Best Romantic Suspense Books Novels & Stories

A warning they couldn't ignore. I am the shadow that comes for those who threaten what's mine. --- ★ Klein Mansion – Late Night ★ *Cassie's POV* "Promise me you'll never leave me..." The words echoed softly through the fog of my mind, fragile as the fading light of dusk. I could still feel Valentina's small hand clutching mine, warm and steady.

“Let me ask, why did you choose those books, Lady Roxanne?” “They're my favorite genres. The plot twists and jump scares are amazing. They're thrilling to read and it keeps me going, but romance, it bores me to death.” “I've never met a girl who enjoys murder mysteries. I thought that was for the men. But you seem like the type who could read such terrifying books and still sleep soundly,” he remarked. I smiled knowingly.“Nice to meet you again.” Beta Miles looked amused for a reason I didn't understand. “Trust me, I would rather have a dragon than a mate.”

His gorgeous bold fingers kneaded her back as he filled her eager mouth with the taste of him. Raw heat emanated from his entire body and his forehead was so shiny with perspiration that it could be seen in the dark. “Damn girl, what am i going to do about you?” He asked against her ears. Belle was absolutely so shook by him as delicious shivers of discovery, zigzagged it’s way down her spine and her whole body. She could hear that his breathing was so uneven and she watched as his lips trembled as they took hers again. Her heart most certainly became a rocket, soaring high above them.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

“By staying united. By being predictable to each other and unpredictable to him. He thrives on chaos. We take that away from him.” The SUV pulled away, engine humming softly, blending into the early morning traffic. The city’s rhythm offered a small comfort, but Ruby could not shake the constant fear that Dante’s eyes were on them, that he already knew their every move. The drive was tense, each moment stretching unbearably. Ruby clutched Kelvin’s hand and tried to focus on the life inside her, the fragile pulse of the heartbeat that now defined everything she had fought for. Dante had gone too far. He had manipulated medical records and timelines to make it seem as if one embryo could have

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving violently against hers as the echoes of their breaths filled the vast, quiet library. Grace held him just as tightly, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. In the absolute isolation of the East Wing library, under the shadow of the basalt wall, the clinical boundaries holding their marriage together had been completely reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind but the raw, undeniable truth of the man who had built a fortress to keep her alive.

They’re opposites in every aspect of life, still there was one thing they had in common- an attraction towards each other. He suddenly drew her closer to himself, clinging unto her tightly and her breath hitched due to the suddenness of the action. He stared down at her with a risque smile on his face- she’s a head shorter than he was, so she looked up to him and realized how close their bodies were. They were so close. She was so close to him that she caught sniffs of his expensive Jasmine scented cologne, could feel his rhythmic pulsation, his soft breaths as his exhales gently landed on her skin, sending shivers of ecstacy down her spine. Fetish.

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