Fighter Romance Book Novels & Stories

Rage and longing collided, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed his shirt, fisting it tight, and dragged his mouth down to hers. The kiss was fire and fury, teeth and tongues clashing, both of them pouring every unspoken truth into it. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t sweet. It was war. When they finally broke apart, breathless, Grace’s voice was a rasp. “Damn you, Damien Black.” His lips curved into the ghost of a smile. “Too late for that, Grace. You’re already mine.”

"Do you?" I rose to my feet. The air between us crackled, but he didn't move. "Think I'm dumb enough to let lust fog over strategy?" I growled. Rafael's jaw tightened. "No. But I think you're angry enough. And angry men do stupid things." I balled my fists in my sides. Rafael moved closer. His voice gentled, but sliced even deeper. "She's flame, Rocco. The kind that doesn't just heat you. It burns."

(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

Whether it’s his hand stroking or Dylan’s hips moving, he’s not entirely sure but the movement is faster and hotter and Andre’s seconds from blowing over when he uses his other hand to grip onto Dylan’s hair, “open your eyes, love, want you to see how hard i make you cum.” The fiercest moan Andre’s ever heard rips itself from Dylan’s throat as soon as he looks down at their cocks rutting together in Andre’s hand. The sound and the feeling and the sight of Dylan’s eyes filled with tears of arousal has him coming undone not long after. Andre’s diligent hand stroking them both through it. Pressing the softest kisses to Dylan’s lips, can’t get enough of feeling the hot puffs of air from Dylan ca

Genre: Romance, Mafia. Theme: Dark romance. Setting: The book unfolds in Italy and migrates to Russia, and is set to occur in the 21st century Tone: Dark, wild, and steamy Characters:- Mariana Denaro: Female lead. Alexandr Radimr Vastlav: Mariana’s husband. Alejandro Raes Vastlav: Mariana’s brother in-law and her love interest. Mariano Denaro: Mariana’s brother.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

Her heart was about to break down the rib cage. ''Why are you in such a hurry, dorogoy (sweetheart)?'' The Russian accent was rolling off his tongue. ''If you will resist so much then it will only make me more thirsty for you and the result---- you know what I will do to you.'' He tightly wrapped his arm around her waist and in the light of a lighter, he brought her to the bed while she was resisting with everything she got. ''Who are you? What do you want? Please don't do this. We... we can talk.'' Elysia begged. While her begging was only doing things to him and the tears started to roll down her eyes.