Contemporary Romance Novels & Stories

“Has there ever been such a match made in heaven? You are both straight into your obsessions. What are you writing, Em? Any good sex?” “I am writing my first contemporary romance,” she replied. “Let me guess, star-crossed lovers in a band?” He laughed. Owen laughed. “Does it have a happy ending?” “No, but they keep their bandmates awake in the tour bus with their rhythmic thumping,” James rocked suggestively and groaned. “Oh, Emily, f-k, f-k, f-k!” Owen flushed. “Shut up, James,” he replied without heat. “You are just jealous you can’t lure Jeremy into your bunk.”

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

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.

She gulped hard to find the room, which was decorated like it was for the nuptial night for the newlyweds. Harsh hugged her from her back, her fingers are tugging in her palm. She is looking at the surface. His fingers were roaming on her gown on the flat belly. "Are you ready to be mine?" He bit her earlobe, which caused a moan from her mouth. Her face colour matched with the red gown. She knows what he wants. She whirled rapidly and hid her face in his chest. He chuckled and his hands were roaming on her half bareback.

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

"Julian, if the world is going to change, I need you to keep me human." The anger in his eyes shifted, morphing into a raw, feral hunger. He didn't say a word. He crashed his lips against mine, the taste of copper and salt and victory filling my senses. This wasn't the calculated passion of the Amalfi Coast; this was a collision of two people who knew they were likely the most hated, and most powerful, humans on the planet.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting. Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna. Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just

“Okay, so remember that guy I told you about…the one with the sleeve tattoos and the six-pack and the vocabulary of a small-town priest?” Elena groans. “Please don’t say you're still talking to him.” “Oh, I’m not talking,” Karissah says smugly. “We’re communicating. Emotionally. Physically. Occasionally through memes.” I cackle. “So it’s a situationship.” “Exactly! The best kind. No rules. No expectations. Just vibes and delusion.” Elena raises an eyebrow. “How’s that going for you?” Karissah shrugs. “I think I’m in love, but also I never want to see him in daylight.”

Soon sleep came over my body and I fell in it but what astonished me was I never thought that I will ever hold someone in my arms or will ever get this much peaceful sleep. Author Pov. Damon always wanted to get married but in his life love. Affection or romance these kinds of emotions never came. He not even for once thought of falling for someone. Because for him love is useless. It's not like he has some past terrible issues but instead, he had seen relationships crumbling up like it's nothing but a mare lust. He wanted a wife not to have an affectionate relationship or romantic love story no he only wanted a woman to have an heir. And he was sure that women will never ask him for somethi