Rock Star Romance Books Novels & Stories

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

A tattoo over his heart that looked like sound waves. “What is this?” I asked, tracing it. “My first song. The one that made me want to be a musician.” “It’s beautiful.” “So are you.” I kissed him again. Worked his jeans open. He helped me get them off, then reached for mine. We stripped each other slowly. Learning. Exploring. When we were both naked, he pulled me on top of him. “I want to watch you,” he said. “Riven.” “Please. I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.”

The rain drummed harder against the windows, but all I could focus on was the way her body arched up to meet mine, soft curves pressing into my chest. I broke the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her eyes raked over my chest, the tattoos snaking down my arms, and she reached out, nails scraping lightly down my skin. "Fuck, Sebastian," she breathed, voice husky. That was all it took. I grabbed the front of her white button-down and ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor. Her bra was simple black lace, barely containing her full tits. I shoved it down, freeing them, and leaned in to suck one hard nipple into my mouth. She gasped, back bowing a

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

As opposed to me, who had $50,000 in student loans, no job to speak of, and had to beg my parents for rent money for a shitty studio apartment in Queens. Which is another reason it had been so hard to turn down the Rolling Stone gig: I was so tired of being a flat-broke failure. “If you take the gig, you’ll probably be drinking Cristal every night,” she prodded. “Or at least really good bourbon. I hear they like to party hard.” “I doubt Ryan does.” “Ha! That’s probably true.” She sighed and propped her chin on her palm. “I hit on two band members before they got rich and famous… and I struck out with both of them.”

For a split second, the cocky rockstar disappeared and I saw something real — exhaustion, frustration, genuine confusion. “You’re dangerous,” I whispered. “I know.” His voice dropped even lower. “But so are you. Standing here in that tiny robe, nipples hard, fighting how bad you want me to bend you over this bed and fuck the attitude right out of you. I’d start slow, tease that pretty pussy until you’re begging. Then I’d give it to you deep and rough, just like you need.” “Stop,” I breathed, but my voice cracked. He smirked, still not touching me. “Tell me to leave again and I will. But we both know you don’t really want that.”

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