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My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

“Okay, no, absolutely not — you’re telling me I’ve been sitting across from one of my favorite authors for hours and didn’t know?” GreenLee clasped her hands dramatically. “I knew there was something special about you.” Nonna leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Tell us everything, tesoro. What do you write? How long? Are you working on something new?” I laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Um… well, I write romance mostly. Family stories. Emotional stuff.” Kat snorted. “That tracks.” GreenLee elbowed her. Nonna wasn’t letting me off the hook. “And the new project? You hesitated. That means yes.”

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

He dropped into the chair beside me, sprawling his limbs and wearing his go to confidence, and within two minutes had leaned close enough to whisper, “You know you over-highlight, right? That page looks like it’s bleeding neon.” My pen stilled. “Do you mind?” “Not at all,” he said, grinning, before plucking the pen from my hand. “In fact, I think I’ll borrow this.” “It’s my only one.” “Guess you’ll just have to share.” He started underlining random words in his notebook, and I snatched the pen back, trying not to notice how warm his fingers had felt brushing mine. He continued to whisper, lean in and smirk of course none of it was classroom appropriate, yet no one stopped him.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

She always tells me with a smile. “Has Dr. Mark ever flirted with you, or something?” I asked, really interested to know if he was like that with all the nurses. She on the other hand laughed immediately, it seemed like I was playing a joke on her from the way she reacted. “Of course not!” She said with a laugh. “I wish a man like him would flirt with me.” She is more beautiful than me, how could it be that Dr. Mark wasn't interested in her? "No one is too good for him, some people think he is gay but I don't think so, it's just that he is very reserved, well he likes to shout and get upset." He says looking at me, since I am proof that he likes to shout and a lot. “Only with you.” That didn

"To cooperate with the publicity, our relationship can't be revealed for the time being." Bella's expression also changed. To be honest, her heart sank. "Why?" Wasn't revealing their marriage just a formality? What did it matter if she wasn't an idol star? "Your persona is a budding romance novelist, skilled in writing young romance. Your image satisfies the fantasies of a large part of your audience - young, sweet, and full of vitality." "I'm just a writer." She interrupted him. Did an author need an idol image?

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

“Why have I never heard of this?” “I went there during summer holidays, since I needed money at that time. My father was just laid off, and my mother was down with leukemia.” Myka gave a self-deprecating smile. “Sounds cliche, doesn’t it? Most female leads in romance novels have the exact same tragic story as mine. They sell their bodies to get money for their family members, and then they run into domineering CEOs. “Unfortunately for me, I’m not you nor those female leads. I didn’t run into Kieran and Titus. I sold myself to an old man for money.

And as usual, I made sure my manuscript was clean and had no errors or plot holes. Romance has been my genre since then until now. I have tried to write Horror, Mystery, Children's poems, and Non-Fiction books, but I keep returning to Romance, which drew me to start trying to write in the first place. Because when I was young, I read my Mom's pocketbooks and was enticed to try them. I loved the feeling and emotions it gave me.