Black Romance Books Novels & Stories

Blackwood Enterprises was written in bold letters at the top. My eyes darted to the open notebook sitting right on his bed. There were notes on "rival syndicate" and "leverage on Victor." They were tied to danger? My heart raced. I heard footsteps and rushed out of the room and right back to mine. My heart was thumping hard when I leaned against the closed door. The phone in my hand buzzing nearly gave me a cardiac arrest. It was only a text message from Damien. "See you at midnight by the pool house or I will come for you."

“Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.” I hoarded every scrap: vampire, North, cursed prince maybe. Fell asleep clutching the letter like a lifeline. Two weeks later, the pack meeting. Community hall packed. Ethan and Ashley up front, glowing. Mom and Dad tense on the side. Me in the back, arms crossed, still damp from another border search that found nothing. Alpha Blackwood, Ethan’s father cleared his throat. “We’ve received a trade proposal from Northern Crescent Pack. An exchange of daughters to strengthen alliances. Blood ties. Standard politics.”

I extinguished the lamp and lay in the dark with the cool sheets against my skin and the city quiet outside the window and the house pressing its watchful silence around me the way it always did. But underneath the silence tonight, something was different. Lord Brocandale's eyes in the gallery, that storm-dark attention, the specific quality of two seconds of contact that had moved through me like current. My own warmth, unperformed and unmanaged, rising in response to a man who had looked at me and seen something worth looking at. The note in the poetry book, five words pulsing with intent in the dark. Fate would determine which version of Georgia emerged from all of this.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

The Lucian? Mmh... Like when you make love for the first time?" I'm sure I've just gone as red as a beetroot. "You know... When that desire rises in you, addictive and uncontrollable..." "You can't compare sex to magic!" He tries to pull the book out of my hands, but I cling to it like a lifebuoy. I'm not really used to the charming and malicious Lucian yet. I think I preferred the old one! At least I could tell him to get lost without feeling guilty. The new one is more endearing and makes my body shudder. And it's is a very bad idea to give him room to.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

I barely had time to whimper a protest before he gripped my thighs, spreading me wide. Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me. A strangled cry tore from my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me to the point of delirium. His curse was a ragged growl against my ear. “Fuck—you’re tight.” — Four Weeks Earlier The Blackwood Mansion was a castle—cold, intimidating, and entirely out of my league. I stood at the massive iron gates, my fingers clenched around the strap of my worn-out bag, staring up at the estate that could have belonged to royalty. Towers of black stone stretched into the sky, and the windows reflected nothing but storm clouds.

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.