Best Mystery Romance Books Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

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(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

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Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

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"It's a good thing you're going to find out today, right?" ‎ ‎The door opened and I was immediately pushed inside the office. My gaze skidded over coquette styled book shelves, pink fluffy rug beneath classic chairs arranged at the side and a well decorated office table at the center of it all. ‎ ‎As my gaze landed on her, I shifted my cane to the other hand. This time, I was uncomfortable. "If you all react like that to my question, I'll be forced to believe that this is a cult." ‎‎She glanced through the pages of a book she picked from one of the shelves. "Won't that be a lot better?"

And maybe, though I'd never admit it out loud for the little girl with terrified eyes who'd watched her whole world burn. --- ★ Cassie's POV ★ I woke to the sound of rain against glass and the unfamiliar softness of expensive sheets. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back. Sam's threats, the desperate escape through the storm, the collision with a stranger, strong arms catching me before I fell. Rafael. I sat up slowly, my body aching from the night's ordeal. I was in a large bedroom with minimalist decor, dark woods, clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows showing a view of the city I didn't recognize.

Goosebumps erupted across my skin as the cool air hit me. "Lyra.." he whispered against my face, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol. He pressed his lips to my neck again, and my back arched off the bed involuntarily. My head pressed back into the mattress as sensations I'd never felt before coursed through me. He trailed kisses up to my face before his lips found mine. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, making my stomach flip and twist with nervous excitement. I could feel him struggling with his pants, and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I couldn't tell if I was panicking or just incredibly excited.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.