New Romance Novels January 2016 Novels & Stories

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Outside, I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. Chill, Elena. It’s just Adriano. Just the man who makes your heart behave like it’s running a marathon. At the sink, I set the mug down. Jaz’s familiar voice floated from the living room. I hurried toward it. “Hi Jaz!” I greeted as I hugged Jaz. "Santo! Lorenzo! . I said giving them a light hug. “So the newlyweds are off to their honeymoon,” Santo teased. I shot him a look—don’t even start.

Jason's eyes widened, "I, um, I don't know what you mean." "Of course you do," Lena pressed. She closed the distance between them, her body heat radiating against his. "Tell me, why did you rush out this afternoon? Because you were looking at these, weren't you? Staring at my tits like you wanted to devour them right there." Without another word, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a slow kiss. Her lips parted his gently at first, tasting the faint salt of his surprise. Jason froze for a heartbeat, but then his hesitation melted away. He responded, his mouth moving against hers with growing hunger, his hands tentatively settling on her waist.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

‘ I thought, staring at him, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Mia, we will both go on shopping after college, okay?” Nora’s words pulled me back to the earth, and I looked at her. “Why all of the sudden shopping?” As I asked her, she blushed. “I and Amir, we’re going on a date tonight.” She told me sheepishly. “You’re shying as if you’re going on a date with him for the first time.” “I don’t know why, even after a year, I still feel butterflies in my stomach when I go on a date with Amir.” She told me with a contented smile, and added, “when you fall in love, then you’ll understand.”

Jen smiled and told his life story and his thoughts. A few minutes had been passed. They both decided to leave the mall. "I think we only have one year to meet up" as Loki said. "what do you mean about one year? are you going to leave for real?" Jen muttered "No, calm down a bit, Jen " "I just want to transfer a new University and focus on study" "I won't allow you. Since I prefer to meet you every weekend or months" "Don't worry. We won’t break up. I promise" Loki insisted

I want to say something but the words seem to get stuck deep down my throat, as I imagined taking him down my throat as he so tastefully put it. Can I do that? "The contract is for your protection, Jasmine and I would hate for you to die because of your stubbornness. Now sign the papers." I picked up the pen, my fingers trembling as though they weren't mine. What am I doing? Am I seriously considering this bullshit? "I will never sleep with you," I said as I signed the papers. "As expected of you, Mrs Nostra." He said, with that familiar grin on his face. "Welcome to a new life as my wife." TBC

Sally As I lay in bed, the soft glow of my phone illuminated my face, casting an ethereal light on the darkened room. My roommate's snores provided a soothing background hum, but my attention was riveted on the words dancing across my screen. I was devouring a dark romance novel, the masked man's enigmatic presence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Ever since Colby's tantalizing hint about the masked man earlier that day, I couldn't shake off the intrigue. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I'd spent hours scouring the internet for recommendations, finally settling on the darkest, most twisted tale I could find.

Nicholas found himself restlessly pacing in his home study, engaged in a series of crucial phone calls with the media. Meanwhile, he couldn't escape the news that had spread like wildfire across the internet, a revelation concerning his recent separation from Dr. Jessica Smith and the onset of a new romantic relationship. This revelation had gained such momentum that it had become a prominent feature in newspapers and magazines, making headlines in every corner. The public's reaction was nothing short of intense, with social media platforms flooded by expressions of anger and disappointment.

“Come with me, baby.” She did for the fourth time, screaming my name into the night as she gushed all around my cock. “Ahhh….nghhggg…Kane…..mmmm….Kane” I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pulsing, flooding her, painting, claiming every inch of her. We stayed locked together, panting. Snowflakes starting to fall around us like a fucking movie. I pressed my forehead to hers. “Merry Christmas, Elena.”