Romance Books About Musicians Novels & Stories

Now the slow soft music created another world of romanticism for them. Viaan never flickered his gaze away from hers, so when she looked back at him, their eyes locked passionately. "How would I have called it a date with no music or our dance?" His voice came out huskier than usual. "I wanted to leave no stone unturned on our romantic date!" Staring passionately deep into her soul, he swayed their bodies slowly, according to the music. The slow, soft beats soon had them dancing rhythmically.

"To be honest, I like many musicians, for example, Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, The Weeknd, Jon Bellion, Halsey, and many more. What about you?" "I like Billie Eilish, Halsey, Meghan Trainor and Jon Bellion." She replied. "That is cool." The next day, she had bought him a new mp3 player which had 200 songs, many of which were sang by his favorite musicians. The incessant beeping of the oven timer broke his thoughts. He put on the oven mittens and removed the croissants from the oven. The sweet aroma of the food brought a smile to his face. He hoped Chiara would like the meal. When the food was done, he set the table and waited for Chiara to return home.

But fuck the lines, she was driving me crazy with this dance of hers. The DJ played a different but similar music about shaking ass and being a rich woman. Sandy took the song as an anthem and started to move her ass with her bent over. I gnawed on my lip and ran my hand from her lower back, up her spine and I felt tempted to grab her hair and thrust into her. I could already feel the area between her legs rubbing against my hardened cock. I knew she could feel my cock and that made things even hotter for me.

The gesture was so unexpectedly soft coming from this man that I didn't move. He set my hand down gently and leaned back in his chair. A small silence settled between us, easier than all the ones before it. Then he looked at me and something almost like amusement crept into his expression, quiet and unhurried. "I think April likes me already, you know," he said, his voice dropping into something low and almost playful. "She told me herself this morning." He tilted his head slightly, his eyes holding mine. "I think we could make a good family together."

book to a specific page I had marked and handed it to him. "Just read." I watched Lorenzo's reaction, which went from a frown to eyes wide in shock. "What?... is this a p**n book?" "It's not a p**n book," Andrea said in a reprimanding tone. "It's The Señorita!" I said in an admiring sigh followed by Andrea. "This book is about a romance between a Spanish cook and a lady of the aristocracy! A forbidden romance between a rich lady and a commoner! Ahhh..." I sighed. "The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!"

“But I keep coming back for more. The rumors about us are starting though. One of your guys gave me a weird look earlier.” He pulled me onto his lap on the couch. “Let them talk. I’ll handle it. You’re my muse, and no one takes you from me.” His hand slipped between my legs again, fingers playing with my sensitive pussy as we talked. “Does it scare you? Being this tied to me?” “A little,” I admitted, grinding against his fingers even as guilt twisted in my gut. My breakthrough felt dirty now, as if I earned it on my back and his commands. But the obsession felt too good to stop. “I just want the music to be real too.”

She etched it in her mind, and Lucas was sure he could feel that hope. Lucas let out a breath. He could not hold back any longer and decided to walk slowly towards her. Graceful and silent, he hugged Velia from behind. There was a moment of surprise that jolted Velia. Just for an instant. The seconds ticked by, and Lucas felt Velia's touch on his hands. “You're back?” Lucas nodded against Velia's shoulder. “For a long time?” “Long enough for me to record an entire album of songs that you sang.”

Across the town, Daniel, a reserved bookstore owner, buried himself in the pages of novels, seeking refuge from a past that cast a shadow over his heart. Fate orchestrated their first meeting in the town's charming café, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the delicate notes of a piano. Their eyes locked across the room, and in that moment, the symphony of Serenity Falls played the first chords of their love story. As Lila frequented Daniel's bookstore, seeking solace in the words that lined the shelves, their connection deepened. Daniel, captivated by Lila's vibrant spirit, found the courage to share the chapters of his own life that he had kept hidden for so long.

“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.

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”