Jodi Picoult Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“No.” Before he could say anything else, three sharp knocks echoed against the door. “Fiona? You in there?” “Paris.” My heart stopped. Jude sat up fast. “Shit.” I scrambled for my robe but it was too late. Jude was already close to the door. Half-naked. Boxers low on his hips. He opened the door. Paris stood there with two coffee cups in her hand, a smile already forming—until she saw him. Then me. Still in bed, tangled in my bedspread. Wearing nothing. The coffee slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor. Her face crumpled.

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Chapter 3 Lydia’s POV “If you want me to stop looking at you like this… tell me now,” Julian said, his voice low and rough as he stood there shirtless in the kitchen light. I took another slow sip of wine, my hand trembling just enough that the glass tipped. Red wine spilled across the counter and down the front of my silk robe, soaking through the thin fabric and making it cling to my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly from the cool wet silk. “Shit,” I breathed, setting the glass down fast.

Same here, "I wanna hear all the details...especially the juicy parts!" Jodi dove right in, "Well, mmmm...girl on girl is hot...it's really hot...but I haven't been with a girl since Jan got married." She looked at me, "Yes, I know what you're thinking...it's my sister Janice." She nodded, "Men are simple...it checks all the boxes...bisexual sisters...incest...pussy licking...it's a plot made for p**n." We sent Pete and Bryan the facial pics with this text, "It was Professor Plum, with his Magnum, again...in the bedroom, with Miss Scarlet and Mrs. Peacock sharing."

But when I opened them, my breath caught. It wasn’t Luca. It wasn’t Sophia. It was Dante. His name was stamped across every headline like a brand seared into flesh. “Dante Russo Marries Former Fiancée of Luca Vitale.” “Russo Declares Gianna Not a Scandal, but His Wife.” “Evidence of Luca’s Infidelity Surfaces—More to Come.” I froze, staring at the bold letters as if they might rearrange into something else. My pulse thundered in my ears. I clicked the first article with shaking hands.

Jax's name. The decade of borrowed guilt. The family that had let a narrative establish itself because the true one was more terrible. The exile that had produced Cliff's End and the crew and the life he had built from what he had walked away with. All of that had started with a set of letters in a file that Eleanor Wolfe had held for eleven years and given to her personal attorney to hold for her because she had not been strong enough to give it herself, and had given it at the end because she was running out of time and he deserved to hear it.

Soon sleep came over my body and I fell in it but what astonished me was I never thought that I will ever hold someone in my arms or will ever get this much peaceful sleep. Author Pov. Damon always wanted to get married but in his life love. Affection or romance these kinds of emotions never came. He not even for once thought of falling for someone. Because for him love is useless. It's not like he has some past terrible issues but instead, he had seen relationships crumbling up like it's nothing but a mare lust. He wanted a wife not to have an affectionate relationship or romantic love story no he only wanted a woman to have an heir. And he was sure that women will never ask him for somethi

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

She could only hope that she would be able to endure whatever was to come. Penelope sat in the car, staring out the window as they made their way back to the packhouse. Her mind was a jumbled mess as she thought about the impending presentation and her forced betrothal to Alpha Logan. She couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach at the thought of spending the rest of her life with someone she didn't love.