Cabin Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

My pussy kept leaking slick down my thighs and I knew he could probably tell how turned on I was. When we finally reached the safe house it was a secluded cabin with thick walls and no neighbors for miles. Ronan checked every room before he let me inside then locked the door behind us. “You stay in the main area unless I say otherwise. No windows open. No calls.” I dropped my bag on the couch and spun to face him, my dress clinging to my curves. “Or what? You’ll spank me like a bad girl? Because the way you’re staring at my ass right now makes me think you want to do a lot more than protect me.”

Amber fell asleep right after they finished their cookies; only taking a bite out of one. Reign took the time alone to wander the cabin and examine it more. The cabin is very huge and that also lingered on her brain, how he could afford this cabin. She knows he talks about his family business but what type of business are they in? The house was furnished only in; plush faux black leather couches, queen and king size white beds, white dressers, bedside tables, closets and everything were in white. They had a library. Why the hell did he need a library in a cabin? The floor was done with luxury vinyl planks. The inside of the cabin was smooth and painted in winter mood white paint and the outs

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen. Clarisse gets me books like this occasionally. I think she knows they’re more educational than enjoyable to me. Having never had a boyfriend, I’m completely ignorant of how to please a man. These books at least give me somewhat of an idea. I used to be able to picture the heroes in my mind, but ever since I met Rhett, all I see is his face.

The small glass vial sat on the mahogany coffee table, its contents a shimmering, iridescent violet that seemed to pulse in time with the low hum of the air conditioning. For years, Callum and Sabine had lived a life of polished perfection-their marriage was a curated gallery of polite touches and moderate passion. But beneath the surface, a dark, festering hunger had been growing. They both knew it. They both felt the weight of the things they were too afraid to ask for, the taboos they had buried under the guise of being "civilized."

“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