Female Romance Novelists Novels & Stories

“But it doesn’t matter what I want.” Benedicta stepped closer. “It matters to me.” She kissed Joanna again, slower this time but Joanna tried to pull back. Benedicta followed, pressing her against the desk, hands already sliding under her blouse. The risk made every touch sharper. Joanna gave in with a low sound and kissed her back hard. Joanna turned Benedicta around and bent her over the desk again. She shoved the skirt up, found her already wet, and pushed three fingers deep in one thrust. Benedicta moaned, forehead pressed to the wood.

What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

But at the same time, she didn't know what to do about it. Dana was fast approaching thirty-one, and yet she embarrassingly lacked sexual experience. Her maiden voyage, so to speak, with Nathan was her one and only attempt at lovemaking. Not because she didn't desire sex or intimacy,. She just hadn't found anyone else who drew her in the twelve years she'd hidden. Inexperience, however, didn't mean she was completely clueless. She'd taken to reading romance novels and erotica. She became quite adept at masturbation, touching herself in a quick frenzy that didn't completely satisfy her. However, a self-induced orgasm was one thing, a mind-shattering experience like the one she remembered at N

I assured her. "It's been seven years. Two thousand five hundred and twenty days, approximately. That's a whole lot of time" She muttered. "You must be really smart to have all that figure in your head. You lost me at two thousand" I mumbled but Alisa seemed to have heard me cause she chuckled. "So, what novel are you reading, princess? I hope you're not a romance freak" I tried to change the subject. She chuckled. "I wouldn't call it romance. The characters lack the drive and the very essence of the book is negligible. The writer seemed to have made sex the only purpose of the characters and even at that, the scenes are very disappointing. I wouldn't even call it erotica".

Which could only mean one thing. She was staying with Moreau. The thought ignited a bitterness I hated admitting was still there. Questions churned endlessly through my mind. Had she been lying to me all along? Did she love him? And the question that cut deeper than all the rest— Had he experienced her in that way? Nova had never been openly affectionate; at least not sexually. She’d always seemed distant, reserved, boring. It was one of the many reasons I’d drifted toward Tanya. Tanya was confident, assertive, fun…everything Nova wasn’t sexually.

Soft. Sweet. Addictive. God. I wanted her more than I should. More than was safe. And the worst part? It wasn’t only lust. If it were just lust, this would’ve been easier. But Isabella made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years. Things I buried a long time ago. The last woman who made me feel this way was Selene. Amelia’s mother. My jaw tightened instantly at the thought of her. That woman nearly destroyed me once.

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

What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel? I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has

"Is it because they enjoy the romance these books talk about?" "I think so. Every time my girlfriend reads such novels, she says how good the male protagonists are and how envious she is of the female protagonists." Liang Fang could not help complaining. His girlfriend always compared him to the male characters in novels. "Envious of the female protagonists in novels?" Ye Wenming murmured. 'What about Qianyun... Is she also envious of the female protagonists in novels when she reads them?' After Liang Fang left his office, Ye Wenming continued flipping the pages and reading the novel.

Beside him was Seraphina, his wife, a woman of sharp angles and even sharper intellect, currently dressed in a slip of silver silk that looked like liquid moonlight. Across from them sat Dominic and Valerius. Dominic was a man of rugged, broad-shouldered power, his white shirt unbuttoned to the mid-chest, while Valerius was his perfect foil-lithe, elegant, with a gaze that seemed to strip away the clothes of everyone he looked at. They had been friends for years, a circle of elite power and beauty, but tonight, the friendship was merely a mask for the carnal hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface of their double dates for months.