Epic Romance Books Novels & Stories

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

“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.

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.