Exotic Romance Authors Novels & Stories

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

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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

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Maria De La Cruz, together with Emiliano Romero, left for Paris, they had a convention, illegal, obscure, or usual in them, on narcotics that both continents managed to conquer, wanted to expand to China, but as that market was so difficult, they decided to join forces with the best gangsters in the world and try to get there. Beyond business, the trip was extremely romantic for these two fugitives in love, who never tired of making love, at any time and in any hour, they had tried to participate in orgies with the corresponding narcotics, and she had become the geisha of the meetings, Emiliano Romero felt a little jealous, but not enough to prevent it, since the money they both created was

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My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before I start typing the title. Looking for one of the following. My hands are sweating, but I push through, hitting the content box and starting to type again. Author here! This is going to sound like some crazy-ass request, but I’m at a loss, and I don’t believe all criminals are evil—not entirely anyway. I pause, rereading the line. It sounds ridiculous. It is ridiculous. But I can’t stop now. I keep typing. So, here it is. I want to write a dark romance story. After many flops—not because of my writing, more like people just aren’t interested because my books aren’t different enough—I had another idea.

As I drove aggressively through the city, cutting sharp corners and blaring my horn at slow traffic, my mind drifted back to my last intense experience with a black man I had met at the club. He was big—really fucking big, like a basketball player. I loved my men way, way bigger than my petite frame. Almost every man I had been with fit that powerful description. It was a miracle. Maybe it was because I was so small and everyone towered over me like giants, or maybe it was my secret selective racism mixed with a powerful BBC fetish. Just the words BIG BLACK COCK made my pussy walls clutch greedily like a hot, milking machine, sucking out every drop of pleasure.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.