Dangerously Yours Book Novels & Stories

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

Something deeper. Something dangerous.

“That's good. Since you like him so much.” “Yeah, but I am a little scared,” her eyes filled up with uncertainty. “There is nothing to be scared about, hun. Give it a go, do what your heart wants.” “Thank you.” She threw me a chef's kiss. I smiled. The rest of the night went on quietly. Most of the quietness came from inside my head. I was torn between emotions. I broke my friend’s trust. Damian hurt me by offering me money for sex, and there was no one I could talk to about this. Everyone would probably judge me.

"His security team once hospitalized someone who tried to break into his house. The guy wound up a months-long coma with broken ribs and a shattered kneecap. It's impressive, but I wouldn't say he's perfect." Only Sloane would think putting a guy in a coma was impressive. "Trust me, I know. I'm not the one you have to convince," I muttered. Not that Dante's notorious ruthlessness mattered to my family. He could shoot someone during rush hour in midtown Manhattan and they'd say the person deserved it. "I don't understand why you agreed to any engagement at all." Sloane shook her head. "You don't need your parents' money. You can marry who you want and there's not a thing they can do about t i

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

I hate that it still feels like home, I try to hold onto the anger. I try to remember my sister. My brother. My mother. But my body betrays me, my resistance weakens and my movements slow. The fight in my wrists turns into trembling instead of pushing. His kiss softens slightly. Not possession now or dominance, but something rawer, something breaking. My breathing shifts. And despite everything — Despite the war, the lies, the blood, the threat — I melt. Just a little. Because I still love him. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

The more I listened, the angrily I got and I certainly don't want to slap him because I'm scared that I might get fired and then I'll have to return to Florida. So I decided to walk away, quickening my pace as I did that but he seemed to notice because he was running after me and even yelling my name in the parking lot. I tried to remember where Sean said he was and also try to outrun this crazy bastard. But he was getting faster and I was feeling really scared. I don't know when I bumped into Sean but when I did, I felt really happy. I immediately melted into his arms and he caught me. This perfume soothed me and made me feel safe.

"I don't need you making every decision for me. I don't need you forbidding me from speaking to someone." Christopher's jaw tightened, his fists curling at his sides. For a long moment, he didn't speak, just breathed heavily, as though fighting a battle inside himself. Finally, he said, low and rough, "This isn't about control. This is about keeping you safe. Darius is poison. And if you let him close, he'll drag you down with him. I can't-" His voice cracked slightly, though he masked it with steel. "I can't let that happen to you." Something in his tone tugged at me, pulling me between anger and ache. "Chris..."

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

Only his friends know about his womanizing ways) Here in New York nandu and Ayesha board flight.. Malhothra empire: Manik is making out with his so called new slut after his tiring day.. There is one secret room behind Manik's bookshelf in Manik's cabin where he brings his new sluts..He is enjoying his make out session still planning for his revenge for the injustice happened to him unaware of the storm entering his life who is not only going to mess up his plans and revenge but also going to change him to a good human which he was eight years back..