Detective Romance Novels & Stories

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just spoiled the romantic moment she was about to have again. "Thank you" she said and quickly shut the door with the box of pizza in her hand. "You didn't cook dinner?" Dennis asked, walking closer to her as she placed the box of pizza on a table in her living room. "Yes" she briefly replied, still realizing what just happened but the thought alone delighted her so much. "Are you hungry?" She turned at him and asked him. To her surprise, she found Dennis standing so close to her that their nose met. Dennis' eyes were filled with desire for the woman he loves, deep inside him, he could feel the love in his heart growing into deep passion th

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

She lost her balance, and he steadied her against his chest. The soft, feminine scent of her perfume had him mesmerized. It was layered and somewhat seductive. He couldn't get enough. Harper looked up at him with a sheepish smile that made his sense of protectiveness stir. He wondered for a second if she was doing this on purpose. Yet when she wobbled slightly, a flash of pain across her face, he shrugged off the thought. "Why are you here, detective?" She finally said. "Reyes," he intoned. "I'd prefer if you called me that."

Taking her hand in mine, I lay a small kiss on it and entwine our fingers together. “Wow. You two are really in love, huh?” The detective asks in wonderment. A giggle escapes Sophia as she bites her bottom lip and gives me a mischievous smile. I quirk my brow in bemusement as I look toward him. “Are you always this inquisitive detective?” He lays his white coffee cup down on the table’s shining surface and replies. “Yes, I am. And since you saved my ass, I think you should start calling me Colin.”

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Ryder adds, giving away an airtight alibi, that's for sure. Detective Roland doesn't even flinch at their words. "I am not accusing anyone of anything. You are here for questioning, not for a trial. Everyone just relax, please. I am not going to entertain the idea that some twenty-something young woman managed to kill off fifteen grown men and then left her clothes behind at the scene." I relax, but not fully. If they don't think I did it then why would they have to speak to me? Dante seems to relax as well, his hand finding mine. Ryder kisses my cheek and the detective watches all three of us in our normal behavior, his eyes framed in heavy confusion.

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Harriet closed her eyes as I placed the recorder in the middle of the table and started, "You have written three books, all romantic thrillers, which were bestsellers. What inspired you to write these books?" "It's simple. Ever since childhood, I had been watching all these crazy murder mystery movies and reading books about 'em. So, they kind of helped me create this entire universe with a hint of romance, which I am a sucker for. My dad inspired my central character, Marshall the detective, who is also the lead romantic interest. So, yeah!" Even her accent was a little rusty. Her eyes were sparkling as she talked about her father. I wasn't sure if I was paying any attention to what Harriet