Easy Romance Reads Novels & Stories

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

he looked around to make sure no one else would hear, and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “romances.” She blushed, “I like a good romance novel too.” I smiled, she’s adorable when she blushes, “why are you blushing, do you read the ones with sex in them?” Now her face was beet red as she nodded and buried her face in my shoulder, her head tilted up towards me and I couldn’t stop myself from brushing my lips to her plump pink ones. Her hand wrapped around my neck, and she pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and dam if she didn’t make my toes curl.

I can't imagine a greater freedom than that. The End . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes sizzling romances about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventures. Her other works include His Wicked Games and the Fontaines of Hollywood series. You can find more about her work at EmberCasey.com.

“We will get there, we will get there.” Lucas makes a displeased sound, but I ignore him and start reading from the new romance novel we have started. This one is a bit steamier, and I’m a bit shocked when my heart races at the love-making scenes. I feel ridiculous for reading them out loud to Lucas, but he doesn’t comment on this. He listens to every word I say, and I only stop reading when his breathing slows, and he falls asleep.

Kaya was reading her favourite romance book while leaning against her headboard. It was the time of the night. They both had gotten done with their dinner. He was in his room and Kaya was in hers, so she decided to read her favourite romance book as she was not feeling like sleeping yet. She had read this book before but now it was hitting her differently. It was giving her a totally new feeling because now she had found the love of her life. She loved reading romantic books because she believed in love and when she had finally found her love, reading about love was giving her so many butterflies inside her tummy. She turned the page and now the erotic content of the book began. Even though

I asked, "This is very embarrassing but yes" she said with a smile, the blood in my body went straight to my huge man between my legs, now I did say am not a reader but who doesn't know the kind of staff in Dark romance books?, I couldn't help wondering what she had so far learnt from reading about Sex, I could already imagine how she was going to blow my mind "Its not embarrassing, if you ask me, I think its cute, though I must admit, I didnt picture you being the kind of woman to read such and besides, all the time I saw you reading , it was either a fantasy novel or a children's novel" I explained

I remembered Janine commented, “I have read similar situations like yours in romance novels, but don’t worry. All of them have a happy ending. They endured some pains but, in the end, their sufferings paid off. The men in their lives realized that their feelings and they eventually end up together.” “Janine,” I rolled my eyes, “my life is not a romance novel.” “But you can get lessons from reading these books,” she insisted. “Fine,” I said, “then what advice can I get from these romance novels to make Stuart love me?” “Seduce him to bed and make sure you get pregnant,” she immediately answered. “What?!” both Arlene and I exclaimed. “Believe me, most of the women in that situation ended up

"A... spicy romance." "Spicy romance?" I blinked. "Yeah. Lots of hot scenes. Lots of penance after." She laughed, recovering fast. "By the look on your face, you've never read one, have you?" "Nope." "Wow, Rocco. Such a good boy." I stopped walking, tugged the cuff so she stumbled into me. "I'm not a good boy. I was just too busy living it while you were reading it." My mouth brushed her ear. "And living it pretty damn well, from what I remember."