Romance Danielle Steel Novels & Stories

She teased him while playing with her hair lock as the woman walked closer to him. Danielle’s emerald eyes shone a golden shade now and Blonde hair made a deadly combination with her pale whitish skin. The alpha knew she was aroused by now and could feel her wolf, that was why he smiled assuming that she might release him if he truthfully told her about his feelings. "Yes, yes! I'm beyond frustrated that I can't touch you. Can you release me, love? So I can devour you like the sexy feast you are!?" She chuckled softly at his words which made her happy that he was interested in her body. She approached him and lifted his face from chin, Danielle looked straight into his eyes and confronted.

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Claire teased. Danielle sighed. "Now I wish I had not mentioned anything about that encounter." "Oh, come on D." Claire whined. "I tell you everything." "So do I, gurl. So do I." "Good. So tell me about it again." "Claire McLennie!" Danielle snapped. "What else do you want to hear? That we both said some cheesy stuff in the name of love?" Claire sighed wistfully. "You know that I'm a romantic at heart. I want detailsssssss." She drew out the last word.

“If there is one thing I’m sure of is that you’re a good person, Danielle, and I have absolute faith that you are going to close that gate, close all the gates, and stop the deabru.” She glanced down at their joined hands. Her lower belly all fluttery again. Dannie pressed her legs together and looked up to catch him watching her mouth. She licked her lips, nervous, aroused, and god knows what else. “Ever consider the possibility your faith is misplaced?” Her voice came out breathy.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

“Like if I could just… make it through the day, that meant I won.” He tilted his head. “And now?” “Now I want more. I want to live.” Xander stepped forward until we were chest-to-chest. His hand slid behind my neck, thumb grazing the scar at my nape. “You already are.” --- The city buzzed beneath us, but up here, it felt like we were suspended in time. Then the glass door opened again. Danielle stepped out, holding a tablet and wearing her signature red lipstick and leather jacket. “Sorry to crash the rooftop date,” she said, glancing between us. “But you’re gonna want to see this.”

Alexandra finally whispered out fearfully, "Why...what makes you think all of this, sweet heart?" Danielle was pacing angrily and seething as she explained, "I'm sure you know I had her go down on me a while ago. She did amazing and had me orgasming very fast. She even moaned a little as she did it and closed her eyes like she was in pleasure, you both know what I'm talking about."

Danielle My legs shook in my heels as I stood in front of the Carter building. It was huge. Covered in white paint, and glasses. “Are you going to go in, ma'am?” My assistant, Brielle asked, and I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Of course,” I answered her. As I headed up the steps, I tipped my chin. I was just Danielle anymore. I had to remember that. Constantly. The door was pushed open by the guards, and I took in the rest of the buildings. It was the perfect furniture. As someone that spent her whole life studying decor, I could tell that it was expensive just by looking at it.

My vision was clouded with lust and reluctance. “Cam, we can’t…” I gasped, but the words were useless. I needed that. For him to make love to me, but still, it felt wrong. His eyes, dark and heavy, burned into mine. Cameron leaned in, whispering in a voice thick with rasp, desire, and command. “We’re allowed to have five minutes too, Danielle.”