Best Slow Burn Books Novels & Stories

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

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-“

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was standing by his desk, scanning through papers. I approached him and handed him the file carefully, my fingers brushing the smooth leather cover. The moment I did, his hand shot out and rested on my elbow—but instead of the firm, commanding grip I expected, he was holding the other hand… the one that burned. My stomach twisted. Heat flared up from my burn as his eyes dropped to it. “What happened to your hand?” His voice was calm, but there was something in it that made my heart skip. Concern? Interest? I couldn’t tell.

All those rumors about Carol seducing and sleeping with her clients were false. Hence, he could understand why Titus, who had high standards, took a liking to Carol. She was indeed a very interesting woman. Boaz was looking for Titus and Sirius with a champagne flute in hand. When he saw that Sirius was actually drinking tea, he walked over. “Are you sick? Why are you drinking tea? Can you even enjoy it?” “Why shouldn’t I? Can’t you see that I’m enjoying it?” While Sirius spoke, he continued staring at Carol. Boaz looked over. When he saw Carol, he scoffed. “She’s just a gold-digger. What’s so nice about her?”

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Not because of what we did, but because of how it made me feel. Seen. Wanted. Respected. Safe. The kind of safe that had nothing to do with walls or doors. I thought about the way his voice dipped when he said my name, the hesitation before he kissed me, the way he always waited for permission even when his body screamed for more. Blackwood wasn’t like anyone I’d ever known. He was dangerous in the way fire is dangerous. But he never burned without warning. I slipped into bed, not even bothering to change. The pillow still held the scent of my perfume.

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I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

"What else? I wish I had cooking necessities and equipments at our dormitory, I would have cooked my boredom away. I'm going to read my novels or watch some cooking lessons online." "I don't know how you do that sincerely. I can't read romance novels because I can't stand the steamy scenes. I'll be horny almost every time." She scrunched up her face. "You're so silly. I don't picture myself when reading, I just enjoy reading them generally making a fantasy of the characters in my head, I watch them enjoy it in my head." She chuckled. That soft chuckle, but it didn't make her face lit up as it always did when she cooked.