Natasha Preston Romance Books Novels & Stories

This makes her a paradox: a woman who could have anything but clings to the one man who doesn’t share her feelings—himself. Bryan sees in Natasha everything he doesn’t want in a relationship. She is devoted, genuine, and faithful to a romantic idea that he is the only man for her. This commitment and the sweetness with which she treats him leave him unsettled, and sometimes he feels a slight discomfort at her devotion. Even though their union is just a convenient arrangement, Bryan knows Natasha harbors real affection for him. However, for him, this connection is merely a contract, a strategic alliance he upholds, while she idealizes a love he has never been willing to return.

Completely undone. ********* Natasha’s POV I gasped sharply as Tristan slipped one finger inside me, curling gently while his tongue kept its steady, maddening rhythm on my clit. The sensation was overwhelming—pleasure shot through me like electricity, making my back arch off the bed. “Tristan…” I gasped, my voice shaky and breathless. My fingers tightened in his hair, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. He didn’t stop. Instead, he added a second finger, stretching me slowly as he moved them in a deep, deliberate rhythm. His mouth never left my clit, sucking and licking with just the right pressure. My thighs started trembling uncontrollably around his head. Heat gather

Zonner dragged his brother along as they went into a bar, planning to drink until dawn to celebrate the youngest Alpha’s coming of age. Meanwhile, Natashian was occupied inside the hut situated deep inside the forest. “Fuck, fuck – these aren’t enough,” she muttered as she gathered all the pheromone inhibitors and disguises she saved up. Natashian Rynne Elboser’s Point of View I barely have any money saved up, and now I need to buy a lifetime supply of inhibitors – I couldn’t even buy the dress I’ve been eyeing for my whole life. However, if I don’t do this – I’d only be humiliated and would die either way. I need to survive, no matter what the price.

Missy answers. “This is Natasha, my date. She just finished hosting a very successful reading festival for kids. Missy here is working toward her teaching degree.” looking at Natasha. I can't imagine ever being disrespectful to a date, but for this date, in particular, I want to make sure Natasha feels regarded. My thoughtfulness is rewarded as she relaxes at the introduction. “Way to go old man. And you are a lucky lady with this one,” Missy smiles down at us. “You're the first girl he's ever brought in here.”

"Please, ma'am. Let's not make this difficult." "I'm not going anywhere!" My hand finds a heavy crystal paperweight on the nearby table. I grab it, feeling its substantial weight. "Not until my father tells me why he's betraying me." "Put that down, Elise," my father's voice hardens. "You're only proving my point." "Oh, really? I'm crazy just because I discovered the truth?" My fingers tighten around the smooth crystal. Before he can answer, the door opens again. Natasha glides in, wearing a form-fitting black dress that hugs every curve. Her hair cascades over her shoulders in perfect waves. Even at this late hour, her makeup remains flawless.

He heard a familiar voice. “Hello, medium D, you look like a princess when you're worked out.” Natasha walked in, tucking her silver-like hair to the back, dressed in deem grey suit, swaying her hips from side to side, leaving little of her cleavage to the imagination, walking towards Damian with a seductive smile to piss him off as usual. On closing the distance between them, she bent a little and placed comforting pecks on both sides of Damian’s uninterested face. His jawlines ticked in excitement and disgust. But he kept his face even and unreadable.

“It's unlikely in such marriages, but I saw the way that you two looked at one another.” Natalia didn’t look at me, but her hand tightened slightly on the strap of her purse. “That’s not something I need to share,” she said simply. “I’m just asking,” I said. “I mean, if he is… that would be something, right? You know, in a world like this one, where mates are rarely even found.” She said nothing. So I pushed, reckless now. “So… what’s it like? You know… doing it?” She finally looked at me.

The quiet strength in his voice. Would he want to know? The thought made her chest tighten. But she pushed it away. That night had been a moment between two strangers. And now she had a responsibility far bigger than that memory. “I’ll protect you,” she whispered softly to her stomach. “All three of you.” Back in Paris, Natasha had settled comfortably into Alexander Reed’s mansion. In just two weeks, she had transformed her lifestyle completely. Every morning began with breakfast prepared by professional chefs. Her closet was filled with designer dresses.

“Yes, a stroll with a book in your hand, am sure even those strolls were just to change a scenery from the library to somewhere where there is fresh air and I am certain that when you found a good stop. You would just sit there and continue reading. With no time to look around you and take in the nature and the beauty of that garden.” Natasha flushed in embarrassment, that is exactly what she usually did, even the day she found her mate, there was a party at the packhouse and she had just turned eighteen three days ago but had not found her mate because she was always alone. She went to the party that day but got bored and left.

She tucked a piece of her black hair behind her ears, attempting to flirt, but it only made me cringe. Looking at Cynthia, I couldn't understand how I could ever feel conflicted between her and Natasha. The two were nothing alike, which was a good thing. Everything about Cynthia made sense on paper, but in my chest, there was no fiery attraction like there was with Natasha. There was no need to reach out and touch her face. There was no pull. Natasha had completely ruined other women for me. There could be no other person to take her place in my heart. I couldn't breathe without her in my presence, and her trying to escape proved this to me.