Irish Romance Novels Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

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.

Iris’s POV I should have known from the day I met my fiancé’s father that I would end up sleeping with him. The attraction was so fierce and it was obvious it went both ways. I didn’t go out of my way to seek him out and I even avoided him, but there was no escaping this. I write romance for a living. The steamy and forbidden kind that makes readers clutch their phones at 2 a.m. and whisper “just one more chapter.” I’ve written about billionaires who pin heroines against penthouse windows, older men who teach innocent girls exactly what their bodies were made for, slow-burn tension that snaps into raw, desperate sex on silk sheets. I know every beat, every trope, every line that makes pulses

It was a subtle movement, a betrayal of her body's hunger that her mind might not have been ready to admit. I drank in every detail, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her lower lip trembled, the darkening of her eyes as pupils dilated. What is your name? I asked, whispering in her question ear, Lira she replied trembling. The scent of her rose up, mixing with the smell of the lake and the damp soil, a sweet, musky perfume that went straight to my head. My cock was a steel rod, pulsing with every heartbeat, desperate to be freed.

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

If only she hadn't been so modest about her body, that her crush wouldn't have made that stupid bet, she wouldn't have fallen for him, and she wouldn't have killed her own pup present Irish sighed as she woke up from the sleep beside a naked man. And top of that, the man was her maths professor. Don't judge her; Maths is hard. Irish got dressed and exited before calling her best friend. Irish looked down at herself and saw all the hickeys the older man has given her. She hates hickeys. You would say that her professor forced Irish, but no it was Irish who forced her professor. Why, Well maths is hard. She was beautiful, irresistibly beautiful.

Irish replied coldly and stepped outside. "Kyria mou (My lady), you don't need to leave," Della said in the lower of her voice, "Thee mou (My lord) he is just not in his self." "Stop defending him Della!" Irish clinched her fist. "I don't care if he is in his self or not because the point here, he'll still be the ruthless man I knew. I'm stupid that I let myself to love him." Her voice shuddered and tears fell again like the rain doesn't have planned to stop.

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

I closed my eyes, a blissful smile appearing on my face as his lips touched my skin. Suddenly, he held my face and passionately kissed me in front of Nora and James. As his lips met mine, I completely forgot about our surroundings. I felt an incredible sensation. He ignited a fire within me. I grabbed his hair and eagerly kissed him back. His hands explored my body, arousing me with each touch and kiss. I yearned to feel his lips all over my body. Every inch of me longed for his touch, and my soul yearned to merge with his forever.

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.