Open Door Romance Books Novels & Stories

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

"Yes. Hi. You're Edward?" "That's me. Owner, manager, and occasionally the guy who fixes the broken coffee maker." He shook my hand. "Thanks for coming in. Want to take a walk around while we talk?" "Sure." He led me through the store, pointing out sections. "We're organized pretty traditionally. Fiction, non-fiction, young adult, children's. But we also have some specialty sections based on what sells well here." We turned a corner and I stopped. An entire wall dedicated to romance. And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

The beach house was secluded and luxurious, perched right on the edge of the cliffs with large floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened onto a private wooden deck overlooking the endless dark ocean. Moonlight danced across the waves, and the distant crash of surf provided a constant, sensual soundtrack. Marcus Rivera led Sophia Brooks inside, his large hand firm and possessive on her lower back, fingers splayed just above the curve of her ass. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, the playful energy from the evening shifted into something intensely kinky and electric.

Lola was good, and I needed that kind of goodness in my life. No, needed wasn’t the right word. It didn’t quite cover it. “Lola?” I said her name softly as I rapped on her closed bedroom door. She had been locked in there all day, only surfacing periodically to head to the kitchen before her door would close again with a dull click. Not waiting for her to answer me, I pushed the door open an inch and knocked again, just in case she was asleep or doing something…private. She wasn’t doing either of those things. Sat crossed legged on her bed, she was so engrossed in the book she was reading that she didn't even notice that I’d opened the door before I had pushed it open wider. Finally clocking

He said to me ferociously. I took two steps to my right, as he was thwarting my way, then I walked forward toward the door. I was in a hurry to get away from him, that when I reached the door I quickly opened and walked in. I took a deep breath, then I turned, holy crap, there were five interviewers and their eyes were widened by the sight of me. For a moment there I had forgotten about my negligée, I kept dragging my dress down, hoping it would touch my knees, but that was a dream.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

The ones who were asleep were jolted to awareness by their mates, and they joined in the frenzy. "What’s going on?" I wanted to know, but before I could get a reply from anyone, the door to the room was pulled outwards and a woman in stringy dreadlocks marched in, terrible looking in battle regalia. She had a wide mouth, big eyes, and a bad stoop when she walked, but it could never be taken as weakness. The soft moonlight poured in through the door, allowing some of the odour to leave our surroundings. She examined each of her faces, hers rough with an ugly frown marring it the more.

“Now.” Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and she opened her mouth like she was about to argue, but at the last minute, she only scowled at me and stormed toward the car. Running a hand through my hair, I strode past her, reaching for the handle before she could. Meadow’s fingers grazed my knuckles and a shiver shot down my spine. “I’ve got it,” she bit out without looking at me. “I think I can open my own damn door.”

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.