Novel & Cerita New Young Adult Romance Books

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Taking a Chance on Love (The Youngers Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of br

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

Nyla His face hovered just inches from mine, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us. My heart was hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Then, slowly, he closed the distance. The moment his lips touched mine, a soft whimper escaped me. They were warm, gentle, and incredibly tender. For a few seconds, I melted into the feeling — the softness, the heat, the way his mouth moved so carefully against mine. But when he deepened the kiss, tilting his head slightly to taste me more fully, I froze. I didn’t know what to do. My lips stayed still and uncertain.

Their bodies connected, a promise that was forbidden and heavy, but neither of them cared about consequences right now. “That was good, baby.” He tilted her chin to face him. Brushing his lips against hers, he kissed her softly. “I loved it, but I have to get some pills tomorrow.” She giggled against the kiss as Julian lowered her to the floor. “And your dress? We need a new one tonight.” Her jaw dropped. She had completely forgotten that Julian ripped the dress off her body. “New supply of panties too. A lot because I’d be ripping them off your pussy from now on.” His lips danced around hers, body still connected. Both of them are naked.

I never expected a library date to turn into this kind of chaos, but with Sophia, nothing ever stays simple. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty texts after class, stolen kisses in the dorm hallway, that one night last month where we almost went all the way before her roommate barged in. Drama followed us like a bad habit. She was the bold one, the artist with wild curls and a laugh that could light up a room, while I, Elena, was the quiet bookworm, always overthinking everything. Our first real date? A “book date” in the university library, because apparently sharing poetry under fluorescent lights was romantic. Or so she said.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

She looked at her mom. “Can you do this every day?” Elena paused, brushing hair from her face. “I’ll do it as many days as I can.” And that—somehow—was better than a promise. ⸻ New Rhythms The day unfolded not with grand plans, but with the ease of rediscovery. They took a walk to the bookstore on 9th Avenue. Elena let Lila choose three books—even the one with the glittery vampire pony. Adrian bought coffee from their old corner spot, the barista doing a double take when Elena walked in. “Back from the dead?” she teased.