Connie Mason Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Come back to my place?” Elise shook her head slowly, wicked smile spreading. “No. Come to mine. I’ve got a rented condo all to myself. Fireplace. Big couch. No roommates.” Connor didn’t hesitate. “Lead the way.” They climbed out, snowflakes hissing on their hot skin. She wrapped a towel around herself, but he didn’t bother, just pulled on his boots and jacket over wet shorts, his erection still straining. In the elevator up to her private condo, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. He pinned her to the wall, kissing her deep and dirty, hand slipping under her towel to tease her again.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Connor stayed close, kissing her, touching her everywhere, telling her how good she was, how crazy she was making them both. When she came the second time, with Drew deep inside her and Connor’s mouth on her breast, it hit even harder. Drew followed right after, hips stuttering with a rough groan against her neck. Connor lasted only a few more moments before he ripped the condom off and came across her skin with a broken sound that made her stomach flip. They collapsed together in a sweaty, breathless tangle, Nora safely sandwiched between their big, warm bodies. Hands kept stroking her skin like they couldn’t stop touching her. Soft, dazed kisses landed on her shoulders, her temple, her lip

chuckled Devin. “What if they want a divorce?” asked Sean. “Sean,” warned Devin. “Shut up! We’ve still got time to deal with that problem. The point here is that my dream has finally come true; Miss Rachel Lloyd has finally become Mrs. Jake Crighton and it was about time!”

Connie understood about business. Oh, yes, Connie would understand. What was less certain was that Brand would behave like a nice man. Isabella scrubbed the mud off her face, touched her wrists with the scent of gardenias and squared her shoulders. When she returned to the living room she was smiling a small, brittle smile. Brand had coffee ready on the table beside the sofa. He was sitting in the only armchair, a solid brown tweed wing-back, holding Connie on his knee while the two of them studied a book about a pink hippopotamus.

Could this be considered a powerful plot, or a troublesome love story? "Connor, you're really kind …" Misty had an emotional expression when she said with pursed lips, "If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do." She lowered her head and continued to pretend to sob. However, there was a cold glint in her eyes. She hadn't figured out Connor's identity. All she knew was that he had a powerful background. He seemed to have many connections and was generous with her. It was as if he could do anything.

Stepping closer and grabbing my hand, he gestured toward his mother, “Angel, this is my mother, Martha Collin.” “Angel?” His mother and nana spoke out loud in unison as the pet’s name. I saw his mother and nana quickly give each other a sly look. Both women speaking through their eyes. “Hello Cassie,” she greeted with warmth clear in her eyes. “Hello Mrs. Collins,” I replied shyly. Martha waved her hand in dismissal, “Oh honey, you can call me Martha. Mrs. Collins is my mother-in-law.” She pointed with a thumb towards Mary.

"What are you talking about?" "I'm serious," she insists, her gaze fixed on the swirling snow. "Nobody's attracted to me. I'm too short. I'm still a virgin, Caleb. And I'm so, so tired of it." I blink, the whiskey-induced haze momentarily clearing. “Hold up, you said you had a threesome with Luke and Tony,”

"I’m sorry. That was too much. I shouldn't be dumping this on you the second you walk in." Mason reached across the coffee table and squeezed my hand. His skin was warm, his grip firm. "Don't apologize. I get it. More than you know." I nodded, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Are you... I mean, you never mentioned anyone in your emails. Is there a Mrs. Vance in Greece?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light. Mason shrugged, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "No. I’ve dated, sure. But I never found that spark, Devon. Not the kind that makes you want to stay."

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.