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“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

They sat together, talking about old times, playfully jabbing at one another just like they did before it got so complicated. Jade lolled back in her chair, tips of her fingers tapping off the side of the coffee table. "So," she said, the sparkle of mischief considerably more apparent in her eyes. "Speaking of complicated things, does anybody else have a love life these days?" Jayla raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look. "You're the one who just got back from a date. Shouldn't you be answering that question? Jade giggled; a light flush washed up her cheeks. "Alright, alright, I admit it: Brock's been kinda great. He's sweet and attentive, and I don't know, it just feels like we're on

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

"Your lens is... forgiving. You wrote the fear out of me." Elion sat next to him. Their shoulders touched. He reached into the box and picked up another copy. It felt cold and smooth. "It's already a bestseller," Elion whispered. Cale blinked. "How do you know?" "The publisher emailed me this morning. Pre-orders. It's number one on A****n. In Fantasy, Romance, and... weirdly, Philosophy." "Number one," Cale repeated. "That is a high ranking. Statistically significant." "It means people are reading it. Right now. Thousands of people. Strangers."

“At least you have one successful daughter.” I nearly slapped her. Instead, I'd smiled. Smiled. And smiled. And smiled. Because that's what people like us do. Now, sitting alone with that invitation in my hands, anger simmered beneath my skin. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. Nova wasn't supposed to win. She wasn't supposed to walk away. She wasn't supposed to become the woman everyone admired. And she certainly wasn't supposed to marry Nicolai Moreau. Yet somehow... Against all odds...

Harry stared at Emily through the rearview mirror. “To LL.” LL was an acronym for the Lux and Luxurious, the biggest shopping center in the capital. “Sure, miss.” Harry pushed a button to raise a partition between them so he couldn’t hear Emily and Pauline’s conversation anymore. It was a habit, as he respected Emily’s privacy so much. “So, what will you buy?” Pauline asked. “Will you buy a set of sexy lingerie to tease him?” Emily blushed and giggled to hear that. She covered her heated cheeks with her palms. “I don’t know. I may want to buy something for him first. What’s the best gift for a fiance and soon to be a husband?”

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

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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.