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25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Emma stared at the business card Jake had handed her across his desk, reading the elegant script for the third time: "Hearts & Words: A Romance Writing Workshop. Led by bestselling author Diana Rosewood. Saturday, 2-6 PM, Greenwich Village Community Center." "You want me to go to a romance writing workshop?" Emma's voice pitched higher despite her efforts to sound professional. "I want you to be around other writers who understand the challenges of writing authentic emotional content." Jake leaned back in his chair, his expression carefully neutral. "Diana Rosewood is one of the most respected voices in contemporary romance. Her workshops focus on emotional authenticity rather than technical

He called before disappearing from my apartment. "Love you too Liam..." way more than you can ever imagine. Let me introduce myself properly to you guys, My name is Alexia Monoroe, I am twenty three years old and I am a freelance writer and I bake. I have an unhealthy addiction to N*****x. I am a hopeless romantic- maybe that is why I write romance novels for a living. And last but not the least... I am hopelessly in love with my best friend and there is a big fat chance that he will never return my feelings.

she muttered softly, then looked at the waiter who bowed his body politely after taking her order and walked away. Deen opened her laptop and started writing, but it wasn't until a few seconds later that she sighed. The novel she wrote is a romance between two human children who love each other. Deen used to be very fluent in writing romance novels, words would flow easily from her fingers, forming a series of letters that lulled the readers. However, now, every time she would write a love story, her heart scoffed at herself. Memories of Cliff invade her mind, leaving her fingers stiff and unable to type any romantic tales. It turns out that writing is influenced by the heart. When the autho

My brain was just too confused at the moment I was at loss of words and did not even understand how I was to think, how did decide to what I wanted and most important, how to avoid him which he was starting to prove difficult for me to achieve. “I like to observe people who are in love a lot. I think I might even end up writing a romance novel. It’s just a sight to behold, a sight to watch and be happy because of how beautiful it is. You know, it feels like imagining something in the middle of hardship. Just like how authors make their characters get things they don’t have in real life. Since it’s the world they created, they can do whatever they want with it.

Harvey's eyes glimmered with purity, it was not the kind of thing that attracts Richard, but maybe because he never had a crush with a guy before or even tried liking one. Though the way Harvey talk was something to be watched out for, it was orderly mannered. "Ah yes, I'm a part time author and a cashier at some tea shop" "Wow! You're an author?" He said in a fake astonishment. "Y-yes" "What genres do you prefer to write?" "Uhm Romance" Richard belted the word awkwardly. Mostly, it was unnatural for a man to be a romance writer and this is the first time that a stranger asked something like this.

He asked me again making sure that he heard it right. "Yes.. why?" "I don't know if this rumor is right or not but.. She's a famous writer. My cousin worked in a book publisher company and she saw Roseanne go there a few times." "Writer? What kind or book? Horror? Thriller?" I asked. "Romance." When Josh said that, I laughed my ass off. "Romance? Why is it so hard to believe? She hates men and she has zero interest in relationships but she's a romance writer? I don't believe it.. do you have any prove?" I asked, still laughing.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

Rejena Writing has always been my passion. In high school it was short little poems, then after that, journaling had become my number one go to as I was struggling to talk to people about my thoughts and emotions. Writing as much as reading had been my safe haven and I have lost my passion for writing when work came in the way. The books I had been writing for the past year were books I started writing two years ago and after Collen passed away, I just didn’t feel that passion anymore. For one, I write romance books. How are you supposed to write romance books when every time you even consider getting romantic with someone, you feel like you are cheating on the person that you loved and neve