Doctor Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Except to moan and repeatedly whisper Lucas's name amidst passionate lovemaking. *

Dante pulled out and stroked himself, shooting thick ropes of cum across my ass and back with a deep groan. We collapsed together breathing hard, his arms pulling me against his chest as we caught our breath. The connection felt real now, no more pretending. We talked softly after, bodies tangled under the blanket. He admitted how he’d noticed me for years, how lonely his bed had been, how giving in to this felt like a second chance he didn’t deserve but craved. I told him the same, how his strength made me feel wanted in a way Jake never could. The storm had eased a bit by morning but we stayed close all day, stealing touches, sharing more stories by the fire and in his bed where he took me

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

“Who are you and what have you done with the girl who wanted nothing to do with bad boys?” “Nothing… happened, okay?” “Nothing?” I repeated flatly, arching a brow. “Yes, nothing.” She paused. “I mean, we kissed, but—” “Nova!” I tried to laugh but all it did was make my head pound. I wasn’t against Nova having anything with Nolan. They were both adults, and I wasn’t territorial about my husband’s family—Alaric wasn’t even my real husband. I just hoped that whatever was going on between them wasn’t something they were going to regret, whether or not it would blossom into something more.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU

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?"

Always that gnawing question. Is it real... or just another piece in the game? I wrapped my arms around myself, watching the dress slip slightly from my shoulder. The bite of the fabric reminded me of the dance. When his hand had wrapped around my waist. When the room had blurred, leaving only his touch and those molten eyes focused on me like I was the only thing that existed. Like I belonged there. The dance had silenced the whispers, Valentina’s venom, the murmurs of a fake marriage, all of it wiped clean the moment Dante Rizzo pulled his wife onto the floor with that steel-jawed look that dared anyone to speak again.

“Why have I never heard of this?” “I went there during summer holidays, since I needed money at that time. My father was just laid off, and my mother was down with leukemia.” Myka gave a self-deprecating smile. “Sounds cliche, doesn’t it? Most female leads in romance novels have the exact same tragic story as mine. They sell their bodies to get money for their family members, and then they run into domineering CEOs. “Unfortunately for me, I’m not you nor those female leads. I didn’t run into Kieran and Titus. I sold myself to an old man for money.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi