Cute Romance Books Without Spice Novels & Stories

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

• The emphasis of the novel is on the romance, which means that the concentration of sugar, fluff, and smut is higher than the concentration of mystery & adventure. • Lots of fluff. • Warning! Expect occasional explicit, kinky smut. (╹ڡ╹ ) Slightly spoiler-ish info below: • It is one-on-one pairing. MC is the bottom, ML is the top. No messy love triangles. No angst. • ML and MC don't have previous memory of each other from previous worlds so they are always falling in love anew.

" As she choked Jasmine,green and purple veins popped up on her neck. Jasmine found it next to impossible to breathe. She glanced over at Lucia, who had a sly smile on her face. Some relationships make you grow, and others end you. Author's Note. Hi sweeties. As we say goodbye to this novel (the best nine months of my life[ it's practically my baby, lol]). I would like you to check out my other novels. * Loving you Forever (enemies to Lovers) My Pesky Boss (Love at First Sight) * I do (bad boy/good girl) Same penname (Rophine writes) Add to your library, read, and please comment. When you comment, you make me the happiest because I know time is precious, and you used that on my work. Thanks

“As many as you want.” “That’s not—” “I’m serious. Go.” I moved through the narrow aisles and let my fingers trail over the spines. Some were cracked leather, others smooth paperback, the new ones still crisp and unbroken. I found myself in the romance section because of course I did. The covers were ridiculous with their shirtless men and promises of happy endings I’d stopped believing in. “These any good?” I jumped. Nate stood close enough that I caught the scent of cedar. “I don’t know. Haven’t read them yet.”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, expensive cigars, and the cheap, thrilling musk of a woman who wasn't my wife. Beatrice, my wife's younger sister, stood by the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound classics. She was wearing a dress that was a direct insult to Bianca-shorter, tighter, and cut so low it was practically an invitation for a lawsuit. She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd been doing it for years.

So to get away from him, I put my job search on hold, bought a plane ticket, and flew straight to the beach. … I grew up in a landlocked city. I had never seen the ocean in person. When Ryan and I got married, we had planned to spend our honeymoon at the beach. But his work got in the way, and the plan fell apart. After that, he promised to take me a hundred times. It never happened.

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

Maybe he was a fan of Fifty Shades. He could have learned all the moves from the book. Paige glanced at Chris. He did not seem like the type to read erotica. Perhaps the book was his bible. Paige lifted the covers and looked at Chris smoking. Then, it dawned on her. Chris did not have a tobacco addiction. He did not really smoke. However, he enjoyed a puff or two after their bedroom fun. Paige asked Chris nervously, “You respect the old and care for the young, right?”

But Crescent and I have not had a whiff of my mate's scent, nor did we feel any connection to anyone we had just met. As my wolf whimpered for me to go back, I pulled myself together and opened the library doors and inhaling the scent of old parchment, books and dust. I hoped my mate would smell like this because it was intoxicating. Settling down on one of the bean bags, I grabbed the nearest book and started to flip through the pages, to my luck it was a book about humans, actually more like a romance book with humans starring in it.