Novel & Cerita Best Romantic Thriller Books

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

I wish I don’t have to go running to her again but a desperate soul has little or no choice. As I walked out of the bunk room and across the hallway leading to Joan’s office, the tiredness I felt on the inside is evident in the way I was carrying myself. The past few hours have been nothing but unusually topsy-turfy. I know my life has been like that since I met Leo. But this is rather happening at an alarming rate. The night started nicely with the romance Sebastian gave that left me breathless for hours but ended in the fucking shoot-out from Bale. Now I am caught in the fix, two important people in my life might be someone more than who I taught they are.

“Come on, spill. I heard rumors about the penthouse, the tension, the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you and lock you away at the same time. Has the ruthless Matteo Moretti finally been… tamed? Or are you two still hate-fucking your way through every argument?” Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory of this morning flashed through me riding him slow and deep, then the shower, his body pressing me against the tile, my whispered confession still echoing in my head. “It’s complicated,” I muttered, but the way my body reacted gave me away. “There’s hate. There’s… a lot of other things too. He’s not gentle, but sometimes… sometimes he stays. He held me this morning. Kissed my shoulder li

“Ruby. Focus on me. Breathe. One step at a time. We’ve survived worse. We can survive this.” She pressed her forehead against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat anchor her, even as Dante’s eyes traced every movement, a silent accusation and threat rolled into one. “You’re mine to unravel, Ruby,” Dante said softly, almost hypnotically, his voice like velvet over knives. “And every secret you cling to… every little lie, every moment of hesitation… it only makes my task easier.” Ruby’s chest tightened, panic clawing its way up. “I… I can’t let him…”

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

“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.

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou

I let myself in and put the flux infront him. " I got a distress message saying a grown ass man is throwing tantrum..." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the thermal flux.. The moment the coffee entered his mouth, his face scrunched in disgust and he almost chocked... I couldn't hide my smile ... He glared at me... " You came at this late to give me this? Sugarless, bitter, disgusting coffee? Why not give me poison instead?" His face showed utter disgust... " Well I ain't your girlfriend that I will know the amount of sugar you want... What if you had diabetes? The headlines will show that Madelyn Davenport trying to kill Wyne Moretti... I can't risk that..."