Novel & Cerita Emotional Romance Books

“…usually it means you were missing something long before they arrived.” The words settled deeply inside her chest. Camila looked at him quietly. Too quietly. The air between them shifted again. Softer this time. Not just physical tension anymore. Something more dangerous. Emotional. Mateo slowly reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear gently. The touch felt intimate enough to make her heart ache. Neither spoke. Neither looked away. And suddenly Camila realized something terrifying. This was no longer just an attraction. She was starting to care about him

It was Brayan and someone else. Could that be his office? But it was on the other side of the house. I made a mental note to ask Elowen when next I saw her. I looked through the shelves searching for the perfect book to read. There were so many and I was confused on the one to choose. Nevaeh always mentioned romance was the best but I knew romance has a lot of cheesy things. I wanted more of action with a bit of romance and lots of erotica. I picked out a worn out book. A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out.

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 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.

I whispered, a little embarrassed by how emotional my voice sounded. He nodded, pressing his forehead to mine again. “Me too… It’s okay. Let go for me.” He kept the same loving pace, only angling his hips so that every stroke rubbed perfectly inside me. The coil in my belly tightened, then slowly, beautifully unraveled. A soft, trembling cry left me as I came, my walls fluttering and clenching around him in gentle waves. Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes — not from pain or intensity, but from how much I felt in that moment.

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

And I didn't help myself either, I constantly fed fears with stories of toxic, manipulative love, how it started always started with flowers and charm, and then, one day, the switch would flip. I promised myself I would never experience that. Romance belonged in stories. Fantasies not real life. Still, I couldn’t deny the memory of his touch. How warm his hand had felt on the small of my back. How perfectly he held me. How one dance ignited sparks across my skin. And my book? It wasn’t helping. The vivid steamy descriptions made me restless, And yet, part of me wasn’t ready to climb out of that mental gutter.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

Eric couldn't hold the feelings that evaporated through his veins, ht lips tasted so sweet that he wanted more of her, to feel her body so close to him as nothing else matter to him than making love for the first time to the woman he loves, the woman his heart has acted nothing but crazy towards him. He let go of her lips and planted kisses on her neck, slow and compassionate with his arms wrapped around her. Genevieve let out a soft moan, a great feeling filled her at just the touch of his lips on her skin. Her body began to burn too hot, her heart about to explode with the great love that filled her heart. She laid on the bed and watched him come on her, his lips still on her neck making h

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::