Best New Paranormal Romance Books Novels & Stories

Just in case. I sniff the air, slow and deep, drawing in the scents drifting from the newcomer like tendrils of smoke. Vampire. Werewolf. Elf. And underneath it—something stranger. A faint trace of amber and myrrh… like a summoning. Someone’s been tagged by a witch or wizard recently. Nothing unusual for a place like this. The Grit draws all kinds. But still… something feels off. I close my eyes for a beat, tuning out the sharp tang of alcohol, the muddled perfume of sweat and gunpowder, the fried food and stale leather that hang in the air.

SOMETHING STRANGE IS HAPPENING IN THE WEREWOLF COMMUNITY. THERE HAVE BEEN REPORTS OF ATTACKS ON FAMILIES WITH UNUSUAL ABILITIES - HEALERS, SEERS, WOLVES WITH RARE GIFTS. THE ATTACKS ALWAYS SEEM RANDOM, BUT I'M STARTING TO WONDER IF THERE'S A PATTERN WE'RE NOT SEEING. My blood ran cold. Seraphina had been aware of the attacks on special bloodlines, just like I had learned from the library books. I continued reading, my heart racing as I realized that Seraphina had been investigating the same conspiracy that had killed my parents.

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For me. “There you are,” I breathed, stepping closer. The book pulsed under my touch like a living heart. My pulse aligned with it. My vision sharpened, then tunneled, and locked onto the pages like fate. The grimoire flipped open on its own to a page inked with a sigil of tearing shadows and spirals of glyphs that felt older than the pack, older than wolves, older than gods. A curse. One meant to unravel a Luna. To hollow her out. To break her spirit. To destroy her bond. To steal her crown.

The familiar scent of aged paper and ink filled my lungs—a welcome home of sorts. Without a specific volume in mind, I figured it would be best to just browse through until I saw something that sounded like it would help. Trailing my fingers along the spines as I looked, the familiar leather a comfort, I stopped on a book titled "A Kingdom from Ash: The Ashbourne Reign." I slid it off the shelf, cradling its weight in my arms as I continued my search. By the time I’d looked over all the shelves, I added three more books to my pile—"A Compendium of Bonding," "The Moon Goddess’s Blessed," and "Vampires: Blood and Legend."

“No, she can help you. She has a matchmaking business. The Paranormal Dating Agency. They’re shifters. Hot shifters.” “Really? But—” “Wait. What about Tom?” Aurelis asked. Gerri frowned. “You are seeing someone?” Dani groaned. “Only in his mind. We’ve gone to some local events in a group and somehow he’s now under the impression we’d make a great match.” She frowned. “I disagree.” Aurelis grinned. “He’s very persistent.” Dani pursed her lips. “I keep rejecting him and he keeps coming back for more. I think he’s a masochist. Gerri, I don’t know—”

Another, horrifyingly, had both. I picked one up, read the title, and groaned. LUNA’S BARGAIN: FATED TO THE ALPHA. “Bailey,” I said carefully, “why are all of these?” “Masterpieces,” she finished. “Questionable,” I countered. Bailey waved her hand. “You’re going to love them.” “I like romance,” I said. “Not… paranormal wolf erotica.” Bailey’s eyes glittered. “That’s what you think.” Before I could respond, she tilted her head slightly, just slightly and her gaze drifted toward my front door like she’d heard something. I frowned. “What?”

She was still scared, and they were obviously unbalanced, but she didn’t have the same level of fear with these six that she experienced when she was near Douglas, and she wasn’t feeling it was as urgent to escape as she had upon overhearing their plans for her last night. “I assume we’ll have to show you to prove it to you.” Eamon was one who spoke, stepping forward as he did so. He cupped his hands together, and a moment later, a glowing purple orb appeared between them. As he stretched out his hands, it grew larger, crackling with energy that made the hairs on the back of her neck stiffen and sent nausea racing up her esophagus. “I’m heir-apparent to the McCrory Coven, and we control the

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

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