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My last picnic date with Jason ended up great as you all know. I am currently, sited on the couch, my book held up in my right hand and my hot cocoa coffee in the other. I take a sip of the coffee and kept it on the table. I once said I love reading novels but I will go ahead and say it again. Novels are great but only when it’s not dark romances. I can read any type of novel but not dark romance. Don’t get me wrong but I find dark romance annoying and very boring and sometimes disturbing too. This morning when I went to the library, I took out two novels of which one is a dark romance novel and the other is practically a vampire romance. I love vampire romance novels; by the way. Everyone h

In her hands she held her other gifts: a Kindle packed with clean romance novels and a copy of a ticket to New York City, so she could meet his family. Alecia turned on the Kindle, tapped on a book that she had wanted to read for many months, but she rested it in her lap. Three days they had, and then two weeks before school started again. Soon, his lips would caress hers, his hands would run through her hair. Soon he would be all hers again.

"Haven't you, Elena? Waiting for someone to fuck you properly, to stretch that tight little pussy until you can't walk straight." My response is a choked gasp as Kieran's other hand comes up to cup my breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple, which hardens instantly against the lace of my bra. The dual sensations of Kieran's possessive grip on my ass and Jax's predatory gaze devouring me, send waves of heat straight to my core. "Answer him," Jax commands, stepping closer. The pine scent intensifies, mingling with Kieran's spiced cologne and the coffee. "Tell us what you want."

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

Oh shut up brain. “I didn’t know if Rosa was home, besides…” he cages me against him by my waist. Forcing me to inhale him. His spicy and woodsy delicious scent. “Girls love those things. Don’t you read those scenes over and over in your romance novels?” I gasp. How did he…? Oh he’s been watching me. I spend nights reading romance novels and erotica from my kindle. Squirming in my bed as he watched in the theater room. Like a movie.

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

Henry’s POV "Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.

“Perhaps you should come and sort out Kate for me. Mind you, if you smiled at her, she would probably accuse you of two-timing me. But then, according to her, you are only one of the many I have in my harem. Can women have such things?’ ‘Not in Australia. Come on. It’s time we were off. I?ll be in trouble if I don’t get you home in good time. Can’t have your reputation completely shattered by an evil Aussie male.’ 'Thanks so much. I’ve really enjoyed myself.’ Before they left the car park, he reached over to her. He placed a gentile, undernanding kiss on her soft lips. Despite her good sense, Kerrien felt herself respond, her body pressing towards his. She knew inside that she was playing wi

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.

*** Note: My other book "Heartbreaker wife " is completed on goodnovel app. If you like possessive man and toxic marriage with lots of steaminess. Then please give my book a try. Love Pia.