Romans & histoires Paranormal Romance Books For Adults

As I go through the small selection of books, I notice that most of them are similar: paranormal romance. I never understood why people enjoyed reading those types of books so much. They're always the same. An ordinary girl meets two sexy, paranormal boys that both fight over her, and there's always some lame conflict that pushes her closer together with both of them, and then she makes the obvious choice. The choice everyone knew she'd make since the first chapter. And they're always trilogies, I think to myself. Why can't they just have one or two really good books, instead of three or four adequate ones?

she called back as the pleasure she had derived from it flashed through her mind and made her pussy tingle a bit. It took a week for Mr. Brooks to fix James's phone. During that time Darlene found herself having more frequent and more lurid fantasies about her son and his girlfriend... and herself. She had long been a fan of the erotic-story website, Literotica, but while her taste in those stories had been more in the "Loving Wives" category, she found herself reading more "Incest/Taboo" stories now, about women--MILFs--who either seduced their sons or who were seduced by them. Many of them included threesomes with the son's girlfriend. And there were plenty of them! Obviously, she was far

"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.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (If your uncomfortable with mature stuff I would prefer you to skip this chapter.) PG-18+ Author Pov Damon skillfully removed her gown and threw it on the floor. Her half-naked body got pressed against his bare chest. Her eyes were staring in his dark ones with fear and somehow anxiety holding in them. His fingers brushed against her jawline making her shudder at his touch. His rough hand cupped her covered bosom making her breathe heavily. His every doing was felt like heaven to her.

He smirked and did the unthinkable, he leaned down and kissed her deep and breathy. My pussy spasmed at the sight. At first she froze in place, then she responded eagerly. Her palms wandered over his chest, side, stomach as she rose on all toes to wrap her hands around his neck. He pulled away, their breaths intertwining. My pussy pulsed so hard I could feel my juices flowing down to my ass. “Our little girl needs a release, don't you think?” He said calmly, dark eyes swinging to me. I whimpered. My Aunty stalked towards me carefully, the sound of the lock clicking in place as she stopped before me, our eyes locking.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Chapter 4 Scarlett's POV If someone, even a psychic with a crystal ball, had told me this morning that by afternoon I’d have the hottest man in the city on his knees, his head buried between my thighs, devouring me like I was his last meal, I’d have laughed in their face. Dismissed it as nonsense, something too far fetched to even even consider, especially since things like this just did not happen to someone like me. Yet here I was, sprawled on the leather chaise in Blackwell Ashford’s private lounge, legs spread wide over his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair, still trembling from the orgasm that had just torn through me.

He pulled out so suddenly that a desperate, empty ache bloomed inside me, a hollow cry ripping from my throat before I could stop it. But Damien didn’t give me time to mourn the loss. His strong hands gripped under my thighs, spinning me effortlessly, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The soaked lace of my panties was still twisted obscenely to the side, and the thick, throbbing head of his cock found my dripping entrance again, as if it knew exactly where it belonged.

"Uhm...is it wrong for me to say I'm fascinated with this world and the people living in it so I...I wish to stay?" Oh dear... I didn't see that coming. *** Author's Note: My supernatural romance book, Sanctum, is available for purchase on Amazon in ebook and paperback formats. Please support me by buying the paperback and leaving a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I would greatly appreciate it. xoxo JMFelic

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.