Nascar Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I can't imagine a greater freedom than that. The End . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes sizzling romances about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventures. Her other works include His Wicked Games and the Fontaines of Hollywood series. You can find more about her work at EmberCasey.com.

“Never wear that fucking dress again, or I’ll burn it.” I shudder, keeping my gaze fixed on his dark ones. “You don’t tell me what to do, Riordan.” His lips pull up in a faint smile that’s absolutely nefarious. “No, not yet, I suppose.” He tugs me forward by my hair and presses a kiss to my neck, in the same exact spot Lorcan kissed me. “Be grateful, Scarlett, that I’m a gentleman. The things I yearn to do to you are utterly ungentlemanly. I…” He breathes out sharply, running one hand down my pack and snapping the band that holds my ponytail in place with the other. The massive mane tumbles down my shoulders and back as his next words cut through the air, “I’ve never wanted to ruin anyone el

Maria De La Cruz, together with Emiliano Romero, left for Paris, they had a convention, illegal, obscure, or usual in them, on narcotics that both continents managed to conquer, wanted to expand to China, but as that market was so difficult, they decided to join forces with the best gangsters in the world and try to get there. Beyond business, the trip was extremely romantic for these two fugitives in love, who never tired of making love, at any time and in any hour, they had tried to participate in orgies with the corresponding narcotics, and she had become the geisha of the meetings, Emiliano Romero felt a little jealous, but not enough to prevent it, since the money they both created was

"I really don't want this drink. But I most certainly do want you right now" Ronnie immediately froze up with the glass cup of wine in his hand, halfway to his mouth, then he clumsily set it aside and hungrily reached for her. Love slid her hands up to his chiseled shoulders and around his neck to the back of his head. It drove him wild. It was sexy as hell. "She is indeed so sexy", he thought and he knew she thought he was equally just as hot and sexy as she was. They kissed each other hard. So hard, it could even hurt because it had almost felt like they were about to eat each other out.

I am hungry for your love Cassandra, that's the only thing I want to eat right now" he whispered to her and kissed her softly on her neck. Cassandra let out a soft moan, she closed her eyes feeling the touch of his lips on her skin. Her body grew in deep arousal, all she wants right now is no one else but him. Dennis didn't stop kissing her softly on her neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips still on her neck as he placed more kisses on her, the possessive spirit inside of him was growing so fast that he wanted to have her right that moment but first, he wants her to feel his deep craving love as he touches her more passionately. Gently, he let go of her neck, stared into her

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

It was desire and connection and passion without boundaries, a fire that consumed, held, and electrified them both. By the time the night deepened, they were lying together, bodies entwined, breath mingling, hearts racing, pulses synced. Nina rested her head against Dante’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of him beneath her, a rhythm that promised safety, heat, and endless desire. “You’re crazy,” she whispered softly. “And you love it,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “I do,” she admitted. “Good,” he murmured. “Because this is only the beginning. The heat, the desire, the fire… it’s not ending anytime soon.”

He kept his eyes on the road, driving through the evening traffic until the black car pulled into the quiet parking lot of my campus dorm building. He put the car in park, the engine still running quietly in the dark. I reached down and unclipped my seatbelt, clutching my bag tightly against my chest. "Thank you for driving me..." I whispered quietly without looking up at his face. As I turned to open the car door, Callan’s hand shot out, catching my wrist. Before I could say a word, he pulled me firmly across the center of the car and brought his mouth down onto mine in a deep, desperate kiss.

Easing my way across the crowded bar, with an exaggerated breath, I eased onto the stool and nodded in his direction. When the bartender came close, I flagged him down. “I’ll take a tall of whatever you have on draft.” “Yes, sir.” “Rough day?” the red-headed man asked. “Worse than normal,” I replied. He looked up from his plate to the television above the bar. Brightly painted cars were circling on a track. There were lights and people in large stands. Wherever the race was occurring, it was nighttime. The sound was muted, but the ticker near the top of the screen ran continually with numbers in order of their laps led. I’d never been much into racing, especially NASCAR. I didn’t have time f

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.