Best Sports Romance Books Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

The mark was unmistakable under the streaming water. Jax froze. Fragments slammed into him like body checks against the boards. The club. The VIP section. That elegant figure moving on the dance floor. Drunken laughter. The hotel room. Soft moans turning raw. The way Elias had arched beneath him, wrists bound by Jax’s own belt. The heat, the tightness, the way Elias had ridden him later, eyes glazed with pleasure. The way Jax had lost himself completely, for one night forgetting the careful lies he told the world.

And Richard O'Reilly had been on the pitch for eighty minutes and walked off with the win and with enough of my attention that I was here at six in the morning with his face pinned to my wall like some kind of target I hadn't figured out how to hit yet. The anger came up slow and total. The kind that didn't spike and drop. The kind that filled everything evenly until there was no room left for anything else. I thought about the whisper. Keep up, golden boy. The weight of him over me in that ruck. The deliberate way he had looked at me before the kiss, like he was making sure I understood who it was aimed at. I picked up the letter opener from my desk. It was solid in my hand, blunt along the

Finish this for us. Martin’s throat tightened. He brought the paper to his lips, pressing a kiss there that felt both sacred and reckless. The scent of Damien’s cologne—something woody and subtle that he wore only on match days—still clung faintly to the edges. How many times had they done this? Passed notes like schoolboys, stealing glances across crowded rooms, their rings hidden under tape or gloves to avoid questions. The silver bands, simple and identical, were their quiet rebellion. Matching symbols of a commitment the sport’s old guard would never understand.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.