Best Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

I love you. The realization is embarrassing enough. The fact that I almost say it aloud is worse. Damien hums. That soft, pleased sound he makes when he’s happy. My stomach promptly betrays me. “Those might be my favourite words.” I close my eyes. “Damien.” “Come home soon.” His voice turns impossibly sweeter. “I miss my wife.” Heat rushes into my cheeks. Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. “You saw me this morning.” “And?” His tone is genuinely offended. “I’ve suffered terribly since then.”

Aviana stopped by a charming bookstore that had caught her eye earlier in the day. "I can't resist a good bookstore," she confessed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Ethan grinned. "Well, I can't resist a chance to indulge you, my bookworm." They entered the store and spent delightful hours exploring the shelves, picking out books for each other that promised more intimate moments and shared laughter. Aviana chose a romance novel filled with passionate encounters, while Ethan found a collection of witty love poems. With their newfound treasures in hand, they returned to their Parisian mansion, where the soft glow of candlelight awaited them. They snuggled on the couch, taking turns readin

"Do you think I don't read or something? I'm actually fond of reading." "Well, it's a surprise that you like reading," Aria said. "But it's even more of a surprise that you like reading romance books! How come you like them?" "I just do," he shrugged his shoulders. "And this particular book caught my attention because it dives into partner abuse." "Yeah," Aria excitedly said. "I thought that it was going to be a typical love story, but once I reached the end, I got goosebumps after I realized what the title meant. It felt incomplete yet complete at the same time, you know?"

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special. Arabella approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders. "Gustave Flaubert" he replied. "French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She could not believe someone like Damon was interested in romance. "All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging. Arabella smiled, and then Damon was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of what they would feel when they had to pull away.

They hadn’t even noticed me. Serena was still in his arms, but the kiss was different now. Deeper. Hungrier. Bordering on filthy. Her fingers twisted in his dark hair, pulling him closer, her breath hitching as his tongue plunged into her mouth, slow and possessive. She moaned softly, parting her lips wider, letting him taste her, consume her, own her. Her body practically melted against him, her robe slipping open at the top, revealing the bare curve of her breast. Damian groaned low in his throat, his large hands gripping her waist before sliding lower, his fingers digging into the plush swell of her ass.

Aurelio didn’t answer. He just stepped closer. God—he smelled like smoke, cedar, and something darker. Something intoxicating. Something wrong. His fingers lifted, brushing a curl behind my ear. “You look better without all your defenses,” he murmured. Heat shot down my spine so hard I had to steady myself. I hated how easily he could do that. I hated how much I wanted him to keep doing it. His eyes dragged slowly down my chest, and then he said it quietly, commanding, dangerous: