Exotic Romance Authors Novels & Stories

Read the author's note first 1)The Biker's Obsession (Gangster, Ceo and maid romance) 2) A crush I can't date ( Have you all wondered this! Imagine two writers on GoodNovel fall in love! Imagine a writer and a reader like you fall in love ? Then you need to add this book to your library to find out more.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

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:::

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

“I spent my whole life collecting things. Rare art. Companies. Power. But I’ve never found anything as addictive as the way you break when I touch you.” He didn’t give me a chance to argue. He lifted me off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me toward the desk—the same desk where he had claimed me just hours before. He sat me down on the edge, his hands sliding up the silk of my dress until they found the bare skin of my thighs. “Julian…” I gasped as his fingers found me. I was already wet, already aching for him. It was a sickness, a dark obsession that I couldn’t escape.

. And I rode the elevator to his office floor, dick semi hard, already wanting him in his absence. Probably the anticipation. I walked into the quiet publishing building and found his desk on the second floor. Alex looked up from a stack of manuscripts, his face going pale when he saw me. “Marcus? What the hell are you doing here?” he whispered, standing up quickly with his cheeks which were flushed a deep red. I stepped closer, keeping my voice low. “I wanted to see you, Alex. Last night was incredible. You felt perfect.” He glanced around the office, nervously. A few of his coworkers who were packing to go home curiously looked our way. “It was a mistake,” he said with his voice shaking. “

It felt like I was under some sexual inquisition with Remy and Kai as my judges, jury, and executioners, trying to decide which one of them was going to put her out of her misery first. “Remy, you just got divorced!” He rolled his eyes. “It’s been three years, Rene. And there’s been no one serious since Paula. I don’t get around like that.” . “No…You’ll fuck anything in sight!” I pointed He let out a low chuckle. “That’s true. I do have hoes, but I’ve always been safe. If you need an STI panel, I got you. But right now, my focus is on you, Rene. Taking care of you means with or with nothing sexual.” His eyes flew to Kai, who simply smirked.