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He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

While I start to feel aroused by his kiss, the overwhelming emotion I feel is comfort. The kiss deepens, but I can feel his control as he maintains the lightness of his touch. My head is spinning. The emotion and lack of food over the last couple of days catch up with me, and I feel my legs buckle under me. Like some overwrought character from a historical novel, I feel my world go black and I faint.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

You don't mind, do you? I was just about to reply when several comments suddenly appeared in front of me. "So the female lead is abandoned after the male lead gets a taste of forbidden fruit. Then he realizes his mistake and goes chasing after her again. Are you seriously expecting VIP clients to watch such a cliched romance trope?" "I've had enough of the girl always sucking up to the guy. Women are not sluts!" "She decided to sleep with her childhood sweetheart even though they're not in a relationship. It's her own fault if she gets dumped."

As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. "I wonder what's in you," I said as I settled onto the plush cushions of the nearby armchair, cradling the book in my lap. Opening it gently, I was greeted by intricate illustrations and delicate handwriting that seemed to dance across the page. The words on the page weaved a tale of forbidden love and dark desires. It was a dark romance, filled with passion and danger, a story that both intrigued and captivated me. I was instantly drawn into the world of the characters, their struggles, and their yearning for a love that defied the odds.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

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.

BOOK FOUR will focus on Max Anderson as he falls in love with Angus's older sister. TROPE: SLOW-BURN, DUTY-VS-DESIRE. BOOK FIVE will revolve around Ian St. Clare falling in love with the team's housekeeper's stubborn daughter. TROPE: ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS/ OPPOSITES-ATTRACT. BOOK SIX will chronicle Drew Jacobson as he falls for the team's new older public relations staff. TROPE: AGE-GAP ROMANCE. +

“Yes, it is, because we’re going to turn this into a narrative where I was helping you by being a loving and caring supportive fiancé when you weren’t happy with your original book cover. We’re going to play off we are in a consensual and lively intimate relationship which unfortunately was taken a bit too far. We’ve also booked this trip to reconnect before our wedding and the book tour you have coming up and my work takes over our lives. We need to be seen to make it real.” “I hate this.” “You should have thought of that before you gave me two cocks.” “I didn’t give you two cocks. You weren’t even in my head when I wrote the book. I simply saw you in the restaurant and the way your vein in