Novel & Cerita Best Romance Suspense Books

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.

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.

“Strict instructions, sir. She said you'd understand once you saw it.” I follow her upstairs, not because I agree, but because Ava’s starting to get heavier in my arms and I’m running out of patience. We reach the room. And yeah—I get it now. The door opens to flickering candlelight. Drapes pulled back. Rose petals—actual rose petals—scattered across the bed. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in the corner and a handwritten sign that says Just Married tucked into a basket of fruit. It smells like lavender. And planning.

But there is nowhere to go, no one to help me, no escape from this beautiful nightmare I've been sold into. The bed looms before us, its dark wooden frame and expensive linens looking more like an altar than a place of rest. Everything is perfect, arranged for seduction, yet there is nothing romantic about what is about to happen here. "Blaze, I..." I start to say, but the words die in my throat when he turns me around and begins working on the buttons of my dress. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they free each tiny fastening, working with the patience of a man who has all the time in the world.

70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own. It was as if the air between us had thickened, making it harder to breathe, harder to think. Her body trembled beneath my touch, but there was something else, something darker lurking in her eyes that made my pulse quicken. She had never been more beautiful, more mine, than she was in this moment. I tilted her chin up, my fingers brushing against her delicate skin, and I could feel the tremors in her. She wasn’t just scared; she was on the edge, just like me, walking the fine line between love and madness.

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

Nina Romano did not sleep. She lay beside Dante Moretti in the quiet apartment, staring at the ceiling as the first gray light of morning filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm, grounding in a way she both craved and feared. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought returned, sharp and relentless. I was placed in his life. The idea crawled under her skin. It made every memory feel suspect. Every laugh. Every argument. Every moment she had believed was chance.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.