Black Romance Author Novels & Stories

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

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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.

She sat up, and brushed a tendril of hair from her face away. “Yeah.” She put the book down. “Are you okay?” “I’m just tired.” She nodded. His voice almost slurred with the low pitch he spoke in like he dragged his words across a rugged surface. “Well, we don’t have to talk long tonight.” “No, I really want to hear your voice. What were you doing?” “I was reading.” “Will you read to me?” She looked down at the title of her book, 'Always and forever.' Ryder had never liked romance books, but then now didn't seem like the best time to read horror.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

The scent of him — smoke, steel, and something darker — tangled with the night. “I don’t want your pity,” she whispered. “Good,” he said. “You’re not getting it.” When he kissed her, it wasn’t gentle. It was the kind of kiss that stole air and reason alike — the inevitable breaking point after nights of restraint. Her magic flared, answering his touch, sparks running up her skin like lightning across storm clouds. The world seemed to fall away: the bleeding moon, the endless fight, the weight of destiny. For one fleeting heartbeat, there was only warmth, and the sound of her name breaking on his lips.

Something within her leapt to meet it. The darkness was grainy, empty — gilded in small pools by candlelight and the thin shafts of moonlight that penetrated the stained-glass windows. Rose smiled, feeling disappointed. Wishful thinking. Too many vampire novels. Anne Rice and Freda Warrington had a lot to answer for. Then the shadows moved. The breath caught in Rose’s throat. Her mouth went dry with anticipation even while a heady pulse ticked between her legs. ‘Come then,’ she said softly.

My hand touched every part of her body it could reach as I moved more. “Anthony… Please.” She was breathless and shuddering under me. I lifted my head to look at her. Sandy was so beautiful it hurt. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were shut from pleasure. I eyed every part of her, taking in the freckles on her cheeks, the flushed shade of red on her neck and the marks I had given her. I growled as the pleasure doubled at the sight of my bite marks. Something about it triggered more lust in me. I started to move a bit faster yet slow, making her gasp and moan.