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she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

I smiled and took a step in, watching as her hips swayed as she brought out each book, admired the cover and then dropped it back. “I'm actually not a fan of romance books.” She swirled around. “Then why do you have them here if you don't?” Because you love them. I didn't know how to tell her that those books have always been in my study since we got married. That the day we went shopping for wedding gifts, I noticed how she kept glancing at the book the receptionist was reading and I got her a bunch of them to keep her less bored. She would find it hard to believe.

"I'm sorry Alright. Recommend a book and I will read it '' Jacob shot a warm smile at Cameron exhaled. He was a customer and she was going to treat him nicely, besides he was nice to her the other day in Liam's house and she needed to return the favor. "This way" Cameron lowered the book down to the desk and stepped out of her table. Jacob stared at her as she drew closer to him, she was bored and he wanted her as his woman. Cameron cleared her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She could feel his gaze boring holes through her back. "What genre do you prefer?" "Which is your favorite?" "I just go for really good books with cliffhangers and twist" "Like crime?" "And romance" "Yo

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

I needed to soothe and treat her so I could get some information about her brother once more. I faked a cough in the middle of her chugging an ice cream. "So, uhm. . . as I was asking earlier, do you also read fiction books?" Her face automatically lit up. "Of course, yes! I love fiction books, especially romance genre." I nodded. "Hmm, what about. . . uhm, Nicholas Sparks? You know that writer--" She suddenly stopped eating her ice cream as her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Yes! I love all of his books! I thanked God for him because he really makes good romance books."

He nodded in response. "Yeah, boring. No one reads a book like that these days except you," he told me. I raised my eyebrow. "Excuse me? For your information, this is a romance book. It's written by a famous writer, Jorelle Montividad, and it's not just an ordinary and boring book you say," I replied to him. "I don't even know who that is." That's because you're dumb. "That's because you have no taste in books, tsk!"

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.