Rocker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“The new Don of that mafia family seems even more ruthless than his father. He'd swallowed up quite a few old-school clans in the past year.” “He wants their power,” I replied calmly and emotionlessly. When I met Luke's worried gaze, I smiled at him. “Let's not talk about him. It's all in the past now.” Luke did not say anything more. He just held my hand, gently and firmly. The sun shone on his body and the blueprint before me. This was our new hotel and our future together — a life no longer built on lies and betrayal, but a bright future completely within my grasp.

Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies. This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again. Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

He groaned beneath me, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, guiding my movements and lifting me up only to pull me right back down onto his hard cock. The sensation of him inside me while he pinched and squeezed my chest sent blinding sparks of pleasure straight to my core. "Faster, little princess," he gritted out, his teeth bared as his chest rose and fell fast under my palms. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his as I moved faster and faster, completely lost in the rhythm. "I'm close... I can't..." I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. "Not yet," he growled. He gripped my waist tight, flipping me back onto my back once more. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, opening m

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

"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."

The more you do this, the more the book will be promoted. I believe you would be pleased to know that you contributed to the success of my life journey. You can read my other books: Sold To The Savage Alpha ( Werewolf genre) Blindfolded By My Ex-husband (Contemporary romance genre) You can search for my male lead books as well: THE DIVORCED BILLIONAIRE (Urban/ realistic genre) From Squalor To Splendor (Urban/ realistic) Thank you so much as you do so. I love y'all.

I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.