Romance Books Amazon Novels & Stories

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Please have a check. He turned the note over and there was another line of words: Please send the divorce papers and ring to Francis Williams’s address at your earliest convenience. Thank you. That familiar handwriting seemed like an insult in Michael’s eyes. He opened the drawer to the dresser and there were big and small boxes arranged neatly inside. That was all his effort. Michael bought the best cosmetics for her and chose the best accessories for her. He could even remember the model of all the accessories and the date when he bought them for Christina.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

There is something about the way it is wrapped, so carefully and deliberately, that makes me think it is more than just a simple gift. I unzip the parcel, my hands trembling slightly, and pull out a stack of books. Romance novels, to be exact. New releases, their covers glossy and pristine, the kind of books I have not had the time or energy to buy since I came back to America. I run my fingers over the titles, my heart aching in a way I cannot quite explain.

He held out his hand and took it. He led me into the work study, and at the back I could notice a new bookcase. When I approached it, I was in shock at what he had given me. It was the complete collection of first editions by the most prolific romance authors of the past. I gasped. “I realized Luca's gift was nice, but I thought you might want more,” Alessandro said, his voice husky. “You deserve better.” I touched the books devotedly and looked at Alessandro in complete shock.

DAMON'S POV: ​I found one of her romance novels by complete accident in a small airport bookstore during a layover in Europe. Seeing her name printed in big bold letters on the shiny cover felt like getting kicked right in the stomach. Her photo was printed on the back page, looking as stunning and untouchable as ever. ​I bought every single copy the shop had. I read them all, cover to cover, while sitting alone in hotel rooms. I read her stories about brave heroes and about leading women who were strong and fierce.