel’s success gave me the sense of serenity and satisfaction I had been missing for so long. One afternoon, I was patrolling the hotel as usual when the revolving doors suddenly swung violently. Someone rushed in. “Zoe Dawn!” I looked up and froze. It was Summer, her pregnant belly enormous now. She looked haggard, but her eyes were full of manic hatred. “I knew it, I

He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion. He collapsed beside me, panting. I lay there catching my breath, every nerve still buzzing. Damn. He was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient boss—the one who always saw me as just the secretary in corporate suits—would fuck me like this. And I already knew I wanted more. I caught him staring, and a soft smile curved my lips. “You fuck real good,” I whispered, still panting. He smirked, his gaze shamelessly glued to my chest. His hand slid over and closed arou

Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."