Fantasy Romance Writers Novels & Stories

Raquel's POV Where do writers get their inspiration? This is the most common question I have been asked for years. I am Raquel Peterson, one of the bestselling authors of romance novels. I am not in a relationship with anyone so people are puzzled where I get my inspirations. I had my first book published when I was twenty and since then I have twelve more books published. I may have found what the readers love and I was able to create a fantasy that they all fall for. My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series.

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

Sorry for the late update this past few months I got really busy because of my task, I try to update even if it's short. To my readers thank you for always reading! I love you and i hope you all doing ok. I try to update once a week so please look forward to it! and also if you find a wrong grammar in my story, I'm still learning and I'm still new about writing so, please don't be so disappointed in me. And I will change the other chapter in this story. That's all. I love you guys! Stay safe guys and don't go outside without a mask and don't rub your fingers into your face!

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

So, this is my second book. My second book is one hell of a billionaire romance. *unbelievably screaming* I would never imagine writing a billionaire romance. Because, first of all, my focus is only for fantasy and paranormal and everything in between. But when I started writing billionaire romances, I realized that I should write more of these; that writing this genre is a delight and a challenge. So thank you my dear readers. If you’ve been able to read this part, thank you so much. If you’ve managed to read only a few of my book’s chapters, thank you as well.

reveals the history of the most terrible necromancer of all time. Silvia Liam is an author of twenty romance fantasy novels both in Russian and English languages. Writing has always been her passion. She enjoys creating romantic stories featuring sweet sensual and passionate characters. Her career as an author started when she was twenty-five years old. Now her books have more than 150 000 reads world-wide. She is married and has two amazing daughters.

She said and she had that wide smile on, her perfectly white teeth almost blinded my eyes. "Yeah, I'm guessing you're a writer." "Yep, fantasy." "Romance." We shook hands and then she paused. "Wait, did we just introduce each other based on the genre we write and not our actual names?" We both giggled. "Yes. That wasn't weird at all." She laughed. "I like you already, let's start this again. I'm Cindy Bellman." "Chloe Fint." We shook hands and we both laughed again. It was like I found a friend, someone I could relate to. We both wrote in different genres but we were still writers and I loved it when the writing community supported each other.

So I stopped holding my breath. Instead, I started writing. Every night after my shift, I come home, peel off the layers of hospital smell, antiseptic, sweat, the faint metallic tang of blood, and sit in my armchair with my laptop. The screen is my portal. My escape hatch. I write werewolf romances because they’re everything real life isn’t. In my books, the girl isn’t overlooked. She’s hunted. Claimed. Worshipped. The alpha doesn’t send a “wyd” text at 2 a.m. He kicks down doors, pins her to walls, and growls things like “You’re mine” in a voice that makes her knees buckle.

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.