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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

It was hard for him to believe she had been a high powered New York City District Attorney. When she told him she had quit her job to become a romance writer, Alex had been unimpressed. He enjoyed murder mysteries, especially ones with lots of steamy sex, and he’d written occasional columns for the two Postmaster’s Association magazines, The Postal Advocate, and Postmasters Gazette. But a girly romance novel was the last thing Alex would ever be interested in reading, and after seeing the address label on the last package he pulled out of the sack, he knew no one else was going to be reading it either.

“The novel I mentioned when Camilla was here.” “Ah, okay.” Calvin chuckled. Destinee’s confusion had not cleared, but her worried expression made him take another deep breath. He couldn’t lose his temper with his assistant. “A dragon’s kiss, that’s the title,” he said. “Oh. That.” She exhaled a breath of relief, and they both laughed. “There’s only so much I can do, sir. I would suggest a publisher.” “A publisher?” “Yes. They can handle all the sales.” Calvin dragged two fingers across his temple and released a breath. He knew a publisher. In fact, he was working with one. Why didn’t that occur to him since?

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar

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He asked me again making sure that he heard it right. "Yes.. why?" "I don't know if this rumor is right or not but.. She's a famous writer. My cousin worked in a book publisher company and she saw Roseanne go there a few times." "Writer? What kind or book? Horror? Thriller?" I asked. "Romance." When Josh said that, I laughed my ass off. "Romance? Why is it so hard to believe? She hates men and she has zero interest in relationships but she's a romance writer? I don't believe it.. do you have any prove?" I asked, still laughing.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

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.