Male Author Romance Novels Novels & Stories

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

In my hands was a book. A werewolf novel. Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother. The title alone would have made me laugh a few weeks ago. It was written by N-Victory, an author whose stories I had loved for years. I had found the book that morning in the small library room downstairs and had been hooked ever since the doctor left. My eyes moved across the pages quickly. The characters were dramatic. Emotional. Chaotic. Exactly the kind of romance stories I used to devour without thinking. But not as dark as the ones I used to love.

Levi began to prepare himself by pulling up his long blond hair when Roman spoke up possessively. “I will get you the info Alpha,” Roman ground out. I can understand his viewpoint, Roman was a protector. For all intense in purposes the man was very much an Alpha male. Which is why it had shocked me to find out about his sexuality. Not that I stereotyped him but just never seen him interested in anyone. For a while, I had actually thought he rejected his mate in order to do what he likes to do.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Outfits are nothing; naturally, he was grumpy and scary. “Hi,” I muttered. Fluttering my lashes in his, because fuck me! Why was I spiralling, thinking about the mannerless, salty dessert when I had a full three-course meal standing before me? “Angelo Mancini,” he whispered, taking my hands and placing a kiss on it. I'm frozen to a spot because damn! Even his voice had made me throb between my thighs. This man was gorgeous, dark... sexy, all ribbed and packed with muscles, not a single tat in sight, but I could swear he had them somewhere forbidden on his body; his ears, nose, and lips were all pierced. Even his tongue had a little piercing to it.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, hoping maybe a warm glass of milk would do it. I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake up Alpha Callum. He was a powerful werewolf with intense powers and powerful muscles. A thought flashed in my mind as I held on to the warm glass of milk. Alpha Callum bending me over the kitchen counter, his hands on my waist as he buried his thick cock inside of me over and over again. His voice deeper and commanding as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I just know he would be better in bed compared to Adam. He would have a bigger dick too.