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"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

I got a really good job that paid well but I quit because my boss was racist and didn’t like that I was mixed race. Ace asked about my working experience and asked me a few more questions. From the look on Ace’s face, I could tell that I was nailing the interview. He was impressed with me. But I was still thinking about yesterday. “Miss Snow I would like to ask a few more questions before we wrap up.” “Ok. Please go on.” “Why the hell didn’t you kiss me yesterday?” He asked, my mouth fell wide. “What? What has this got to do with the job?”

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back. Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to. I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restless. I needed water, I decided, standing up and limping toward the kitchen. My ankle was still healing, and every step reminded me of t

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram CastielLj for updates on my works ;) xx P.S. This book will be a lot longer than my previous ones.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

She asked me, and I looked down at my plate, not knowing how to break it out to her. I was indeed a writer and I have written three books in my College times and before I got married but it was based on the romantic story between different species and well, we can say that it was a lot controversial. Though I have millions of active readers reading it, I can't bring out my name like this. I am sure the alphas and Lunas won't appreciate it when they'll come to know that their infamous Luna Woods is the author behind those books that include interspecies romance and incest.

I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times. "Don't thank me, I doubt you will make it. You will be disqualified before the interview even starts." The receptionist said. I erupted out of my thoughts when I heard her said those words. I took a quick look at myself and hell yeah, she was right. But I've come all the way here from greentown, it was about two hours drive to the city. Definitely going back now would be insane. Me coming for an interview dressed up like a whore is probably the most insane thing. But I'm here now, I better get rejected instead of backing out.