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He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

I whispered. “Lena,” she breathed, her hot breath brushing my wet skin. I’d heard the other guys talk about a cheerleader named Lena — the one with the killer body. Looks like I won two trophies today. I didn’t wait any longer. I pulled her under the running shower and kissed her hard, our wet lips sliding together. She moaned into my mouth, hands roaming greedily over my chest and abs while the water cascaded down our bodies. I grabbed her ass, spanking it firmly. The soft flesh jiggled under my palm, driving me crazy.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

“You can't expect me to be all over my girl to prove a point. I'm more mature than that.” Jessica snorts. “It's not about maturity. It's something you can't help.” Lucian blushes. “What do you count as chemistry?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. She narrows her eyes back at me. “Something more than what you are doing. It's been fifteen minutes and you both didn't exchange glances, didn't laugh while staring at each other, and didn't whisper affectionately to each other.” She sighs dramatically. “There are things lovers do even without intentionally intending to rub their relationship in our faces.”

Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

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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."

“This is rape with a pretty word on it.” Ash’s smile thinned. “Call it whatever keeps you righteous. Your scent called across the border. We answered. We don’t apologize for taking what’s in heat on our land.” “I’m not in heat.” Rook rolled his hips the inch the knot allowed. I gasped. More spend pushed against the seal. “You will be,” Rook said into my skin. “Or close enough.” We stayed locked a long time. Rook pulled out slow. I felt empty and flooded at once. Cum leaked out of me in a thick line. He looked at it, pushed two fingers back in as if he couldn’t stand the waste, then wiped them on my thigh.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"