Open Door Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"If you want this open marriage and you clearly do, since you're fucking strangers in our bed then these are the terms." He read aloud, his voice amused. "Rule one: The matrimonial home is a sanctuary. No sexual partners are allowed inside the premises ever." He looked up. "Seriously? You're banning me from bringing dates home?" "I'm banning you from disrespecting the roof over my head," I said icily. "You can screw whoever you want, Daniel. You can do it in hotels, in your car, in the office for all I care but you will never, ever bring another woman into this house again. This is where I live, it is off-limits."

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

I shouldn’t be bothered, they have history. Roman and I have only just met, yet for some stupid reason I find myself opening the bedroom door and walking straight out into the lounge area. I guess I wanted Kate to see that I’m the one Roman wants, not her. I held my head high as I walked out, the sheet wrapped tightly around my body. “Jenny?” I found myself a little dumbfounded, why on earth would I think it was Kate. Roman and Jenny both had their eyes on me, Roman looked like he wanted to devour me while Jenny looked somewhat amused.

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.

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

His tone left no room for questions. Nyra followed him into the storm. The cold hit immediately. Snow crunched under their boots as they crossed the rear grounds of the lodge. The wind had sharpened, carrying frozen air hard enough to sting exposed skin. “Three possible entries,” Nyra said as they moved. “Front door, side hatch, rear loading access.” “Leon won’t expect all three covered.” She glanced at him. “You planning this with me now?” “I’m listening because you’re right.” “That’s new.”

“As many as you want.” “That’s not—” “I’m serious. Go.” I moved through the narrow aisles and let my fingers trail over the spines. Some were cracked leather, others smooth paperback, the new ones still crisp and unbroken. I found myself in the romance section because of course I did. The covers were ridiculous with their shirtless men and promises of happy endings I’d stopped believing in. “These any good?” I jumped. Nate stood close enough that I caught the scent of cedar. “I don’t know. Haven’t read them yet.”

That door is a joke. “Make yourself at home”, she says, and I nod my head taking my coat off and sitting on the armchair. She takes my coat and hangs it on a hook just behind the door and then walks through a door. I look to see the kitchen, and then I sit back still. I can’t help but look around. “Do you want some coffee?”, she asks, and I shake my head. “No thanks”, I reply as I stand up and walk to the small bookshelf attached to the wall. There are around twenty books there, and out of curiosity, I start reading the titles, and I realise they are all romances, like Jane Austin kind of books. Interesting.

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

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.