Cozy Fall Romance Books Novels & Stories

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.

Kai and I sat on opposite ends of the plush sectional couch, the massive stone fireplace crackling between us, casting flickering shadows that danced across his sharp jawline and those hazel eyes that kept locking onto mine like magnets. Under the table during dinner, his bare foot had slid between my thighs, pressing up against my core through my leggings until I had to grip my fork so hard my knuckles turned white. "Pass the salt, Loe?" he'd asked innocently, his voice smooth as silk, while his toes curled just right, making me shift in my seat. I'd bitten my lip to keep from gasping, heat pooling low in my belly. Now, as Mom dealt out cards for some ridiculous game, his gaze promised payb

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I only used it in small areas or to briefly stay hidden in the shadows. As always, Aurora was asleep after a long soak and a bit of reading. I saw the book on her nightstand. The outside cover had a ridiculous title about being an in-depth study of the stars. But I knew her better than that. I’m sure somewhere there was about on that topic that she had lovingly read, but when I picked it up and looked inside to the page that was marked, I couldn’t hide my smile. She had hidden away another saucy romance. I read a little and longed to lean down and kiss my sleeping beauty as the hero in her book did. Reading on a few more lines, I really wanted to reenact what he did to his bride. My cock twi

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

I stay there for a few minutes, doing the breathing techniques I learned during my yoga lessons, and actually feel a little better when I stand back up, quickly shampooing and conditioning my hair so I can get out of the shower. I started writing my Shadowfall series as an escape. Kellie is everything I wish I could be, and her romance is what I dream of. It’s not perfect, she and Marcus fight and bicker, but their love is truer than anything, and it’s one of the things people love so much about the series. Love can conquer all, even though you might have to kill a few demons here or there to get to that point.

“Because you asked him to?” “Yes.” “And you’re smiling right now, aren’t it? I can hear it in your voice.” “Maybe.” Maya laughed. “Diana Pembroke, you are falling for that man all over again.” “I am not.” “You absolutely are. And honestly? It’s adorable. He sends you flowers. You pretend to be annoyed. He adjusts based on your feedback. You secretly love it. It’s like a romance novel.” “My life is not a romance novel.” “It kind of is though. Billionaire. Secret plan. Dramatic revelation. Public trial. Separated lovers. Daily flower deliveries.” She was clearly enjoying this. “All you need now is a grand gesture and a confession in the rain.”

“What kind of plans?” I don’t answer. Instead, I lets the robe fall completely, the silk pooling on the floor. My cunt is slick, my juices trickling down my inner thighs, the scent of my arousal thick in the stagnant air. Coles breath comes faster, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts. “Aurora,” he chokes out. My name sounds like a prayer on his lips. I drops to my knees between his spread legs, my breasts nearly brushing his cock. It’s thick, veined, the head already weeping with pre-cum. I leans in, my breath ghosting over the sensitive skin, and he shudders, the chains rattling.