Best Thriller Romance Books Novels & Stories

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

My thighs trembled not just from the cold. There was nothing between us but moonlight and water. I heard his breath hitch but he still didn’t move. His hands stayed at his sides, fingers flexing once like he was fighting himself. His jaw worked. A muscle ticked in his cheek. I leaned closer, hovering above him. My lips brushed the tip of his nose teasingly before my palms found his chest, feeling the wet ridges. His body was perfect, I could feel his heart slamming beneath my fingers. His heart beat was calm compared to mine which was on a marathon. It made me wonder what would make his heart race..

A sleepy, dangerous satisfaction washed over me. But as I finally sat up and started cleaning the small mess I’d made on his sheets, I heard it. The soft click of the door opening behind me. Before I could react, a large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. A powerful body pressed against my back, trapping me on the bed. The scent of him — real this time, not just from a shirt — filled my nose. “Seems I finally found the naughty little thing who’s been sneaking into my room,” Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear.

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

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It made his guts burn with an unholy, vengeful fire. He'd nearly murdered the priest in Tijuana when he'd described the fucked-up wedding ceremony Manuel had forced on Riley. It was everything Roman could do to peel Soloman off the man and away from the church before he burned a holy place to its sacred ground. How could a man of the cloth let his beautiful, sweet girl be treated in such an evil way? She's been drugged.

"I'm not asking you to love me. I'm asking you to trust me. There's a difference." I looked at his hands around mine. Warm. Calloused. Real. "What do you get out of this?" I asked. Damian smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "I get to watch Julian Thorne burn. And I get to do it with the most dangerous woman I've ever met by my side." I thought about my mother, sleeping in her hospital bed. I thought about Julian's thugs in the penthouse. I thought about the recorder hidden in my bra,the evidence backed up on three servers.

(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.