Best Romance Authors Novels & Stories

I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

Hi, I'm Ivy Sharon James. I'm an award-winning romance writer, praised for my ability to put the perfect love stories into words. Sadly, it's all words, my reality is far from what I write in my books. Trust me when I say my intense love stories put my marriage to Cole James to shame.

But the emotion…the raw, devastating emotion…that was all real. When I finally posted the chapter, I sat back and watched the notifications start rolling in immediately. NightOwl_Reader: FINALLY! We’ve been DYING! RomanceAddict47: MAFIA PANDA IM SCREAMING MidnightReader: The way he worships her… I’m not okay Reader_BookLover: Author you’re killing us. This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever read Lottie: I’m literally crying. This is perfect. HE’S perfect.

“Oh, girl. That’s not just a gift. That’s… intimacy.” Grace pressed her palms to her eyes. “It’s manipulation.” “Maybe. But it’s also freaking brilliant.” Lila tapped the page. “He’s basically telling you: I see you, even the parts you hide. That’s like… the holy grail of romance moves.” Grace flopped onto the couch, groaning into a cushion. “Why does he have to know me like that?” Lila smirked. “Because that’s what makes him dangerous. Ethan didn’t even know your middle name until month three. Damien? He’s in your bloodstream already.”

he asked, his silver eyes searching my face with concern. “I’m fine,” I lied, even though I was very much not fine. Because the truth was, while Kael’s kiss was nice and sweet and everything a kiss should be, it didn’t make me feel the way Nathan’s kiss had. There was no fire burning through my veins, no desperate aching need that made me want to rip his clothes off. It was pleasant but not consuming, he was supposed to be my mate, it should be intense with keal not Nathan. And that realization made me feel horrible because I cared about Kael, I really did.

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

My brain was just too confused at the moment I was at loss of words and did not even understand how I was to think, how did decide to what I wanted and most important, how to avoid him which he was starting to prove difficult for me to achieve. “I like to observe people who are in love a lot. I think I might even end up writing a romance novel. It’s just a sight to behold, a sight to watch and be happy because of how beautiful it is. You know, it feels like imagining something in the middle of hardship. Just like how authors make their characters get things they don’t have in real life. Since it’s the world they created, they can do whatever they want with it.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on