Doctor Romance Books Novels & Stories

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

Chapter 26 Angela's POV The weird man's reaction got me more and I turned my head back to the doctor. "Engaged?" I asked again, wanting to be sure I heard that right. I just met this disrespectful man yesterday and we were already engaged? I turned back to Darius glaring hard at him. "What is he talking about?" I mouthed at him. "Well… I tried to explain to you yesterday, but you said you did not want to know," he explained and a scoff left my mouth immediately.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Your husband probably thinks you're too old for this. Bet he's never seen you this soaked. Never heard the way you moan when someone else is in control.” He was right. So fucking right. I had never gotten this wet for my husband. I do get wet, though, but not dripping like this. It was because he never did foreplay. He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now.

Even if he was mad at me. “If this will get you to finally leave me alone, then I’ll tell you,” he continued, his voice edged with annoyance. “Dylan and I are broken up. I didn’t cheat on him and I’d never do that to anyone. And yes, you were a rebound. That was all you were that night. A convenient distraction. An escape. Satisfied now?” His words had the intended effect. Fire lit up in my veins, licking through my entire body dangerously. He wanted to make me angry, as angry as I’d made him, and he was definitely succeeding.

"Yes. Hi. You're Edward?" "That's me. Owner, manager, and occasionally the guy who fixes the broken coffee maker." He shook my hand. "Thanks for coming in. Want to take a walk around while we talk?" "Sure." He led me through the store, pointing out sections. "We're organized pretty traditionally. Fiction, non-fiction, young adult, children's. But we also have some specialty sections based on what sells well here." We turned a corner and I stopped. An entire wall dedicated to romance. And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private.