Novel & Cerita Discount Romance Novels

I didn’t know if it was intentional or not, but the move made him look even more irresistible. “I could’ve handled that better,” he continued. “I was flustered because Dylan showed up out of nowhere.” “What’s up with your ex anyway? I didn’t know you were into dudes like that.” He frowned. “What does that mean?” “Men that look like they just stepped off the pages of a corporate magazine.” “What’s wrong with that?” I shrugged. “Nothing. I just didn’t think you were into polished, perfect men.” “Dylan might be a lot of things but he’s a good partner…” He bit his lip. “Well, he was. But yeah.”

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?"

Marilyn Bass thumped through the crowded living room like a second heartbeat, vibrating up my thighs as I leaned against the kitchen island. Damien’s birthday party was in full swing—bodies grinding, laughter too loud, red Solo cups everywhere. I’d slipped in wearing the tight black dress he liked, the one that barely covered my ass and made my tits look incredible. I mean we weren’t really official but everyone sort of knew about our relationship or whatever it was you’d call it.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

you'll be grossly disappointed, I can tell you that for a start! ‘No way!’ ‘Don't be so sure. My fantasies are oldfashioned, Jake. And boringly conventional.’ She shrugged dismissively. ‘I like romance: soft lights, lingerie, sipping champagne. A man who’s gentle and gentlemanly; who'd treat me like a lady ... A man who'd treat me as if this didn’t existl’ She touched her leg, the one that was stretched out awkwardly, and not as straight and relaxed as the other.

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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“To make me something I’m not?” Her chest burned with anger, humiliation, and heartbreak. “I regret marrying you,” she said before she could stop herself. Daniel gave a soft laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Join the club.” She could barely see through the rush of shock. “You’re disgusting.” “I’ve wasted enough of my time on you. Just get out of my car.” He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a sleek, black credit card, and threw it onto her lap. “Get whatever you want. I’ll be back in three hours.”

“I won’t stoop so low to crushing your feelings by playing such a cruel prank on you when I know how much you adore books. I guarantee you that everything in those boxes are romance novels. I did some research on the internet for books I felt you would love. Then I politely asked Liam—” “Politely?” I sent him an accusing look because I didn’t believe he ‘politely’ asked Liam for help. He just mentioning that word made him more suspicious. “As politely as I could, which I believe is far better than how I usually am.” Dante held his chin up like he did something grand that deserves high praise, and I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Poor Liam. “As I was saying, I politely asked Liam for some

I settle across from him, excitement bubbling up at the prospect of discussing my passion. "I read all types of romance novels," I reply with a bright smile. "Hmm, I should've known." He leans back abruptly, retrieving files from his drawer in a dismissive gesture. As he buries himself in the paperwork, something clicks inside me - a flicker of offense at his indifferent "hmm." "Do you have a problem with someone who only reads romance?" I ask carefully. I've encountered supernaturals who view such