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I whispered. His hand moved from my neck down to my waist, firm and certain. He pulled me against him slowly deliberately like he was testing the line between control and surrender. My heart pounded against my ribs. I could feel his heartbeat too strong and fast. For a man who claimed control over everything his body betrayed him. "You are playing with fire " he murmured. "I am not afraid of fire " I replied. His lips finally brushed mine. It was not gentle, not soft. It was slow and filled with everything neither of us had said. The fear, the anger, the relief that I was safe, the need to feel something after standing so close to danger.

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Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

I slam into his chest, my breath knocked out of me. His grip is iron. “I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear. And for the first time, I hear real emotion in his voice. “This was never supposed to be personal.” Miles roars my name and charges. Ethan shoves me aside just as Miles crashes into him. They hit the floor hard, grappling, fists flying, furniture splintering. Daniel scrambles to his feet and joins the fight. The room explodes into chaos. My mother drags me toward the door, screaming. We reach the hallway just as a second set of footsteps thunder up the stairs.

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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

Until now. And up until now, she would have sworn that that romance books were too dramatic, but in the last few days, her views had drastically changed. It was indeed true that because of a man, your knees could buckle, your heart could race, and you could be lifted to heights of ecstasy and pleasure you never once dreamed possible. It was true that fiction could become real life. "We're like two magical Wolverines," he said into her hair after he must have kissed her for like the fiftieth time that day.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.