Novel & Cerita Dragon Romance Books

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

,she said softly and put that bag on the bed and left the room. Her heart wasn't in her control as she looked at the open window,she slept for hours, it's night..... She took a deep breath and stood up,her hands shaking as she pulled the piece of cloth out. The paper fell from the bag, she picked up and read it gulping hard. "Just wear it and nothing else, princess Your Master Damien" Blinking her eyes several times looking here and there she wore that black lingerie which was revealing her smooth pale skin. Biting her lips hard in panic went out to see the whole mention empty, she was the only one in that whole damn mantion as Damien ordered everyone to leave because he didn't want anyone t

“My beautiful little dragon. My little mate. You captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on you. I was yours completely and irrevocably from that moment on. My heart began beating for you. I hated that I couldn't protect you from your past, but I vowed the moment I laid eyes on you that I would avenge what they took from you. I almost lost myself avenging you. I was lost! I should have been gone. This world should have been gone and burnt to a crisp, but it's not, and I'm not because of you. You saved me, my little dragon. You brought me back to you which is exactly where I wanted to be. I don't want to be anywhere you're not. You are my everything. You're my home, The place where my heart

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

There are cushions and rugs all around, with naked men and women scattered around, some in groups, others in just couples lost in the throes of lust and pleasure. My eyes flicker to the group that is directly in my view. I recognise the three handsome muscular men who are all making love to one woman. Agnarr’s friends… The scene makes me feel strange. I feel my pussy clench as I watch them and although a part of me tells me to turn away I'm unable to… They say Dragons are a sexually driven race, far more than wolves and vampires… I stare at the foursome before me. Dagnoth lies on the ground, his cock buried in the woman who is sitting on top of him whilst Kaizoran is positioned above her and

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

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Even my hair seemed to regain some of its luster, though it remained thin in places where it had fallen out. Dr. Clarksdale had delivered on his promise of books—a small stack of carefully vetted volumes: a medical text with all the interesting pages removed, a collection of insipid poetry, and a Bible with several books mysteriously missing. Nevertheless, I devoured them, reading passages over and over, finding meaning between the lines where none was intended, creating stories from the spaces where pages had been torn out. I was running my fingers over a paragraph in the Bible, memorizing the texture of the paper, when I heard the door open. The heavy, measured tread told me it was Carlisl

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.