Older Romance Books Novels & Stories

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"I'd keep him if I were you." The shop bell chimed gently above the door as we stepped inside, welcoming us into a cozy room lined from floor to ceiling with books of every imaginable genre. The air carried that familiar scent of aged paper and polished wood that every devoted reader secretly loved, and I immediately felt myself relax even further. An elderly woman arranging books near the front counter looked up with a kind smile before returning to her work, leaving us free to browse without interruption. Dylan wandered toward the history section with Martha, while I found myself drawn almost instinctively toward a collection of classic romance novels tucked into a quiet corner. I ran my f

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

"She's only pushing you away to see if you’ll keep coming back. And when you do—her tough acts break—then she’s running back into your arms for not giving up on her.” Would I ever understand women and how to please them? I wasn’t sure. I kept my eyes on the white envelope I was holding, tossing it around in my grasp. I tore it open and saw the invitation card inside. Call me crazy or obsessed, but I perceived Olivia’s scent on it. Staring at their names and the little avatars of their faces, my teeth clenched, and jealousy seeped into me. “Olivia June Moretti weds Darren… De Luca,” I scoffed. “He’s still using another identity?”

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It was Brayan and someone else. Could that be his office? But it was on the other side of the house. I made a mental note to ask Elowen when next I saw her. I looked through the shelves searching for the perfect book to read. There were so many and I was confused on the one to choose. Nevaeh always mentioned romance was the best but I knew romance has a lot of cheesy things. I wanted more of action with a bit of romance and lots of erotica. I picked out a worn out book. A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out.

She caught herself smiling the more she thought about Xavier sitting on the reading chair and a romance novel placed under the antique lamp. So he loved romance. Yet he was so terrible at it! Is he though? She asked herself again as she picked an old book with an eye-catching title. She could tell the book was at least sixty to seventy years old but well preserved. It only had a title on it but Halle could tell it would be good. She sat down on the reading table and even though she didn’t need the lamp, she turned it on, a relaxed smile on her face as she began to read, lost in the world that the book pulled her into.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.