Curvy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Hot cum splattered across my stomach and tits. Now it was Devon's turn. He pulled his length from my mouth and took Hans place. Now Devon knelt between my legs. “I haven't had my turn inside you yet," he said, positioning his tip at my entrance. "But first..." He took my hand, guided it to my mouth, watching as I licked my fingers clean of their mixed fluids. “Good girl.” He lifted my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and entered me slowly. A different angle than Hans and Mitch. He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls.

“Later. Right now I want round two in the next aisle.” We fixed our clothes quickly, but his cum was already running down my legs as we moved deeper into the stacks with our books. We tried to study for ten minutes. Then his hand was back under my skirt. “Alexander,” I whispered, spreading my legs under the table. “You’re insatiable.” He fingered me slowly while we pretended to read. I came quietly on his hand twice more before we gave up completely. We fucked once more in a dark corner. I went down on my knees sucking him deep, then he bent me over again and took me from behind until I was a trembling, cum-filled mess.

It looks like a library but she said it was just a room for books that wasn't for the public to casually buy. I opened some book and saw that it was full of romance stories. 'Action is better.' But what could these romance books have that many women likes to read these? They have the same story anyways. As I was flipping the pages of a book I casually picked up, the woman from the counter earlier went back inside the room holding two thick books. "Sir Jean, I have the books you wanted." "Thank you." "May I ask a question, sir Jean?" I nodded at her question.

He broke the kiss and moved back, his eyes anxiously searching her face. “OK?” he said. “OK,” she whispered. “Aidan…” “Yeah, baby?” “I can breathe again.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Aidan and Gabi’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Gentle Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #4) Mac and Mirrie’s story, is the next book and it’s for sale here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to please check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.