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“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

He looked at me with an expression I could not immediately decipher. “You captured it,” he said. “What.” “The feeling.” “Which feeling.” “The uncertainty. The defiance. The quiet choice.” I swallowed. “You are not upset.” “No.” “Even though the system is still present in it.” “Yes.” “It feels like closure,” he said. I had not expected that. “It does.” We did not discuss it further that night. We did not need to. The publishing process moved quickly. Perhaps too quickly. My previous non fiction success opened doors. Editors responded enthusiastically. Marketing teams used phrases like genre bending romance and intelligent speculative fiction.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

“I don’t want you seeing all the things I wrote about you. I made a fantasy about you and sold it to the world. Now that I think about it, I’m supposed to give you out of the money.” “No, no, no. Angel, no.” “Are you sure?” “Positive,” he replied. Dragging her bottom lip, he sucked on the upper one. “Do I fuck better in your books or in real life, baby?” “Real life,” she said. He fucked so good that if he pushed his hand up her thighs, he would see the evidence of that excellence. “You’re better than my fictional husband.” “Good to hear. So, what publishers?” “Ace Publishing Services,” she told him. His eyes widened for a nanosecond. She almost thought she imagined it. “You know them?”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, why would such a prestigious publisher be interested in this theme?” “And why not? We appreciate all the emotions and reactions we can provide to our readers. A recent survey made it clear that erotic romance is on the rise, as human contact and seduction seem to be lacking in this world.” Patrik smiled, tapping the pen on the table. “So, what do you say?” “I...” Phil sighed, disappointed. “I can't commit to this. I have no aptitude or affinity for such a theme. I don't think I could develop it properly.”

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

I was Julian’s slut whenever I wanted to be now, and that was a huge amount of the time. We both worked from the same home office. Him writing hot, dirty filth, and me blogging about it. A life of dreams. I’d been almost nineteen when he’d hit publish on his first novel – The Girl Downstairs, and it went viral on my nineteenth birthday, hitting the top one hundred with a boom. He’d written two since, both of them winners. He could say it was Lola’s cover design that had launched his career into the romance world with a bang all he wanted, and she deserved one hell of a lot of credit, sure, but that wasn’t it. His words were magic, just like her covers were. And so were his fantasies… all of

I want to ask, but I don’t think that’s something you just ask because I don’t want to sound like the crazy one here. “I ended up signing my book Duke of The Night with the indie publisher Phantomedia under the name Dawn Phoenix. It was a coincidence that my editor was Byron Grey.” She explained. “I thought you said you met him online. If he’s your smut publisher, how is that online?” I questioned. “It’s not smut. It’s paranormal historical fiction romance.” Shannon scoffed indignantly at my choice of words. “Is more than fifteen percent of the book sex?” I arched my brow. She didn’t have to answer. She turned bright pink, which said it all.