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Blackwood Enterprises was written in bold letters at the top. My eyes darted to the open notebook sitting right on his bed. There were notes on "rival syndicate" and "leverage on Victor." They were tied to danger? My heart raced. I heard footsteps and rushed out of the room and right back to mine. My heart was thumping hard when I leaned against the closed door. The phone in my hand buzzing nearly gave me a cardiac arrest. It was only a text message from Damien. "See you at midnight by the pool house or I will come for you."

Hotel Room Chapter 6 Jake's hands sliding up Jannis's arms sent shivers down her spine, causing her breath to catch. With an equally intense look, she tilts her head back and meets his ravenous gaze. "Jake, I want to eat the forbidden fruit tonight. I want to feel the forbidden love's sweetness." Whispered confessions laden with need and love fill her voice as Jannis comes closer to Jake, her curves molding against his strong torso, and her hands find a firm grasp on his chest.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

I hated any other bright colors. My hair was still damp. I heard a car pull into the driveway of our neighbor, Mrs Smith.I walked over to my window and stared out the glass. A woman and the most beautiful girl I had ever seen got out.She had long dark hair.Judging from the way they interacted with Mrs Smith ,I could see they were family. Right then,the beautiful girl lifted her eyes to my window and our eyes locked for a second.I felt a connection .My,I must be crazy if I felt a connection to someone's who name I did not even know.

My fingers tightened around his. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “I think so,” I admitted. “This is just… a lot.” "Aaron and I co-own a BDSM club in the city. We usually have small displays like this when we go on cruises.” The words settled between us and my pulse skipped. I should be overwhelmed. I am. But beneath that—something else sparks. Desire.Anticipation.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

Crazy lady, but I still love her. “Ready for a night filled with romance and popcorn?” Cole asked with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, absolutely! I hope you’re prepared for a heated competition!” I shot back, mischief dancing behind my smile. Our first stop was the local cinema, where we had discovered an old-school drive-in movie showing a classic romantic comedy ‘Anyone But You’. I was touched Cole remember my preference. As we settled in the cozy seats of Cole’s car, a glorious mix of buttered popcorn wafted through the air, its aroma mingling with the fragrance of blooming flowers wafting through the windows.

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

She stays cuddled up next to me as we both settle into the snacks in our hands, eyes glued to the screen displaying the romcom we finally settle on. I have no idea how much time have passed until I see the credits rolling up the screen and I turn to find her already looking at me. "It wasn't so bad for something named Book of love, yeah?" I ask her, wishing she'll stop looking at me like she's started pitying me all over again and is afraid of breaking my fragile, porcelain frame even more. She answers with a nod, her hair slipping and falling into her face. God, if only there's a world where shit didn't happen and she didn't ever have to cry and stays mine forever, what I won't give to esca

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.