Best Romantic Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

And now they're trapped together in a territory with a killer, compelled rogues, and blood magic. At least, Hope thinks grimly, the murder mystery will distract from the awkward romantic tension. Then she sees the body, and all thoughts of distraction vanish. The female wolf lies in a clearing, her throat torn open in a precise, surgical strike. But that's not what makes Hope's blood run cold. It's the symbol carved into the ground around her. A circle within a circle, ancient runes Hope doesn't recognize surrounding the body like a cage. "That's a summoning circle," Dante says quietly. "Blood magic used to call something. Something powerful and dangerous."

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.

she said and he nodded and left. She took out her handglove and wore it and started inspecting some stuff, the table was overturned, it didn't hide the fact that there were three glasses of tea which are on the floor now. She touched the furniture, it's not dusty, it means this commotion just happened. She saw the bookshelf and walked towards it. She started checking the books when she saw another opened book that had blood in it. She picked it up and touched the blood, it was blood. She looked at the shelf and saw a bloody finger print. Some books were scattered on the floor. She looked around trying to visualize what happened. Annabelle came in here, someone followed behind her, she starte

—I raised a red hard cover book I was with— “that are crazily interesting. The stakes are absolutely ridiculous but honestly I have to fuel the delusional antics because I picked them up. And I'm sure you’re tired of hearing me talk about them already.” She nuzzled my hands. “Let me tell you a secret.” I leaned down to her attentive ears, glancing around momentarily before whispering. “I don’t think your owner is a very good liar.” Roxy jolted back. But then licked my cheek. I drew back giggling while I pet her head again. “But you like him anyways.” She barked. “Of course you do. Doesn't explain his tastes in books though, who would have thought that a man of his stature would like reading

Sharon McQueen looked happy, and when she blew me a kiss, worded ‘Thank you’, and then slowly faded from sight, my heart skipped a beat. When I finally turned and looked at the road before us, the world indeed seemed to be a brighter place. Author’s note. In my first novel, I wanted to tip my hat to a very influential story, Raymond Chandler’s the Big Sleep, and though many elements of this hardboiled detective story made it into my tale, the one thing I could never seem to make work was the romance story. So, when I was asked if I had such a story that could be entered into this collection, I realised here was my chance to fix that omission. There are also elements from other classic noir/r

I fell asleep after several minutes. The next day, I decided to head into a few stores with Jenny. Just to get away from the mansion and have some great company. Something to distract myself from the troubles inside my brain. Jenny and I headed into a book store and we looked around. We both enjoyed reading all sorts of books. Reading something can make you forget about the world around you for a moment and some books can even make you feel like you’re in whatever world is created inside the book. Reading romance and comedy are my favorite, but once in a while, a good mystery is good to read too. I was busy reading the back of a book from an author that I never heard of before while Jenny w

Jayden walked among the bookcases, her eyes reading the titles and the authors of the books. Alexa had become lost in a world of fantasy, mystery, and (although she would deny it if anyone asked) romance. Her heart yearned for a connection like the ones she would read about, that total completeness that true love brought to its bearer, and it ached at the feeling of emptiness that echoed after that thought. The girls inside the bookstore remained completely unaware of the sinister presence that gazed upon them from across the empty street. Muddy eyes gleamed in ominous glee as they observed the redhead browsing books.

She confessed. “And I never liked it when you scolded me.” He chuckled and kissed her lips, she kissed him back. “I love you Maeve Cartel.” “I love you, Dixon Ambrose.” They laughed at themselves. “I wanna spend every moment with you, till forever comes.” THE END Thank you for reading Mystery Girl

When it came time to shelve the books, our great debate about how to organize them started. “This is where I had the mysteries before,” Isobel started, narrowing her eyes as if daring me to disagree. I just grinned, ready to play. “But this is a darker corner. Don’t you think mysteries should be in the darkest, most mysterious part of the room? And romances belong by the light, since they’re, you know, light and full of love with happy endings and stuff.” She blinked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “You have the strangest logic I’ve ever heard.”