Novel & Cerita Best Romance Mystery Novels

I bet romance," she smiled sideways. He had a nice smile. Nate wasn't ugly at all, quite the opposite. -And I bet just because I'm a girl you think I like romance. But yes, a little bit. I prefer mystery and horror though. Dark stuff. -I looked at him. Nate was closer now. -Do you like dark things? -He wanted to know, his tone was thick and so manly, it triggered something inside me. His eyes had something in them that left me half-idiotized for a moment. I cleared my throat and came out of my trance, picking up the first book I found. It was thick, blue. It had a rather striking cover. The mysterious death of Max. That was the name of the book. It really caught my attention. -Do you like it

Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

’ She thought as her eyes tears fall. As Loki went home. She only could rest on her bed to forgot everything from her ex and rolled her body side by side then fall asleep, while she kept holding a picture of her and Jen together. •• At a wee mansion of Louise Luthenberg, Louise cheerfully smiled and walked around in his room and sat to his soft couch. As he removed her leather black jacket, an ID card dropped on his floor and felt curious. He was surprised. ‘It was her.. My darling Loki.’

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

He wonders how she will feel when she finds out that he knows that she's a detective and he's the Andrew Richardson that she's been looking for all these time. Indeed he tried calling her but it wasn't reachable. He went to her office but met with Kimberly who told him she travelled. He then asked Luck to check it out, which he did within minutes and found out that she went to New York. Without telling him about it. He would have asked her to use one of his private jets. He was getting furious, but then he thought about it. She has gone to New York without telling anyone, which means it has to do with her detective work. Just then Luck's phone rang, he picked the call and answered it. After

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

❦ Rosalind ❦ Days ago, I couldn’t tell you what sin smelled like. But now, ribbons of desire, lust, and danger wafted around me, drawing me further into the interior of Dominic’s private penthouse in Tribeca, overlooking the Hudson River. Faces in the shadows, crisp suits, women of every flavor speckling the room like handpicked butterflies. I felt those same butterflies in my belly as he led me by the hand up to the bar with an onyx countertop.

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

When they finally got into the car and was driving away, Belle couldn’t help remembering how and where their first hot, juicy kiss had taken place and how she had all but fallen way overboard from the impact of the moment. The kiss had hit her with the mighty force of a lightning bolt and she had never forgotten about it. I mean, she couldn’t even if she tried. “Would you like to go somewhere?” he blurted out, interrupting her deepest thoughts and fantasies, throwing her back into the real world. “Yes, of course. I would love to see what secret spots you’ve been hiding or should i say, hiding out in every single time you decide to disappear from me”. “Secret spots? Oh, come on. They are bare