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She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Ashley sat close to the fire with her pen and book. She was just about to finish the last two chapters of her recent novel. Maybe I should make Avery's boyfriend break up with her? She reasoned. She opened her pen cover again and continued writing. It was her sixth novel since the beginning of the first half of the year.

Serafina taunted, her teeth gritted as her blue eyes regarded him with anger. "Oh, I could do so much to you," Alessio hissed, their voices lowering as his gaze fell on her lips, both his and Serafina's breathing becoming erratic. "I could snap your neck," He leaned closer to her lips. "You wouldn't have it in you," She gasped as his hold tightened a little, heat enveloping her body as she didn't find it threatening, his hand clutching her neck made her rather aroused. "There isn't anything you can do me, Romano,"

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Just as I felt a man’s breath on my skin, I heard the click of the cuffs releasing from my wrists. The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with his intense gaze and his name escaped my lips. “Sebastian,” Sebastian Genovese, the next in line heir of the Genovese family. The man sinfully attractive and out of my league. The man I always wanted to call “Mine” Dangerous Affection: Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance Find this book on the Goodnovel web now and on the Goodnovel app after it is signed. *** Other Title by Author Anika: My Indian Wife

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

The intense fluid dynamics swirling between us, laced with the heavy aroma of chocolate and rich cigar smoke, burned all the way down my throat. Matteo deepened the kiss even further, burying me into the luxury mattress of the yacht without breaking contact for even a fraction of a second. Right in the thick of that breathtaking, dense lust, along the wet bridge linking our mouths, I felt his own slick moisture, his saliva, slip into my mouth with a searing heat. The moment was so overwhelming that Nova—the ultimate clean-freak queen who normally loathed everything and lived life through antibacterial sprays—swallowed his warm fluid, drowning inside a massive vortex of desire. That wetness s

"This... This will get worse before it gets better." Her gaze followed me. "So will you." she softly said. I didn't answer her anymore. I didn't want to make her feel more awkward so I left and softly closed the door. I pressed a hand to my chest while breathing through the ache. The bond pulsed and I knew it was far from over. For the first time as an Alpha, I wasn't sure what scared me more. Is it her sealed wolf or the desire that could undo us both? With that question in my mind, I returned to my quarters while ignoring my wolf that still raging under my skin. The ache in my chest and my throbbing needs hadn't faded even for a second. I was about to take a cold shower when someone knocke

he whispered, looking deep into my eyes, sending shivers down my entire body. Oh, my God... "No, you can't do that. You're playing dirty!" I protested. "You know I never play fair," he whispered, his lips almost touching mine. "Nathan..." "Do you remember what I said when we arrived in Paris? Well, I want to make love to you now, Mrs. Ryan," he said. And just like the first time, and every time after that, I knew I couldn't resist.

The man nodded, and I took the envelope, my brow furrowing as I examined it. The envelope was sturdy, the kind that didn’t tear easily, with a texture that felt raw, almost primal, under my fingertips. The wax seal still warm, its deep red imprint crest —a snarling wolf encircled by jagged branches— was fresh and precise. A faint scent of pine and smoke clung to it, sharp and urgent. But before I could open it, footsteps echoed behind me. “Thank you, I’ll take it from here,” Ryan’s firm voice cut through the air.