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But the unexpected happened. In less than three weeks, Embracing Shadows exploded. First in dark romance communities on BookTok and I*******m. Then in support groups for survivors of domestic violence and trauma. The ratings climbed to 4.8 stars. The book reached the top of the best-seller lists in the adult romance category in Brazil and began to be requested in Latin American countries. Readers — and some male readers — reported finishing the book in one sitting, crying profusely. Maeve watched it all from afar, almost stunned. She continued her normal life: helping at Elias’s academy on Fridays, visiting Luka’s office, cooking for Zion and Matthew, and tending to the garden. But inside he

If sunrise ever had a scent, I would say it was Valentina’s. I flipped through the pages of her notes and inhaled the scent of each page, I wanted Valentina’s scent burnt to my brain. I was looking for more notes when a book toppled and fell out of her bag, landing on my chest. The book was titled “Valentine’s Day.” By “Guillotine” I have seen her clinging unto this particular book before, she went everywhere and anywhere with it. It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

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My mother hasn’t been here in years. And she lets no one in. Pulling out a book, I blow off the dust on the cover. A romance novel. Why does she bother to read this when she will never experience a proper romance with my old rag? Shaking my head, I return the book to its position. My finger drags along the spines, searching for anything that isn’t a romance novel. Why are there so many romance books? I can’t find a book that will be a distraction. Scratching the back of my neck, I lean on the shelf with my legs crossed. This library hasn’t helped with aches in my breeches. Milena’s scent bleeds through the wall. I thought I knew best how to handle my emotions because I’m older.

“I bet you’ve never let yourself just… enjoy something, have you? Not like this.” Her fingers twitch against the textbook, knuckles white. “Chris—” “Shh.” I press my lips to the spot just below her ear, feeling the way her breath stutters. “No thinking. Just tell me yes or no.” My hand drifts higher, slow, giving her time to stop me. She doesn’t. The denim under my palm grows warmer, the muscle in her thigh tensing as my fingers graze the inward curve, just shy of where her legs meet. “I could make you feel so good, Emily. All you have to do is let me.”

She had been sitting in The Tasty Place dinner, tucked in a corner with her head in a book- a novel I had suspected. One of those typical, Pride and Prejudice novels, or whatever the name was that women loved. It didn’t turn me on or off. She had glanced up from her book, not at me but past me. And it had felt like she saw right through me; it blew me away. Her eyes were like emerald green shimmering in the light, the type of eyes you didn’t see an Asian woman with very often. Contacts, I had thought, but that’s the first thing she clarified when I asserted myself and tried to speak to her.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

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