Closed Door Romance Authors Novels & Stories

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

Kata exclaims, clasping her hands together and I just roll my eyes. " Whatever." I dismiss, trying to fight back the image of a threesome with her and Davin. One thing I like about kata is how open- minded she is when it comes to sex. After chatting with kata and going for some shopping, i drive back to my little apartment. I am about to open the door to my house when a familiar face captures my attention. " Davin? " I exclaim, looking around. " What are you doing here? " The question slips effortlessly.

Joy was all that filled me to the brim as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the fragrance wash over me. My dream had come true, and it was no one else but the Alpha's son. I was his fated mate. I almost squeaked so loudly as I skidded forward, my hair bouncing behind me as I let out a delighted giggle, ready to run into his arms for protection and safety. Nothing else mattered at that moment but to open that door and meet my fated mate from the moon goddess, the one that was going to end my sufferings. I started to tap on the door but paused the moment I began to hear different voices. I couldn't wait any longer as I twisted the knob. The door was unlocked, so I pushed it wide

She closed her eyes for a brief second, and her mind instantly flashed back to the heat of Elias’s body when he had cornered her just minutes ago. She remembered the rough, gravelly quality of his baritone against her ear, the dominant, heavy weight of his chest invading her personal space. The memory sent a sudden, highly inappropriate wave of heat pooling deep between her thighs, making her pulse quicken. He had explicitly written a clause forbidding real intimacy, yet every line of his physical body had promised a completely different, highly volatile form of possession. She turned the pages faster, her heart hammering against her ribs as she searched for the anomaly—the specific warning

We have some classes together but not everything because we both have chosen a different career path but we try to do some together so we have time together as a couple. Anyways back to English literature!.....i like it because it often goes about Romantic stuff from the old ages long long time ago, like shakespeare and all that and i love that sh*t, absolutely love it! A couple that can't life without each other (Romeo & his beloved Juliet) and so on! I can just emerge myself in it, drown in it with my eyes closed so to imagine myself during that period of time, being one of them! Many now it sounds like a mushy sucker of Romance but i don't freaking care!

The double doors to his office stood slightly ajar. I pushed them open. Dominic stood behind his massive desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie loosened. The city glittered behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows. He looked up as I entered, and the expression on his face made my stomach flip. “Lock the door,” he said. I did. The soft click sounded final. Dominic straightened, rounded the desk, and walked toward me with slow, deliberate steps. He didn’t stop until he was close enough that I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

Dear Readers, I figured posting an author's note (which is free for you to read) is the best way to get this message to those who are actually reading the book. Leaving comments doesn’t always work. Life has been super crazy recently and I haven’t long gotten back from a week away with my partner and family, hence why I was quiet for a little while and there were no updates on this book.