Curvy Romance Books Novels & Stories

"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."

The house was well-lit inside, and the curtains on the first floor were left open. She could clearly see what was going on inside the villa. There was someone lying on her favorite recliner by the window. However, that person was not Cedric. Misty's heart sank. It was a woman with a graceful figure and flowing blond hair. She was holding a book with her well-manicured hands, lazily flipping through the pages. At that moment, a tall figure emerged from the kitchen. Misty's heart skipped a beat as instinctively hid behind some bushes. She watched as the topless Cedric approached the French window and smilingly took the book from the woman.

With my phone dangling in my hand, my gaze moved slowly around the space until it landed on the study table by the window. There were stacks of books, notebooks with pens thrown into a ceramic mug shaped like a cartoon bear. Curiosity nudged at me and against my better judgement, I stood and walked over. The first thing I noticed was the genre of the books. It was Forbidden Romance. Smirking, I picked one up. The cover was dramatic; dark silhouettes, a man in a suit looming behind a woman who looked simultaneously terrified and intrigued. I almost laughed as I flipped it open. Within seconds, I was scanning lines that felt familiar, making me huff quietly.

The auburn one pulled me up, her lips crashing into mine, tasting herself on me, while the curvy one pressed against my back, her hands roaming my ass, fingers teasing my tight hole. “Inside,” the auburn one whispered, leading me to the cabin, her ass swaying hypnotically. The curvy one followed, spanking me with each step, making me whimper. Inside, they stripped completely, their bodies a feast—auburn’s lean muscles, curvy’s full hips—and pushed me onto a fur rug by the fireplace.

She shivered at his words, legs trembling, but nodded. Because tonight, Emily didn’t want gentle romance. She wanted to be ruined. And Cole looked like he was about to ruin her in ways she’d never recover from.

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

Carlisle was easier than the alternative. Carlisle was warmth and certainty and the specific devastating pleasure of a body that had been awake for weeks and was not willing to go back to sleep, and all of that was louder than the stone in my stomach when I was inside it, when his hands were on me, when the library firelight was the only thing in the world.

“Never again. Never again. I promise you.” “We're forever, right, babe?” “Right.” Mirrie rested her hands on his bare chest, felt his heartbeat speed up under her fingertips. “Forever – and maybe even a bit longer.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Mac and Mirrie’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Secret Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #5), Curtis and Tessa’s story, is the next book and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Sariel's point of view We're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy. "Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?"

I ran to the romance shelf first and started checking from side to side and I still did not see anything. I sighed in confusion because I had thought that I was going to see the clue in the romance section. I went to the section for fantasy books and I kept checking each side of a book, my eyes caught on a very attractive cover and I smiled before pulling it out. The cover was so beautiful and I read the title, 'Curse Of The Wolves'. It was written by my favorite author in the world, Jane Doe. I had read all of her books and all are a masterpiece and I had no doubt that the one I held in my hands was going to be a great read as well.