Contemporary Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

Her eyes blazed as she turned the pages, worse than the others. Dates. Hotel charges. Deposits into the accounts of women. She chilled in her fingers as she turned the final page— A photograph of Axel and Tressa. A photograph of him falling for another girl. Audrey's breathing was staccato, jerky. This was not real. This was some warm-up. Because Axel would never do such a thing. He loved her. He'd chosen her. Right? Something behind her made her turn and there they were. Jasmine, Jayla, and Jade were standing in the doorway and were sneering at it.

And then he was inside me, and the world shattered. Pleasure crashed over us like a storm, fierce and unrelenting. His name was a prayer on my lips, his body moving against mine, each thrust pulling me deeper into him, into us. We were fire and desperation. Passion and love. Two souls colliding, breaking, mending—all in the span of a single breath. And when we finally fell over the edge together, tangled in each other, gasping, shaking, lost—there was no doubt. *** The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the sheets. I stirred, feeling the warmth of Elliot’s body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist.

I quickly to finish my shift, anticipating to tell Maya, all I just encountered. That night, I don’t go straight to bed. I need to breathe. Think. Burn her face out of my mind. So I sit on Maya’s bed, legs curled under me, the necklace clutched in my fist like a lifeline. “She was there,” I murmur. “In his hallway. Wearing perfume that could knock out a grown man.” Maya pauses mid-scroll. “Wait—who?” I glance up. “Some… ex. Or ghost. I don’t even know. She looked like a magazine cover, Maya. And she knew Damien. Like, knew knew.”

she said quietly. “I will learn what I must,” I answered. Then, because the world still turned while men argued over thrones, I leaned down and kissed Damien, a fierce, precise thing that wasn’t about wanting so much as an oath. It tasted like rain and iron and the small mercy of human warmth. He kissed me back, clumsy and devastating, like a man who’d never been allowed to do something purely for himself. It was not erotic in a way a reader might expect on a bed; it was intimate and alive, a contract in muscle and breath.

I nibbled his nipple gently, and he groaned. “You’re pushing me to the edge, Roxy…” He pulled away from my lips, and the expression on his face wasn’t the calm, controlled boss I knew at all. Yes, I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him Hearing him call me Roxy, a wicked grin curved my lips. I leaned forward on my toes and whispered into his ear, “Let’s see how hard you’ll fall when you reach that edge.” He yanked me up and placed me on the counter, spreading my legs. The skirt would have torn if it weren’t elastic.