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Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.

“I’ve got plenty of books for you to read.” “Your taste in books is boring. I’m a woman, John.” “I know.” His hands cupped her breasts making her gasp. “I like romance books.” Trying to focus on anything while he cupped her breasts was hard. Romance books, she needed romance books. Focus on them. “Do you want paperbacks, or should I organize an e-reader?” he asked. “What?” “I can give you an account for your books, or I can have an e-reader in your hands by the end of the day and you can order whatever the hell you like.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse once again.

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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."

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But I wasn't as close to her as I was to Maya. I made my way toward my reading table and lowered myself onto the chair. I sighed, pressing a hand to my face before opening my laptop. Once I logged into one of the online novel-reading apps where I published my erotica books, notifications began to beep. They were comments from my readers. Over a hundred of them, which I had expected because I hadn't uploaded anything in the past three days since everything started. I began reading them one after the other. Christine_Atelier: When will you upload the next chapter, author? I'm dying to know if Aurora would actually beg for Damien's cock or if she would keep proving stubborn.

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.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

I mean no boy would really love to read them and even if there were some, I wasn’t the one who would love to read such romance books. It was a complete taboo for me. It if was a book related to crime and investigations and some murders and on, I would have loved to read them but I know what would she want me to read. It would be obviously romance books. “Where are the books?” I asked her. She motioned her eyes at the phone which was laying on the table. “Cell phone? You want it?” I asked her. “No, it’s not like that. We can find almost every books online. I want you to read from there,” she said.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.