Connie Mason Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“What is this, a stupid rom-com?” “I don't know, maybe?” “Is there something going on between the two of you that I'm not aware of?” “Between Brian and I? I mean, we kinda f**ked last night,” Connie shrugged carelessly. I seriously couldn't believe what I was hearing... And with the way Casey was looking at her, I suppose he couldn't believe it either. “What?!” I visibly saw him grip his fork tighter. His knuckles turning white. “Don't worry... We used protection. Plus, it was pure sex... No love involved,”

“How about we do something normal? Escape for a bit? Want to watch a movie? I just downloaded that new rom-com everyone’s raving about, the one with the quirky bookstore owner and the grumpy artist.” I nodded numbly, grateful for the distraction. Anything to push the images away, even if just for an hour. Mira beamed, though her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and bustled into the kitchen. She returned with a tray laden with snacks: buttery popcorn drizzled with caramel, chocolate-dipped strawberries she’d made earlier that week, a bowl of cheesy nachos, and two steaming mugs of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. “Comfort food arsenal, deployed,” she said with a wink, s

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I’m gripping Ken shoulders because too much pleasure . When we finished having sex immediately left Wence condo and start packing my back because I’m going to go out of country.

Then, someone said, “That’s right, Miss Larson is a beauty that surpasses everyone else. She’s a huge star now and a goddess in the eyes of hundreds of millions of men. There are so many outstanding men pursuing her. If she wanted to get married, she would have done it ages ago. But she’s devoted to Mr. Connor. She’s been waiting for him and refused to spare any other man a glance. Yet you’re accusing her of having another man’s child. You’ve gone too far!” “Don’t you know? Miss Larson is Mr. Connor’s first love. She risked her life twice to save his life. Mr. Connor may have been deeply in love with his late wife and refused to marry Miss Larson over the past four years. However, in Mr. Con

Thor's demeanour shifted instantly. "Someone's coming," he warned, a low growl rumbling in the back of my mind. "Be careful." I straightened up, alert. Footsteps echoed softly down the corridor, accompanied by the faint scent of perfume and... bitterness. Rounding the corner, Connie appeared. Even in the dim light, it was clear she'd been crying. Mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy and red. She wore some seriously provocative lingerie—a silky, sheer number that left little to the imagination and had me shifting uncomfortably in my spot. Clearly, she had been intending to visit Knox.

Connor said, smirking against her skin. “Why don’t you take your PDA somewhere else?” I countered. He shrugged. “I don’t understand why you’re jealous. You’re the one getting married.” Then he kissed her neck AGAIN. “ENOUGH,” I groaned, grabbing Mandy’s wrist and yanking her toward me. “We were supposed to make cookies, not encourage Connor’s mating rituals.” Mandy burst into laughter. “Mating rituals? Seriously?” Connor looked offended. “I’ll have you know—”

“I heard from your assistant. Are you okay?” I managed a weak smile. “I’m fine, Mr. Connor. Thank you for coming.” He placed the roses beside Mason’s daffodils, looking at me with genuine concern. “I wanted to check on you personally. We were all worried. And besides…” He grinned. “I have news. I’m getting married.” My eyebrows shot up. “Married?” “Yes! I reunited with someone at your wedding, and I’d love for you to come to our wedding.”

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.

“And this guy I’m going out with later is his cousin.” “Oh.” She smiles. “The old flame?” “Not that old. We basically parted only five months ago.” “And he’s here for a second chance?” she asks. I laugh. “Yeah. It’s like that.” “Someone’s getting laid tonight, then,” she remarks, and Dennis whistles. “Good luck to the guy,” Michael jokes, and everyone laughs. I roll my eyes. “Why, Michael? What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing. You can be very hot-headed, you know?”