Good Mystery Romance Books Novels & Stories

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She pulls her pyjamas on, and once they’re both dressed Rosie takes down the glamour to put it back on the overhang. Caelius had taken the first watch, and was sitting by the fire reading a tattered paperback book. She makes her way over; he smiles up at her and puts a bookmark in and closes his book. “Interesting book?” He smiles, “Yes, actually. It’s a classic, ‘Il nome della rosa’; The Name of the Rose. It’s a murder mystery.” Celine nods, “I’ve had this a while.” She chuckles, and he smiles, “It’s not had an easy life, this book.” She nods,

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

JUNE: I shut the book tight. Fast enough like it was some deadly piece in my hand. What the hell was that? I met Romy's eyes, the wide-eyed girl already knew what she had done. She had slipped the book into my hand right before we boarded the bus for the long trip. “What book is this?” I had asked, eyes fixed on the cover. “Another romance book,” she answered. “Just something to keep your raging mind focused during the trip.”

I lay back slowly, feeling his eyes absorbing me. With touches lighter than feathers, he slowly traced his fingers across my collarbone and along the curves of my breasts. My breath caught in my throat as he traced gentle designs across my skin. He chuckled again, a sound that made me dampen with excitement. Keeping his fingers gently caressing the tender edge of my far breast, he bent down and took the other in his mouth.

he smiled mischievously, humour in his expression, and she felt a sudden warmth spread through her, seeing a side to him that was endearing. “What is your favourite book Genevieve ?” he asked her as he put a piece of bread and cheese in his mouth. “I tend to read books on ghosts and things like that.” He laughed, “Why?” “I guess it’s the mystery of the unknown, the fascination of whether it’s true or not.” “I see what you mean. Everyone loves a good mystery don’t they? Especially to things that we can never really know the truth about.” He looked at her perceptively. Again she felt as though his words held hidden meaning and guilt flooded her at the thought of her true intentions.

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When they finally got into the car and was driving away, Belle couldn’t help remembering how and where their first hot, juicy kiss had taken place and how she had all but fallen way overboard from the impact of the moment. The kiss had hit her with the mighty force of a lightning bolt and she had never forgotten about it. I mean, she couldn’t even if she tried. “Would you like to go somewhere?” he blurted out, interrupting her deepest thoughts and fantasies, throwing her back into the real world. “Yes, of course. I would love to see what secret spots you’ve been hiding or should i say, hiding out in every single time you decide to disappear from me”. “Secret spots? Oh, come on. They are bare

Guilt makes my stomach twist and turn, but I still have every intention of finding out what was in that book, one way or another. You could just ask him, I think. But after our conversation on the beach this morning, when he got upset at me simply for researching him, I have a feeling that won't end well. If anything, I'm afraid it will decrease my chances of learning the truth - if Rafe has something to hide from me, I suspect the book would disappear before I had the chance to look in it again. I hear him enter the room behind me, feel the familiar, pleasurable rush of sensation down my back. How is it that no matter how many questions or doubts I have about him, my body still reacts this

She was already suspecting where the boss's eyes were set. When she left the institute she had mentioned at that moment to young Romero, she was pleasantly surprised when he was waiting for her at the door of her work, with a tempting book in his hand, called, "The Mask of America", a wonderful copy just right for a history teacher. She couldn't say no to his invitation to have a coffee, but before going, she made a crazy condition, which consisted in going downtown by public transportation, because if not, she wouldn't accept the outing; he agreed to that little adventure. It was very funny for her to see the elegant gentleman with the clumsiness of not knowing how to get on a bus, nor know