Best Murder Mystery Romance Books Novels & Stories

The spacious ballroom, well lit with chandeliers mounted high above the ceiling, fresh-scented roses on every corner, champagne flowing freely, couples in their finest swaying to the soft music, it was a magical evening for the newlyweds. But not for the mafia princess. The gods were not on her side tonight. A respectable inch set their bodies apart, yet she felt her skin prickled from his heat. Breathing had become a torture, especially with his familiar scent filling her senses. Minty and fresh. Had tasted the same on her tongue. Her stomach coiled at the memory. She gritted her teeth and looked away.

I didn't want to see that. "Make that the last fucking time or I'll string you back up like shark meat, ca-peash cabrón" Lucien snarled. They are winding each other's wheels up with this cabrón calling. "Mi amor, la princesa de la mafia.- she is an angel and deserves to be called it at any chance given" Carlos went on. "Have you two had enough yet" I cut in with annoyance. They both fell silent. Their eyes glued to each other asif silently carrying on their drama between themselves.

“And no one’s ever done it. People would be hooked. I tell them I'm doing research for my dark romance, which I am. Then I use everything in another book as well.” Jenni smirks, pushing herself up from the couch and crossing the room toward me. “I’ll give you this—it’s bold. But you’re going to get yourself killed. Who are you going to find to tell you their darkest secrets, hmm? A stalker? A murderer? A Mafia boss?” She shakes her head, chuckling. “You’re mad.” “Maybe,” I say, standing up, the spark of determination burning hotter in my chest. “But maybe madness is exactly what I need.”

It was raining again. Blinding, spume-lashed rain that screamed at the high manor windows and foamed on the candlelit pool. Detective Carrington was sitting in the parlour amidst papers, pen moving with the precision of a surgeon to cut through muscle. Shayla reclined on an arm tossed across her waist, shoulder to the hearth, eyes fixed intently on the burning whirlpool as if it might reduce the weight on her shoulders to ashes. Leya was opposite Carrington where she stood, shoulders stiffened, one fist clenched protectively around the locket clutched at her throat. The letter lay between them, yellowed folds thin and deadly.

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

BELLA Whoever said romance and disaster never mix had never really experienced both on the same day. One time I was with Adonis, wrapped in his scent. The next, I was in a hellhole, being tortured. “You do realise he’ll kill you, right?” I spat as the others walked out, leaving the scarred man, the one who’d cut the straps of my dress, to keep an eye on me. He brought the stool in front of my chair and sat with one leg over the other. Tilting his head, he scoffed, “He won’t kill me and he will give into my bargain.”

Closing the book in mid-sentence, he sat it back where it had been. “Why’d you stop?” JD demanded. “It was just getting good.” “The second scene between them is better.” Dean declared as they put the sandwich ingredients away. “Not as good as the scene between the three in the next book.” “Same couple?” JD asked as he picked up two of the plates and headed for the couch. “No, same story line but a different Omega.” She answered as she followed him with her own sandwich. “It’s actually part of murder mystery romance series.”

He looked proud and stood tall against the questioning. “No. I don’t need to. I know every crook and cranny of this hotel. I can stage a murder in this place without anyone knowing. Ms. Baxter’s disappearance is a sample. A test to see that I had not lost my touch. It was also a warning.” Bruno said, his chest puffed out a little like he was proud of the admission. Without thinking of its consequences to their deep friendship, Nico lunged at Bruno. He tackled the older man to the ground with murder in his eyes.

"Now why would you think that?" Evelyn met his eyes squarely. "For starters, the both of you once dated and you physically abused her, bad enough that you almost went to juvie. Years later, you showed up again in her life. You gave her all the hints that you still wanted her back and went ahead meeting up with her in seclusion even with the restraining order against you. From what I know, you were irritated by how tight she was with Jason. I have heard of many cases where obsessive abusive exes result in murder when they can't get back the woman they liked. If you can't have her no one else would, right? That was why you murdered her."

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