Exotic Romance Novels 2012 Novels & Stories

Something with his aura made me feel like I should avoid him as soon as possible. I looked at him when our legs touched each other. He smiled, and I managed to smile back. "You know Snow, the Ecstasy Land...." He talked about Ecstasy Land, some of the history of how it started and random stuff about how they built that idea. His story was barely sinking into my mind. I was trying to listen carefully about the island but I couldn't help but be distracted by his reddish lips. I felt so lucky that I felt how he kiss, lick, and bite. I mean his lips look so luscious. Probably lots of girls were wanting to taste him but yea, I was the lucky one.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

he said before exiting my room. My brows crossed as I watched him walk away. I still wanted to contradict him but my mind was thinking about the mysterious envelope he left. I closed the door when he finally got out of my sight. I then grabbed the envelope and looked at the card inside. My brows crossed more as the red letters sent a growling excitement mixed with confusion on my stomach. I read it again. You are Invited to Ecstasy Land.

“‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’” Riven chuckled darkly, gripping her hips and driving deeper. “Pathetic. Keep going.” “‘…and the… jewelry gifted during the… marriage, excluding… pieces valued over… fifty thousand...ahh, fuck yes!’” He fucked her harder against the glass, one hand reaching around to pinch and tug at her nipples. The city lights blurred in her vision as pleasure built inside her. Every thrust pushed her breasts more firmly against the window, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

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.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

But every step echoed with the same truth: I’d just married the wrong brother… and I couldn’t wait to fuck the right one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The ballroom glittered like a jewelry box, chandeliers dripping light over champagne flutes and laughter. I’d traded the heavy gown for a backless silk with thin straps, thigh-high slit. Julian sat to my right, proud and glowing, hand resting possessively on the back of my chair. Damien sat to my left, calm as a predator who already knows the prey is cornered. His fingers found my bare knee the moment the salads were served. A slow, deliberate circle. I jolted so hard my champagne sloshed.

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