Cozy Mystery With Romance Novels & Stories

Then, without a word, she slowly turned toward the kitchen and picked up her coat from the chair. She looked over her shoulder, the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. “You’re buying,” she said quietly. Fabian’s heart leapt, and a slow, relieved smile spread across his face. “Gladly,” he replied. The restaurant was one of the city’s most well-known spots—elegant but comfortable, with soft lighting, clinking glasses, and the quiet hum of conversation filling the air. Fabian and Cassandra were seated at a cozy table near the window, the glow of a candle flickering between them as they browsed the menus.

The scent of fresh roses lingered in the air as I made my way toward the small stone pathway leading to the garden. Then I heard it. A low, deep voice rumbling through the stillness. Leonardo. And a giggle. Denise. I slowed my steps, my curiosity piqued. Leonardo wasn’t the kind of man you associated with softness or warmth. He was a force—intimidating, cold, and dangerous. But as I neared the clearing, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. Denise was curled up on his lap, her tiny fingers gripping the edge of a book as he read to her.

All in all, he was oddly easy on the eyes. “This is my friend, Missy. She’s also the owner of this house,” Cindy said with a hint of defensiveness. “Clearly she’s not the owner,” the stranger said in an arrogant manner that reminded me of Amelia. “I wouldn’t have been able to enter if Maryanne was dead.” “I’m her daughter,” I explained, nervously. “I’m in charge when she’s not here.” “I see,” he cooed as he leaned close and inhaled. “You’re fairy. How nice.”

"They already know all your weird habits and like you anyway." "You've been reading too many romance novels," I said, leading toward the door. "I've been reading exactly the right amount, thank you very much." She pushed the door open, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk. The night air hit my face with a refreshing coolness after the warmth of the coffee shop. "Well, this was surprisingly not terrible," Hazel said, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck. "Jackson turning out to be hot was an unexpected plot twist." "You're incorrigible," I laughed, adjusting my purse strap on my shoulder.

I also felt bad for the small wolf dog on the leash. Clarissa pulled the corner door to The Roaming Bean open and a bell tinkled to welcome us in. The cozy space had a bohemian vibe, mismatched sofas and coffee tables were scattered around, and a wall of coffee was sorted by location displaying different names, some from packs I had heard of and others from human lands. Even though it was spring, there was a chill in the air, but a fireplace in the front kept the space toasty. Wooden stairs in the back led to a lofted area above the counter area.

She barely realized her mug had tipped and the liquid spilled onto the ground. "I've wasted your coffee," Cruz whispered in her mouth. "No problem. There's more where that came from." She stepped back away from him, aware of how easily he aroused her and cognizant of their surroundings. "Later, Cruz." "And that is a promise." By the time she reached the back steps he was already embroiled in giving directions to someone else. Shea smiled to herself. He was a man who focused completely on whatever he was doing. Last night he had certainly been completely focused on her. The memory of their lovemaking sent a surge of heat through her body.