Novel & Cerita Regency Romance Novels 2021

My pussy clenched at the sight. “Oh god,” I whispered, fingers trailing down my own body instinctively. “That’s so hot.” They broke apart, breathing hard. Damien looked down at me. “You like watching your men kiss, Marilyn?” “More than I should.” My voice was husky. I sat up slowly, the dress long abandoned. “Don’t stop on my account.” Cas pulled Damien closer, their bodies pressing together beside me, hard cocks brushed. Damien groaned into Cas’s mouth, hand wrapping around both shafts, stroking them together in slow, firm pulls. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

It was six AM and it was still dark outside. It was Jonathan's call and I almost didn't answer. "I shouldn't be calling this early," he said. His voice was strangely tight. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I couldn't sleep," he said. "I went through the letters again. The ones Seraphina brought and there's something in the eleventh letter I missed last night. It's about the financial penalty clause." "What about it?" I asked. "The clause doesn't just apply to your mother's estate," he said. "There's a secondary beneficiary named in the original document. Someone who gets a share if the penalty is ever triggered."

She pulled back and turned around and that was when I saw her. Her eyes lingered on Emma and me for about a minute. Like she had known she’d see us. Like she was back for revenge. My breath caught. Not only was she here, but she was kissing my biggest rival, Luca Deveraux. Emma pulled me closer tightly while Emily watched. She must have heard that we were married by now. She didn’t seem surprised. Luca whispered something into her ear. She exhaled. His hands rolled down to her back, like it belonged there.

he whispers at me a few minutes later, staring at the ceiling. “Does it bother you?” “No, of course not.” I sit up and lean over his ear, trying not to move Liam. “He’ll keep doing this until you learn to say no. I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.” I see Gabriel’s smile in the dark shade of the room, and I carefully step out of bed. -END- UP NEXT -->>> Mr. Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB*

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She lunged forward the moment I opened the door. “Jansen! You’re finally willing to see me!” I stood right at the door, staring at her coldly and expressionlessly. Wanda eagerly opened a velvet case, presenting a huge diamond ring right before me. She dropped to her knees and gushed, “Jansen, look! It’s a ring! I bought it! Let’s get married! We’ll register our marriage right away! “I was a fool through and through! Forgive me, please! As long as you come back to me, I’ll agree to anything you ask of me!”

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Then, without looking at me, he murmured, “From this moment on, Elena, you’re not just my wife. You’re my shield.” The doors opened. And the world I thought I knew shattered. I had never seen a gala like the one in the ballroom beyond those doors. It pulsed with quiet power instead of sparkling with champagne bubbles and laughter. It seemed like everyone in the room was playing a game I didn't know the rules to, and the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Women in gowns that cost more than a lifetime's salary and men in sharp suits stood in small groups, their eyes sharp and their voices low. They weren't having a good time. Their purpose was to plot. Offers. Secrets. Silk-clad wars.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.