Mills And Boon Romance Novels Free Online Read の小説・ストーリー

A romantically tragic soap opera? It seemed like she hadn’t noticed me as she laid herself on the bed next to mine. I closed my eyes, pretending I hadn’t seen anything. I could do that, right? Pretend for about ten minutes until I could leave. I lay still as a corpse as Hani pressed the curves of the rocks into my skin. I could feel the tension dissolve like cotton candy in water. Sighing, I let my body relax onto the bed. “This is great…” Blair groaned softly across from me. I thought she was talking to her masseuse until she spoke again. “Don’t you think, Lilith?”

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

"Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you." "What do you want from me?" "Nothing," she smirked. "But we have an offer for you." "An offer?" My voice was shaky. "What kind of offer?" "A non- negotiable one," she said. "One that could change your life," she continued, her tone dripping with false kindness. "We’re prepared to pay you one million dollars a month." I blinked, sure I’d misheard. "A million dollars? For what?" "To marry a man," she said simply.

Don't look at me, blame mills and boon. I picked up one book with a superb and sexy looking cover titled; Bound by honour by Cora Reiley. She's one of my favourite writers and I only have a few. She write so well and her smuts are over the moon. I head back to the sitting room and returned to my former position before flipping the book open. Just as I was about flipping to the next page, a loud noise erupted my peace. I sat up quickly and listened for a few seconds, forcing my panick at the back of my mind.

I once thought that weddings were safe havens. Sites where love prevailed, no matter for a moment. Now, strolling through the Whitmore estate, every gilded entrance and velvet curtain seemed like a trap. A stage set for betrayal. Claire greeted me outside the greenhouse that afternoon, glancing over our shoulders before waving me inside. Rosemary and damp moss filled the air. I couldn't get my breath until she said something. "I have something," she whispered. "But you won't like it."

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

Not just of the long nights and endless struggle, but of pretending she still believed everything would be fine. When her phone buzzed, she almost ignored it. But the name that flashed on the screen made her pulse skip. Unknown Number: > “Miss Morgan, I represent Mr. Ethan Blackwood. He would like to meet with you. Tonight.” Ava frowned. Ethan Blackwood—the billionaire hotel magnate every magazine in New York couldn’t stop talking about. Ruthless. Private. Too powerful to cross. What would a man like that want with a woman like her? Her hands trembled slightly as she typed a reply.

Mili was too inquisitive to read that novel just by the cover of it. Her intriguing eyes froze her at that very spot, before the tall racks of books, for an unknown amount of time. She quietly turned the pages of that book, and the abstract paintings throughout the book made her pulse beat faster. Never in her life has Mili gone through an erotica. But she now had one in her curious hands. The contents on the very first page were enough to make her feel something jittery; curiously, Mili turned to the next page. She was so damn invested in the book that she could not feel it when Daniel stood behind her, towering over her frame and observing her reading those naughty lines.

"Let's just say certain…family obligations require a change in my marital status. And you, Miss Moore, possess a certain charm and…unexpectedness that suits my needs." Charm? Unexpectedness? Such vague answers did little to quell my unease. "But why a baker? There must be a hundred socialites lining up for the chance to be Mrs. Billionaire." A rueful smile played on his lips. "Socialites are predictable, Miss Moore. You, on the other hand, present an intriguing…wild card." Wild card? The term sent a shiver down my spine. Was I signing up to be a pawn in some high-stakes game I didn't even understand?

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.