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From the hotel and flight tickets to the restaurants–I'll be sure to book the most luxurious options available. With that, Luciano fell silent, happily fantasizing about the vacation that would never happen. In truth, if he had spared even a few more seconds to look at my phone screen, he would've realized that the booking record didn't include a ticket for him. "Amore, just wait for me, alright? Not only do I want you to have the perfect vacation, but I'll also throw you the grandest and most memorable wedding ever!" Squeezing me tightly, he pressed a searing kiss onto my neck.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

Cora’s POV. It's been just three hours since my parents left the house and I was already spiraling with different thoughts. Ace was seated on a couch across from me, his eyes focused on his laptop while I struggled to focus on the book I was reading. Not to mention the fact that it was an erotic book. One that was specifically a forbidden romance, just like my predicament. Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses.

Quinnel said suddenly and all eyes turned to him. "Uh, Navaeh, what is your worst habit?" "I tend to walk to and fro when I'm nervous and I also always eat the meat that is meant for the toppings of Pizza." She replied and everyone chuckled. "I eat the cheese as well." "What's the last book you read?" "That would be... Alpha's Gifted Mate." "Oh? Sounds interesting. I like the title." "It is." "I've read that book! It's good." "Me too." "I didn't expect you to be into supernatural fanfictions."

But then she hid the book in her gown. "Whatever, I must know what the hell is wrong with me." Saying this she ran to her room. "No one must have seen me running here with this book. Right?" She murmured as she opened the book. On the first page, it was written. "10 signs which tell you are in love." She looked at it and closed the book. "What am I doing? Am I crazy? How can I be in love?" Shama said throwing the book on her bed.

The glossy jacket of a hard-cover library book sitting on the table with a paper marker sticking out of it caught his eye. Idly, he picked it up. Leeann must have got it to read during all those long hours -at the hospital. He’d never noticed his sister reading much except romance and mystery paperbacks. As he scanned the title, his blood began simmering. ‘What the . . .?’ he muttered. ‘Leeann!’ She appeared in the doorframe, her face reddening as she spotted the book in his hand. ‘Finding Your Family ?’ he asked, waving the book. ‘Who - I’m afraid to even guess - are you searching for?’

We have had fights, but we have also shared laughter, love and a home together. “You ready?” Liam drags the travelling bag down the stairs, hair framing his forehead. He looks cute whenever he’s flustered; Liam and I are spending two weeks in the U.K in celebration for the release of his new book, ‘Kiss before the kill’ It’s a part thriller, part romance, it is about an assassin who fell in love with the person she is meant to kill. Guess who helped write the steamy penthouse kiss scene? Me.

It was definitely amusing. The fact that all the girls Solomon loved always ended up dead didn't sit right with me. I didn't particularly appreciate how his love story usually ended. First, it was Christiana, and then, it was Emily. I felt bad for him because he was a good person, and he deserved to be loved and cherished. I hoped Jocelyn would give him that.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

His tongue brushed against my lower lip, and a tremor raced down my spine. I parted my lips, allowing him in and a soft moan escaped from me. He moved his hands to my hair, tangling his fingers gently but possessively. The other hand moved down, cupping my hip, pulling me in until not even a sliver of space remained between us. My skin burned wherever he touched, every nerve buzzing to life from the thrill of being near him. Each brush of his lips, every movement of his body made it all go away, the suspicions, my thoughts of revenge, everything.