Modern Romance Epub Novels & Stories

A pang of sensation surged through my stomach, and my fists clenched without meaning to. That man. That bouquet. That direction he was taking. And the way he’d covered his face, sneaking around like he didn’t want someone seeing him. Was he Isabella’s lover? The man she’d called ‘Babe’ over the phone the other day? Confusion washed over me. She’d told Caterina that she was seeing someone. Was it this guy? Was that the man she’d replaced me with? This… hefty, muscular man that looked like he ate intruding men like me for breakfast?

Two days ago, Mrs Romano released her debut novel, Guilty Pleasure, which became a huge hit and shot straight to the top of the bestseller lists the moment it hit shelves. The book — a steamy, allegedly fictional story about forbidden desire, sexual exploration, and obsession — became an instant sensation. Emilia appeared on every major talk show, her English accent smooth and polished on the studio microphones. She signed hundreds of books at glamorous events, posing for photos with fans who eagerly devoured every scandalous page.

Carlacia smiled at me, "Course it is, everyone loves a good ol' romance." "I just want it to be perfect you know" I sighed and Carlacia sat down next to me, "I want everything to be perfect, the characters, the romance, everything Carla." Carlacia smiled at me, "Yeah I know and it will be, you just got to find something inspirational and luckily for us, we in New York baby!" She squealed and I grinned at that. "Lots of places to see to get some inspiration for your book and don't let me get started on the boyysss" Carlacia said in a singsong voice.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

"You manage to find time for novels amidst your ever-changing adventures?" A soft smile graced Adrienne's lips as she leaned in, sharing a secret moment between them. "Oh, most certainly. Romance novels, to be precise. Currently, I'm enthralled by 'Love And Everything In-between' by Sarah Raymond. It's an enchanting tale that beautifully captures the essence of love. It resonates with the dreams that dance in my heart," she revealed, her voice filled with a sense of wonder. Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her authenticity and the vivid emotions that colored her words. With a tender gesture, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Adrienne's ear, his voice ba

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

" In the backseat, Stacy listened in on all this in sullen silence. Apparently, Joseph was the sort of guy who made countless romantic gestures for the girl he liked, and never missed even the tiniest details. In the rearview mirror, she could see that his ears had gone red. Charlotte was bringing up stories from ages ago… did he still feel so strongly about those moments, even now? But then again, this was his first love, innocent and pure. They arrived at a pub, and Stacy found herself a hiding place in the corner. Meanwhile, Joseph took a seat beside Charlotte, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, so she could use it as a

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”