No Spice Romance Books Novels & Stories

I’m conjuring up thoughts on whether to shove whatever's in there inside the trash bin or just devour it. I pick it up and open the lid, a fresh aroma of chicken spaghetti and salad fills the air and I couldn't hold onto my anger anymore. I find the fork attached to the food box and start eating like a madwoman. I can't believe what a wild mess my life has turned into, or worse, how to handle the two men in my life. One is my infuriating husband, and the other is this dangerously tempting stranger who thinks I’m his ex girlfriend. And he's refused to leave me alone.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I should bury deep in my mind all the lustful thoughts I have. “Are you sure it’s okay?" He raised an eyebrow at me because of my question, so I went further. “I mean, your wife. Will it not be an issue to her?" He shook his head and smirked. “You’re our daughter’s best friend. Of course she wouldn’t think badly about it.” Oh. Okay, if that’s what you say. When we entered his room, a spice scent flowed through my nose. It smells like him. So manly and sexy as fuck.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

It's my trusty companion when I need an escape from reality, offering a delicious blend of spice, romance, and exotic adventures that never fails to absorb me completely. As I turn the well-thumbed pages, allowing the captivating world of Christian and Anastasia to draw me in, I can't help but marvel at how this book manages to weave complex characters and intense emotions into such a tantalizing narrative. The intricacies of their relationship, the dramatic twists and turns, and those steamy, passionate scenes capture my imagination every time. It's like visiting an old friend who always has something interesting to share. Over time, I've actually picked up quite a few tricks from this book

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings