Novel & Cerita Contemporary Romance Novels

I don't know why my heart is doing somersaults but all I know is that I like the feeling. We spent the rest of the day together. I am glad that she is willing to spend time with me. The time goes by quickly and soon we are heading to the hotel. I made arrangements with the hotel for a private romantic dinner. Dante is overseeing the preparations even when he clearly said he was not pleased with my idea. I plan to introduce Helen to him tonight. I am sure he will come to love her. Who wouldn't? Helen is such a lovable woman. I drop her off at the hotel.

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an edge of a tattoo curling along his collarbone. Heat pooled low in her belly before she could stop it. He looked like he belonged on the cover of one of the romance novels hidden under her bed—dangerous, unapproachable, but heartbreakingly hot. Jaxon knew the moment Zara stepped into the kitchen, all green silk and long legs. His eyes swept down before he could stop himself, and desire slammed into him so hard he had to curl his fists to keep them steady. She was going to be the death of him.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

"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.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

Then I felt him, close, too close. Warmth at my back, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around me like smoke. I gasped and spun around. Alex was bent down, picking something up. When he straightened, my black lace thong dangled from his fingers like a trophy. “You wear things like this, doll?” His voice was low, rough, amused. Heat exploded across my face. My brain just short circuited. My eyes enlarged and something sparked inside of me, the way the corner of his lips tugged upward. I lunged forward and snatched it from him, fingers brushing his in the process. Electricity shot straight between my legs.