Nascar Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

Nico Bernardi’s body shook in anger. After he learned that Kara was on a date, he could not explain what he was feeling. He was exploding in anger, causing mayhem to his people. He did not like that she was dating another man. She told him she loved him. But what is she doing? Kara saw the familiar terrain around them and knew exactly where Nico intended to take her. “Stop the car!” She shouted. Nico turned his head sideways, but he did not stop the car like she asked him to. Instead of slowing down, the Rolls Royce accelerated, making Kara see red.

Cody says waving to me. “Hi my name is Evan Carter #54 sprint car I’m from Charlotte North Carolina” “Hi my name is Jordy Heart I’m from Binghamton NY and I’m team mates with Logan and I drive the #24” “And I’m Logan Valentine as he said we are teammates and I’m from this small town” Shit it’s my turn now isn’t it. “Hi I’m Shelby Cage I’m from this small town. I’m studying to be a nurse! It’s very nice to meet you guys”

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

He penetrates me harshly, making me run my hands through his black hair. In reality, I was crazy about him, more than crazy, I was infatuated with him and I wouldn't let him go, that's what I promised myself. The more he does this to me, the more I fall in love with him. His hands hold my hips tightly until I come into him. He raises his head and a fluid comes out, which he licks as if it were chocolate.

"What do you want to talk about?" He put down the book he was reading and eyed me, his eyes lingering on my hips as if checking if I were okay. Deep in those eyes, I could see something I couldn't make out. He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from me and returning it to the book on his lap. "I want to make a proposal, Carissa." He patted the space next to him. "Sit." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to oblige, taking a seat beside him on the vintage couch. The proximity was uncomfortably strange for me. Strange because it was making me hot especially what had just happened in my room. He'd seen everything!