Novel & Cerita Good Romance Series Books

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Life wasn't fair, Nessa’s gossip wasn't fair and she was going to pay for it, my attraction to her wasn't fair, nothing in life was. “I know.” My thumb swept across her cheekbone, slowly. “But you’re stronger than they are. You’ve always been stronger.” And I hoped with all my heart that should remain stronger for a little more time. Her breathing went ragged. She didn’t move away and didn’t even blink. The air between us suddenly turned sharp, dangerous. Her lips parted, and my gaze dropped before I could stop it. God, she was close so fucking close enough that if I leaned in, I’d be kissing her like ice dreamt of all day, all weekend.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

It is hard to stay positive when over ten-thousand words are erased in one file. I hope you are patient with me and keep this book in your library, as I promise to return soon with more episodes. Please, don't forget about me or Fated to the Queen. Until then, if you are still interested in supporting me as an author, try my other GoodNovel. It's a dark romance that turns sweet, with the female lead experiencing character growth and sexual discovery. I Promise Queen Kimarhi and her fated will return, and when that happens, you will get to meet Imagyn.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

She felt the blood rush to her cheek, and suddenly the room became very warm. She decided to let it go. She had no hunger pangs now, and she could cross that path when she came to it. She hoped he would be by her side then. Besides, deep down, she didn’t really care that much about feeding, or vampires, or swords, or any of it. What she really wanted to know was about him. Or, really, how he felt about her. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him. Why did you risk it all for me? Was it just to find the sword? Or was it something else? Once you find your sword, will you still stay with me? Even though romance with a human is forbidden, would you ever cross the line for me?

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

There were no visible walls, just rows and rows of books. I made my way to where the tables and chairs were set out for readers, and found Asher and Thea already there. The library was currently deserted which I suspected Asher had made sure of. He looked up and nodded his head out of respect. “Alpha.” Thea gave me a weak smile as I greeted her. We’d barely begun and I already felt awkward. “Tell me what you’ve been looking at Asher.”

As dawn broke, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, filling the castle's passages with her giggles for the first time as he rushed her to bed. ### That concludes Aria and Troy's story...but obviously Aaron's is far from over. Read on to find out what happens next to The Casanova of Caines in the epilogue. Updates for book three, You, Me, Her and Him will commence directly thereafter. If you read books one and two and felt I did Aaron an injustice, please read book three. I promise you won't be disappointed. I more than made up for it.