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Cedric used the opportunity to oppress it just so he could expand Garner Group even more. In the end, Kenneth made the ultimate decision to fly his siblings out of Cybenea. After that, he reduced the size of his company without the intention to compete with the other companies for profit. That was how Sorsby Group managed to survive in the plot. Diana wasn't supposed to be able to date Cedric in the first place, so what was up with that guy? The entire plot revolving around the male and female leads in the novel was romanticized for the readers' sake. When Hannah was given a second chance to live in this world as a sentient character, she finally realized that every side character and antago

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

Amara responded, though she couldn't help smiling some. "You're right. If it was, there would already be a wedding date." She laughed, half knowing he was absolutely right, half wishing he wasn't. "And Aria and Ember would know about it." Amara sighed and sobered. "Mom and Dad know about Declan," she defended. "Know how much?" "That we're dating," Amara said. "That he cooks. That he exists." Asher raised his eyebrows. Amara huffed. "I told you, this isn't Morocco, it's France. Relationships work differently here."

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

He drove in deep, hips snapping, the closeness amplifying every sensation. "Come for me now," he ordered and she shattered. Brad followed, groaning as he pumped hot cum deep inside her, filling her completely. Panting, they collapsed together, his body enveloping hers protectively. Marie turned in his arms once she caught her breath back, her eyes soft with adoration. "Brad... let's get married,” she mumbled, her thumb slowly caressing his cheek. Brad's grip tightened possessively, kissing her forehead. "Yes, my love.” He sealed the words with a deep, owning kiss. “You're mine, Marie, your body, soul and everything. No one questions what I claim."

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

she begged. Dennis let go of her hand, "If you do, then what's stopping us from letting people know that we are in love?" He inquired, his eyes not leaving her. Cassandra let out a deep sigh, "I am just scared that people will insult you for being with a woman nine years older than you. You know how society is, it just scares me that their words might get to you and you will end up leaving me" she revealed with bitterness in her voice.