Best Romantic Suspense Novels & Stories

'She was not fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a bomb.' ———♤♤♤——— "Are you sure about this, honey?" Liliana Romano asked Bella as her eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill, her husband holding her tightly by the waist. It was only natural for them to feel down, they were after all sending their only daughter to America. Bella was already twenty years old, she was old enough to make decisions of her own. The two can only support her as she tries to accomplish her goal: taking down the Sicilian Mafia.

“Let’s go.” As they rushed out of the restaurant, Suzanne couldn’t shake the unease coiling in her chest. But beneath the worry, Liam’s words still echoed in her mind, refusing to be ignored. Favorite couple? Eloise and Daddy Leo Sarah and Charles (Adulteries) Suzanne and Liam Me and my book?

Rose exclaimed as she placed the roses in her hand onto the nightstand. "He's the least romantic of humans. He gives me flowers like he's handing a lollipop to a child!" said Rose to herself, and then took a seat, reaching for her old cell phone that lay on the bed. The flat object was given to Lion after he had dropped Afilia off, as she and Theo had not seen each other since morning. A row of romance movies became Rose's main destination. Her fingers moved, looking for a movie that might catch her eye. Right at the appearance of a cover that seemed to contain some implied meaning, Rose stopped her search action by focusing on the synopsis page.

I can't let myself get distracted again - I need to do what I came here to do. I'm combing my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself, when I hear the door open behind me. Turning, I put on a smile - people seem to take everything better when you smile - but Rafe looks anything but delighted to see me again. In fact, for a moment I think he's forgotten I'm here at all. He looks agitated. Annoyed. And utterly distracted. I swear he starts a little when his gaze lands on me. His expression shifts immediately, though - and he turns right back into a seductive bad boy in a fraction of a second. Even though I know I'm an idiot, my breath still catches under his gaze. He wants me, and he's

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AS JASON slowly moved his lips over hers, he waited for the protest that never came. She tasted of saltines and wonderful enchantment. But not affection. Never affection. There was too much heat. Too much longing. When she drew closer and drove her long fingers into his hair, he groaned. He broke free long enough to sweep off the contents on the table to one side, mistakenly knocking the bottle of champagne down. Not caring that the wine was spilling on the floor, he hauled her right on top of the table.

We kissed and touched for a long while right there in the kitchen when I placed my hand on hers and led her to a large rug in front of the roaring fire. We had been keeping up with it most of the afternoon, and it made for a very romantic setting. It was now early evening, and the only light was from the fire. Sue looked so sexy standing there with the firelight dancing on her face and the noise of the crackling embers filling the quiet. I pulled her black sweater up over her head and saw her breasts for the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off of them; they were so beautiful. I placed my hand on her right breast, softly caressing this wondrous creation of nature. I heard her moan under h

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

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.