Exotic Romance Novels 2012 Novels & Stories

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

I fled the room as if the hounds of hell were at my heels, heart hammering, thighs embarrassingly slick. --- The summons didn’t stop. The next day he called me to clean his chambers. The room was almost spotless — only a few books out of place and pillows slightly askew — yet he made me clean it twice under the weight of his stare. His scent, dark pine and warm musk, wrapped around me until I felt dizzy and aching. By the time I finished, my nipples were tight against my dress and heat throbbed low in my belly. He dismissed me only after I caught him inhaling deeply, as if drinking me in.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

He let it come. When I finished the room was quiet. "She was watching me before Meridian," he said slowly. Meridian was the name of his first company. The one he had built from almost nothing at twenty-four years old. The one that had folded three bigger competitors before he sold it and used the money to build Blackwood Global. "I think so," I said. He was quiet for a moment. Then he said: "Elena Marsh." The name moved through the air between us like something physical.

But even as she spoke her mind flickered to **Brock**-what would he be doing, thinking about the quiet confidence that had drawn her to him in the first place? Meanwhile, Jasmine ever the sassy one among her sisters had been captivated by a travel writer who spoke to her about different places; the man was filled with life and vigor. Yet as she laughed along, she just could not help but think of Alexander. Alexander had stirred something in her, a feeling of mystery and danger, coursing through her heart, until he lay next to her, coursing in her very soul. But was she the only woman feeling this about him? A flicker of jealousy emerged with the thought and she quickly brushed aside the feel

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

His tiny caged cock, locked in a pink steel chastity cage for four straight months now, leaked constantly whenever she even whispered about her plans. It was Cindy’s 29th birthday. She had rented out the entire top floor of an exclusive rooftop club in Manhattan that catered to the city’s most discreet high-end swingers and kink community. The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights.