New York Best Seller List Romance Novels & Stories

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

In Paris, he got similar flowers and wine which I haven't taken and I wonder what it is this time. I drop the box and the flowers on the other couch to check out the package first. I open it to see a bag filled with romance novels. I bring them out one after the other and they are the newly published New York times best sellers' books. I arrange the books one after the other so I can count them and I counted up to 10. Ten romance books should last me for the rest of the month. I haven't had time to get new books since I arrived in America and I am still making do with the ones I purchased in Paris.

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.

Early November 2028 cloaked New York City in a biting chill, the dim glow of a laptop casting stark shadows across Elise—Xiamond—in her cramped Brooklyn hideout, a decaying studio apartment far removed from the glittering lofts of her modeling days. Her blonde hair was scraped into a tight bun, her green eyes glinting with manic obsession, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she scoured X for traces of Justin and Kayla. The walls, a chaotic collage of photos—Justin’s sleek office, Kayla’s hospital shifts at Valley Hospital, their Barbados villa’s moonlit beach—charted her relentless vendetta. Since her failed seduction and brutal fight with Kayla in Justin’s office, where Kayla’s nurs

She has made the mistake of letting Lyon see how much interest she has in the case. “How much do you want?” Lyon slips a small charge card across the table. “That, and a steamy night at my hotel room.”

“Merry Christmas, Elena.” She laughed, shaky and perfect. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” I kissed her slow, tasting salt and sex and her. We weren’t done. Not even close.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend. But a moment, Loki was startled and her belongings fell on the ground. Loki quickly slapped the woman and said "Why are you flirting him? ". "Flirting him? What do you mean?" I've had him for a long time since 3yrs " confidently said by a woman. "3yrs?!" "Is that true, Jen?" Loki asked with a hoarse voice. Nao’s heard their arguments and quarrel at the department store. But he didn’t mind to get there because he didn’t want to get in trouble with her relationship issues.

It was hard for him to believe she had been a high powered New York City District Attorney. When she told him she had quit her job to become a romance writer, Alex had been unimpressed. He enjoyed murder mysteries, especially ones with lots of steamy sex, and he’d written occasional columns for the two Postmaster’s Association magazines, The Postal Advocate, and Postmasters Gazette. But a girly romance novel was the last thing Alex would ever be interested in reading, and after seeing the address label on the last package he pulled out of the sack, he knew no one else was going to be reading it either.