Best Stalker Romance Books Novels & Stories

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

My eyes were wet, and I didn't know when that had happened, didn't know whether it was the drug or the gentleness or the fact that I had wanted this for so long and never let myself admit it. Stein pulled back, just enough to breathe, his mouth slick and swollen. “You taste so good. I could stay here forever.” I pulled him up by his hair, desperate for his mouth on mine, and he came willingly, kissing me with the same devastating patience, and I tasted myself on his lips. It was strange and intimate, and it should have repulsed me, but I just wanted more. I switched our position and got on him. He smiled, and for a moment, I saw something flicker in his orbs before it disappeared. I didn't p

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

I write dark romance stories that my readers seems to love and my first stalker romance story made waves in the book community as fans raved on about it becoming obsessed with the characters that the novel which was meant to be a standalone became a series because of how well loved it was. But of course some critics went hard on the concept of the book, criticizing my work and a part of me knew some of them were paid by Anacostia since she has tendencies of going into some kind of jealousy spiral on her page during my book releases. She always has something nasty to say stirring shit up! But am used to condescending women like her, and I really do not care since my readers love my stalker ro

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

The sun is very hot out here so I pick up some lotion and rub it on my body so as not to get burnt and look like a cooked lobster in the end! I don't have emails so I just play a game for a while and when I get bored of that i put my tablet away and pick up my romance novel i was reading. Half way through the book though I drift away into a peaceful slumber. After spending an hour or so in the water Conor comes back and puts his cold hands on my body making me heal up. "What the hell Conor??" I yell at him and he only smirks smugly with an innocent face!.....devil!

KATYA I've been Mrs.Katya Kozlova for exactly two weeks and one day, but who's counting? That's fifteen straight days of surprisingly glorious, toe-curling sex with Isaac. If you'd told me on my wedding day that I would be walking into my childhood home blushing over what Isaac Kozlov did to me last night, I would have called you a liar. But he's been incredible since that first night. He's patient with me, vulnerable in ways I never expected. He stirs feelings I once thought impossible, and every time I'm convinced I've had the best orgasm of my life, he proves me wrong with an even better one.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge