Rock Star Romance Novels & Stories

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Amelia broke the heavy silence. “That’s an offensive word, Ms. Croft. The chemistry between Roman and me is natural. We I seated on the backseat of the seven-seater car. “I said what everyone felt in the party, Dr. Miller because Roman Storm’s romantic life is quite a talk among the folks.” She said. I could sense a smirk on her face while Dominic sat with no expression on his face. “Roman is the man who stood by my side when I needed someone. He’s my angel. And about falling in love, well it happened over time before we both realized.” I tried to lie smoothly and hoped she bought my story.

Everything vanished from their minds, leaving only the passionate desire to savor their limited time. Sweat splattered. Beads of sweat cascaded down Lucas's face. One drop. Two drops. They fell one by one, landing on Velia's buttocks. Lucas blinked. The sensual sight momentarily increased his excitement. His thrusts became faster, and Velia's moans echoed once again. “Oh, Luc.” Lucas's eyes glazed over. Velia's sensual voice fueled his enthusiasm even more. Keep moving. Without pause. No gaps were created. Their lovemaking produced sounds that filled the room. Velia's moans. Lucas's groans. Along with the erotic sound of their masculinity and femininity meeting and colliding. It all created

Women were dying to breathe the same air he did. DO NOT EVEN THINK, written all over his face, and his bodyguards are doing their jobs well. His gaze darted to the floor. Men and women were swaying their bodies to the rhythm of romantic music. Couples face beaming with joy with their partners. Mr. and Mrs. Stone both had incredible smiles. Embracing each other in arms and they kissed. Minutes had passed, but the loving birds were still unwilling to let go of each other's lips. Their kiss grows in intensity as the music progresses.

Romeo lies down, pressing his chest to Romeo's back and putting his arm around his lover's waist, caressing his belly, while he begins to sing softly. - "I wanna drive down to Texas, flip off my exes, Get kind of reckless, and have wild, wild, wild sex under the moon, But only if it's with you; I got some baggage; let's do some damage, I am not made for no horsey and carriage, You know I'm savage, but you're looking past it, I want that late-night sweet magic, that forever-lasting love, But only if it's with you." Romeo changes position and smiles.

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.”

Crystal was about to question Roxie's action until the bride smiled, looking over at Dante who was eyeing Crystal with more than just a curious gaze. "It won't be easy for the two of you, but you'll make each other happy." Crystal's tears rolled as she looked at Dante who smiled at her--smitten with the young vamp already. Roxie linked her arm with Walker and took a deep breath. "Now we can go have some spicy time." “Fuck...” Walker watched as Roxie rode him slowly, their labored breaths hitching as the rain poured over the rooftops, “I wouldn’t trade this for anything..”

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

"Her name is Martha. After five years of being presumed dead, she has returned. It's a little difficult.” John raises his eyebrows. "Whoa. That's a lot, all right. However, shouldn't you be glad she's still alive?” Evelyn responds, "I am happy," with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “The issue is that Martha and Louisa are involved in a tumultuous romantic triangle with a particular guy. This guy was Martha's first love, but while we believed Martha was gone, Louisa and Kingsley started dating. "And now….." She throws up her hands and trails off.

“Has there ever been such a match made in heaven? You are both straight into your obsessions. What are you writing, Em? Any good sex?” “I am writing my first contemporary romance,” she replied. “Let me guess, star-crossed lovers in a band?” He laughed. Owen laughed. “Does it have a happy ending?” “No, but they keep their bandmates awake in the tour bus with their rhythmic thumping,” James rocked suggestively and groaned. “Oh, Emily, f-k, f-k, f-k!” Owen flushed. “Shut up, James,” he replied without heat. “You are just jealous you can’t lure Jeremy into your bunk.”