Best Sports Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Too much chemistry, really. Nikki and Oliver had the volatile kind of chemistry. The kind that blows up and leaves the earth scorched. It had made for a passionate love life, but nothing comes without a price. And that price was usually paid in emotionally charged arguments. It hadn't been long before they mutually decided to end it and just maintain a business relationship.

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The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

Tanya's voice cut through my thoughts. I glanced toward her. The bitterness on her face was impossible to miss. Yet my attention immediately returned to Nova. To them. More specifically. The way he touched her. The way his hand rested possessively against her waist. The way she leaned into him without hesitation. She looked at him as if her entire universe began with him…and Moreau… he looked at her as though nothing else in the ballroom existed. Not the politicians. Not the executives. Not the investors. Just her.

Every time I moved, the fabric brushed against them, sending sparks straight to my clit. I couldn’t stop watching Damien who stood near the railing on the upper deck, whiskey glass in hand, looking like a dark god surveying his kingdom. The black shirt was completely unbuttoned now, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. His icy-blue eyes kept finding me across the crowd. Every single time our gazes locked, my pussy clenched and more juice leaked down my thighs. I was losing my mind.

“Meanwhile he’s been fucking that girl from his gym for weeks. I found the texts.” Dante’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed even. “He’s an idiot, Riley. Always has been when it comes to women like you.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second, then back up. “You’re young, smart, and you don’t take shit. Any man who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to touch you.” The way he said “touch you” made heat rush through me. I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together, feeling myself get slick just from the conversation.

I woke up on the small rug in Jax’s room, my neck cramped. Jax was still asleep, I reached for my phone, which was vibrating nonstop on the floor. 32 Missed Calls. 114 Text Messages. I didn't even have to open them to know what they said. The sports world had woken up, and the "Golden Couple" was the lead story.

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.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.