روايات وقصص ضمن Best Romance Audiobooks 2024

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

“You know, when I left Havenbrook the first time, I thought love was fire. Explosive. Temporary.” “And now?” “Now I know love is water. It finds every crack. It doesn’t burn—it shapes.” Adrian turned to face her, brushing a loose curl from her cheek. “You shaped me.” “You held me while I fell apart.” “You put yourself back together.” They kissed, not hungrily, but like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like breathing. ⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark:

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

For a heartbeat, I thought she would, but then her body loosened, and her mouth parted against mine, answering. That tiny surrender wrecked me. I deepened it, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, keeping her right there, tasting the heat I knew she’d give me if I just pushed hard enough. She made a sound of half protest, half need and it was the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard. When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, staring at me like I’d just ripped the ground out from under her. Her lips were red, swollen. Her chest was rising fast.

And worse… what kind of woman hears it and feels her pulse spike instead of her pride? The city blurred past the car window now, my coffee untouched in the cup holder. Sebastian sat beside me, absorbed in something on his phone, the other hand resting casually on the armrest between us. As for me,I'm scrolling on my phone on the Good Novel App searching for my favorite novel at the moment in my library- Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire by Trendsterchum Chronicles. It's a romance novel with some high-tech or a bit of sci-fi in a few early chapters but went on as usually a romance story without the sci-fi thing after about 8 chapters of high-tech intel syndicated saga. I clicked it but m

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

That realisation terrifies me more than anything else. I’m aware of everything else. The heat. The way his thumb lingered just below my eye. The brush of his chest so close it’s impossible not to feel it. The slow, deliberate pull of his gaze down my body, the almost-painful awareness of him, right here, now. “And you’re here,” he murmurs, voice velvet and dangerous, “because I always get what I want.” My breath catches. He leans closer, slow, letting his lips hover near my ear. “Marry me, Rhea Ashford. Be my wife.”

“You want it.” Her lips parted on a shudder. “Yes.” The kiss crashed down like a storm, fierce and consuming, the culmination of every unspoken battle between them. It wasn’t gentle it was a surrender, a collision, a fire neither of them could put out. When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Grace’s whisper trembled into the dark. “You’re going to ruin me.” Damien’s voice was a vow, rough and raw. “No, Grace. I’m going to claim you.”