Cozy Romance Mysteries Novels & Stories

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.

“You’re one of those conspiracy people.” “I am,” she said proudly. “Thank you for noticing.” I poured tea into mugs and added sugar, too much, as usual. Bailey watched, horrified. “Sweet tea,” she said, sounding like she’d discovered a crime. “You’re a sweet tea person.” “Yes,” I said, defensive on principle. Bailey leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We start a book club.” I blinked. “What?” “A book club,” she repeated, like it was obvious. “For romance. Specifically romantic fantasy. Specifically.” she lowered her voice again, conspiratorial “ the ones with wolves.”

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

When they finally got into the car and was driving away, Belle couldn’t help remembering how and where their first hot, juicy kiss had taken place and how she had all but fallen way overboard from the impact of the moment. The kiss had hit her with the mighty force of a lightning bolt and she had never forgotten about it. I mean, she couldn’t even if she tried. “Would you like to go somewhere?” he blurted out, interrupting her deepest thoughts and fantasies, throwing her back into the real world. “Yes, of course. I would love to see what secret spots you’ve been hiding or should i say, hiding out in every single time you decide to disappear from me”. “Secret spots? Oh, come on. They are bare

She slid into the bed as if nothing had happened, clutching the sheets to her chest even though she wasn’t cold. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Was he investigating her? Why? And why did the thought hurt more than it should? When Damien finally appeared, his expression was a calm mask, the kind of unbothered ease he wore at board meetings. He poured her coffee like it was any other morning. “You were up early,” he said lightly. “So were you,” she replied, studying him carefully. He didn’t miss a beat. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many calls to make.”

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“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

The bookshelves on either side of the fireplace were newly painted in cream, against a dramatic dark green wall. She’d done that too, and had been delighted with the Homes and Gardens effect. He barely glanced at anything. ‘Do sit down,’ she said, indicating the sofa. ‘Can I get you a coffee or something? And no, it’s not instant,’ she added, seeing his give-away hesitation. ‘Coffee’s fine. Dark brown, no sugar.’ Only when she reached the sanctuary of the kitchen did she realize how erratically her heart was racing. Not just because he was there, but because those boat-burning matches were lost for ever.