Exotic Romance Novels 2012 Novels & Stories

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

I had said and Xena had smiled. “I have the right person in mind for you. He is also a platinum card holder and the girls love him because of the day he handles them. Wait for a while so that we can get your room ready," Xena says and I am given a glass of Veuve Clicquot, my favourite brand of champagne. I sip on it and I can feel my vagina start to tremble with anticipation. I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

" That night, back in her apartment, Serena stood enveloped in darkness, watching the city lights shimmer. Her mind was a tumult of thoughts, haunted by the sound of her father's voice, the relentless surveillance, and Elise's bloodied arm. The word 'Integration' lingered in her head. Then there was Damien's intense gaze as he urged her to trust him. She fished out the Designer of the Year gala invitation from her purse. The card was richly embellished, a testament to her achievements. They had tried to exploit her, but now she would let them witness her ascendancy. The next morning, Damien was at the base of her building, wearing a black coat and bearing the toll of sleepless nights under h

I don't want my daughter to feel the same way. While doing nothing in the office, I thought of opening articles for some news. Which I wish I hadn't done because of the first article that popped up in my news feed. ‘Callum Travis Villanueva, a well-known tycoon, was spotted today in an exclusive event with an international model, Xyrene Clemente. The model confirmed that they are dating.’ I immediately closed the article and heaved a deep sigh. Calming myself from bursting out. This fucking asshat! Jerk! Playboy! Damn him!

The thin straps fell on her snowy white and slender shoulders, and her delicate clavicle was tempting. The long, swan-like neck and the beautiful right-angle shoulders were all exquisitely charming. Every part of her was delicate and captivating. She was like a blooming poppy, exuding a dangerous and enchanting charm. With a soft voice, she said, "Mr. Winchester took the initiative to come. Is he ready to stay for good?" Her slender, ivory-like index finger pointed at his heart. She smiled like a seductive little fox, playfully dragging out her tone. "Women in the mountains are tigresses, and when you encounter them, you must stay away..."

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.