Detective Romance Novels & Stories

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

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

I ask, pulling my hand out of the pocket of my jacket. He shakes his head with a grimace. "Blood, Andi. I see a lot of blood," "I meant about the crime," Clearing his throat, he amends his answer. "Strangulation, bondage around the wrists, and a whole lot of gunshots," I nod. "Whoever did this was pretty pissed off," "I'd say way more than pissed off, but yeah," "Detective Smirnov," someone calls. I turn to see one of the CSI techs waving me over. "Could you take a look at this, please?"

My dad, Mia, things could've gone differently for him. But in some odd, messed up way, it worked out for the best for me at least. Because the sexy ass detective who was on his case, became the man of my dreams. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The END. . . . This marks the end of SADAM guys I'm broken up and so happy at the same time. I reaaaaalllllly hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I cant explain my gratitude for each and every one of you. -Anna

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

It was a black card with the name Romano written on it. “A Romano?” The lady in dark shades pulled down her shades and looked at Alex. Then she gasped. “Oh—look who it is.” She grinned. “Detective Alex D'Angelo,” she said with a mocking tone. “Detective Carla,” Alex said with a frustrated sigh. “Heard you got the case. Congrats.” She smiled. “How's life with the Romanos? Playing errand boy now?” she taunted with a chuckle. “Stay out of this, Carla.”

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

But instead of saying something, she pointed to the window,trembling with fear still. But when Azrick opened the thick curtains, there was no one there. It was as if the person tormenting Auria simply disappeared. His face was red and his ears looked like steam would be released from it if not for him taking a deep breath, Azrick put down the pen and paper and looked at the still trembling actress, helplessly clinging to his assistant who was diligent in trying his best to calm the woman. He thought back to the incident as Auria told the. “Auria,” he called the name of the woman, “Do you perhaps have a past lover who has yet to move on?” Azrick blurted out, his mouth without any filter nor a

“So you need to stop apologizing everytime.” He pulls out slowly and I wince at the emptiness, watching him reach for a paper towel from the small basket beside the blanket. He cleans me carefully, gently, before lying down beside me and pulling me into his side. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. “Roman,” I say quietly. “Mm.” “The detective came to talk to me tonight. At Anaya’s party.” His whole body goes still.

I smiled at him and put my chin on his chest, while our gazes intertwined. “Do you like what you see?” He asks me with that rabbit smile. “I love it.” I take the cigarette from his mouth and press it against my lips, suck on it, and then let the smoke escape from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips, he couldn't express how sexy this was, smoking the same cigarette, sharing DNA, and even sharing a bed. “So you smoke?” He asks me as he slowly runs his right hand over my ass, squeezing it tightly, while I just gasp.