Books Romantic Suspense Novels & Stories

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.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

They must be very close to the boy and the dog, I thought while watching them. It has been days that I came here and I never saw the boy nor the dog but the way Penelope and Flora are with them made it clear that they live here. “Roman…” Penelope took his hand and led him towards me, “This is Julia…” she said, I bent down to his height and extended my hand towards him with a smile on my face. “Hi, Roman,” “Hello,” he said in a cute voice, “How old are you handsome,” I asked,

We kissed and touched for a long while right there in the kitchen when I placed my hand on hers and led her to a large rug in front of the roaring fire. We had been keeping up with it most of the afternoon, and it made for a very romantic setting. It was now early evening, and the only light was from the fire. Sue looked so sexy standing there with the firelight dancing on her face and the noise of the crackling embers filling the quiet. I pulled her black sweater up over her head and saw her breasts for the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off of them; they were so beautiful. I placed my hand on her right breast, softly caressing this wondrous creation of nature. I heard her moan under h

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

I gasped, but his mouth slammed down onto mine before I could finish the sentence. He kicked the car door shut behind us with his heel, carrying me up the front steps while kissing me with a fierce, frantic intensity. The front doors swung open, and we rushed into the main building. We didn't bother turning on the lights or stopping before heading upstairs to the master suite. We barely made it past his bedroom doorway before Callan started pulling me closer, his hands already moving over me. The moment we stepped fully into his big bedroom, Callan didn't wait even one second. His big hands grabbed my sweater, ripping it over my head and throwing it right onto the floor.

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.