Rock Star Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“I love you, Scarlet. More than anything. I can’t live anymore without you.” “I can say the same.” He kissed me swiftly. “Promise me something.” I chortled between our breaths. “Promise you what?” “That whatever might happen to us after this, you would never let go.” I felt him tense. “Of course, I won’t. Luke, you were my first love. I guess I haven’t told you about it.” I chuckled at his sweet words. He gazed at me softly. “Really?” “Yes, but we have a lot of time. We can still talk about that later. But why are you suddenly being like this?”

"And what if it ruins me?" Leya's mouth curled slowly, fatally, into a smile. "Then you should have been more careful to whom you were married if you didn't know her at all." She was moving away. But his arm shot out. And in an instant—it was spinning her around, breast to the hard contours of his chest, his face inches from hers. "You want the truth?" he growled. "Very well." His lips brush against hers—slimy, bruising, angry, furious, and of something wildly, wildly too dangerous to speak. It was not beautiful. It was not sweet. It was the hurricane that lashed against its equal—and against both of them, giving nothing.

I noticed tattoos peeking out from beneath her jumper and felt an instant flame of jealousy. Pretty didn't cover it. This girl was rock’n’roll chic, different from Isla’s sexiness, but she still looked every inch the girlfriend of a rockstar. I searched my brain for anything I had read that told me one of Dionysus Rising was dating and came back blank. Not that it was surprising. After what had happened with Dion, I had purposely not gone searching for gossip about the band. Anything I knew about their antics was purely due to Elodie filling me in.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

My secretary came in to remind me of the presentation from the product department that I was supposed to see. By the end of the day, I had received three calls from investors who wanted to pull out and two from sponsors who felt threatened by the public's opinion on the fact that Dave had claimed I ran a drug dealing and human trafficking ring. I dialed a number that my secretary had sourced for me. “Bella Rossa restaurant. How may I help you?” “Mikhail Romanov. I'd like to make a reservation for eight thirty. Can you make that work?” “Sure thing, Mr Romanov. Table for one?”

Annabelle Luca, his ex, Alessandra’s mom. More tears rolled down Raina’s cheeks. “How long has this been going on?” She demanded. “Raina it’s not what you thin.....” “You bastard; I trusted you, I let you in, I told you my deepest secret, I showed you my scar and this is how you repay me?” “You men are all the same.” Ronald ran his fingers through his hair “Raina, please let me explain.” “Explain what? that you were kissing her because you no longer love me?or because I don’t come from a high-class family.”

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in. "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." "Then do it," I whispered, my heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst. He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth crashed onto mine, deep and demanding with tongue thrusting in like he was starving for me. His big hand shoved under my crop top, his rough palm scorching across my bare skin and his fingers dug into my waist, yanking me harder against him. I could feel how hard he was already, thick and insistent against my thigh. I kissed him back just as desperately with my nails raking down his back through his team jacket. My hips shamelessly grinding against him and chasing th

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.