Novel & Cerita Blind Date With A Book Dark Romance

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By the way, I stopped to see who was there in the middle of the crowd. Rustov and Kiara, both with blindfolds, are on the center of the marriage booth. Kiara wore a white veil. They are in front of the acting priest. Rustov backed away but was pushed by his male friends. Kiara was smiling widely while blushing. Of course she knew who's in front of him even with the blindfold! My stomach got cold. "They're stuff! Yieee!" "I heard them already!" What? Did I hear the girl wrong?

“I’m not a type. I’m here to clean.” His smile deepens. “What’s your name?” “Zara Blake.” “Zara.” He says it like it’s something he plans to taste later. “Pretty name. How old are you, Zara?” “Old enough to know when I’m being hunted.” That gets a low chuckle from him. Damn it. His laugh is hot. “I like you.” He steps closer. “You’ve got fire.” “I’m not here to be liked.” “No?” He’s too close now. The scent of him—something dark and expensive—wraps around me like a noose. “What if I asked you to clean my room next?”

You may never have your heat until some months later, or you could get it the moment you met your mate, hence why many people ‘got it on' when they first met each other at the ceremony. While everyone was getting ready, I walked to the library and sat in my usual spot. People rarely came into the library, and if they did, itbwas usually to randomly start making out in the aisles of books, and maybe begin to take each other's clothes off until I came in and started whacking them with the heaviest book I could find, which was the history of werewolves. Maybe it would knock some knowledge into them about doing it in the library. I grabbed a random book from the shelves, opened the pages as I in

It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about. I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect. I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read. But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer. I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

“What book?” “The one filled with meticulous information about my daily schedule, personal habits, and weaknesses.” He had to clench his hands to keep from reaching out to shake her as he relived the moment Aidan had handed him the leather-bound, handwritten journal with a look of deep regret. It had been the moment when any illusions about what he’d really had with Madison had crumbled to ash. “I think the most disturbing thing was the sketches and instructions for how to make dynamite.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you could do something so horrible.” “I didn’t. I could never do that.” She slammed her hand on the table, crying out when she accidentally embedded a piece of glass in h

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.

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"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.