Cozy Romance Mysteries Novels & Stories

With no food inside, she chose to starve rather than leave, still obsessed with marrying into a wealthy family. Darcy's death didn't cleanse her name; in fact, it made her reputation even worse. People dug up her past, exposing her plastic surgery and her sordid past as a mistress who once worked as a hostess. I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

‘GOSH, whatever happened to your brand new trousers?’ Rhiannon asked as soon as Georgie came in later that night. Georgie looked down at the brown stain on the front of her white cotton drawstring trousers, a funny sensation passing deep and low through her belly at the thought of how it had got there. ‘Um … I spilt my coffee.’ Rhiannon’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘Who’d you have coffee with?’ Georgie avoided her friend’s piercing gaze by making a show of emptying her gym bag. ‘It wasn’t a date so stop looking at me like that,’ she said.

I just smiled at her. “No, thank you. I much more love my profession at this moment.” “Oh! really? I can see that you’re an expert when it comes to love.” She grins meaningfully. “Stop that Chantal!” She rebutted without looking. She constantly flips the pages of the documents she’s holding. “How about making love in a soft foam with pillows and sheets,” Chantal said seductively. “I don’t think if I was allowed to answer that by profession.” This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything.

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced. “One more round,” Scarlett yelled, slightly drunk, a big smile on her face. She just couldn’t wait for her mysterious man to show up. Olivia and I were looking forward to meeting the guy who enthralled her so. Scarlett’s sparkling silver dress offset her long, dark hair, which made her seem more petite than she really was. A look that would knock the socks off her lover boy tonight. She was the cuddle bug of our group, despite the fact that she looked like a petite sex goddess. She was beautiful, but it was her warm brown eyes and her kind perso

And now they're trapped together in a territory with a killer, compelled rogues, and blood magic. At least, Hope thinks grimly, the murder mystery will distract from the awkward romantic tension. Then she sees the body, and all thoughts of distraction vanish. The female wolf lies in a clearing, her throat torn open in a precise, surgical strike. But that's not what makes Hope's blood run cold. It's the symbol carved into the ground around her. A circle within a circle, ancient runes Hope doesn't recognize surrounding the body like a cage. "That's a summoning circle," Dante says quietly. "Blood magic used to call something. Something powerful and dangerous."

"I'd keep him if I were you." The shop bell chimed gently above the door as we stepped inside, welcoming us into a cozy room lined from floor to ceiling with books of every imaginable genre. The air carried that familiar scent of aged paper and polished wood that every devoted reader secretly loved, and I immediately felt myself relax even further. An elderly woman arranging books near the front counter looked up with a kind smile before returning to her work, leaving us free to browse without interruption. Dylan wandered toward the history section with Martha, while I found myself drawn almost instinctively toward a collection of classic romance novels tucked into a quiet corner. I ran my f

He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a