Great Romance Novels 2020 Novels & Stories

I clicked the link, which took me to one of the news sites. “Rich Author Raises Money for Families in Need,” read the article’s heading. My mouth suddenly went dry, I right myself on the bed. This wasn’t the kind of thing I could look at while lying down. I scanned the article, taking in fragments here and there. Evangeline Snow the reporter said, is a Contemporary romance writer whose novels are New York Bestselling books has started her charity work by raising money for friends facing foreclosure. That had been the year before, and since then she’d organized fundraisers for several other families and has foundations which helps orphaned kids.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

“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.

In its place was something permanent. He kissed me, thorough, claiming, full of promise and started moving again, slow and deep, as the city lights glittered beyond the glass. On his desk, in his office, with his cum already leaking out of me and more on the way, the fake relationship finally, completely, ended. And something real took its place.

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Wrapping my arms around his neck, I push him closer to me, my tongue demanding a dance with his. “Baby girl, I have something for you.” He pulls out a little black box. My heart throbs with excitement. He hands me the box and takes a few steps away from me. My hands quiver as I pry the box open. I gasp at the exquisite ring that sits inside. The enormous emerald sits between two crescent moons, paying homage to our Goddess. “It’s beautiful.” “I was hoping you’d love it. The emerald reminded me of your eyes.” Colin takes the box from my hands and removes the ring.

“We’re building a luxury retreat two towns over. Spa, organic vineyard, you name it. Your land fits the aesthetic. Rustic charm, proximity to our site. I’ll triple what the bank’s holding against you.” “You think you can buy everything, don’t you?” Evelyn growled. “You think because you wear silk and drive pretty toys and flash a checkbook, everyone drops to their knees?” Damien’s voice darkened. “No. I think you’re drowning, and your pride’s the only thing keeping you from grabbing the rope.” She moved so fast none of them saw it coming. Her hand cracked across his face—flesh meeting cheekbone with a satisfying snap. Dante flinched. Luca blinked. Damien… just smiled.

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he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.