Romance Novels By Stacey Abrams Novels & Stories

‘ I thought, staring at him, my brows narrowed in confusion. “Mia, we will both go on shopping after college, okay?” Nora’s words pulled me back to the earth, and I looked at her. “Why all of the sudden shopping?” As I asked her, she blushed. “I and Amir, we’re going on a date tonight.” She told me sheepishly. “You’re shying as if you’re going on a date with him for the first time.” “I don’t know why, even after a year, I still feel butterflies in my stomach when I go on a date with Amir.” She told me with a contented smile, and added, “when you fall in love, then you’ll understand.”

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

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

“Well, then. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, your stepmother, Sabrina.” I smiled, trying to control my lips from twitching so much. “Hi.” “Darling, this is Ace, my only child,” Scott added. “Nice to meet you, Sabrina,” Ace said as he stood up, extending a hand to me. I stood up slowly, reached out to him as we shook. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at. He licked his lips as his eyes scanned my body from my waist up to my eyes. The handshake lasted far longer than it should have. I swear, there was no doubt my pussy was already soaking wet from how deeply his touch was affecting me.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Stacy expressed her surprise. "Oh, I gave up for a while, because school got so tough and it felt like I might lose my mind. Now, I want to start again." "What is it going to be about? Do you have an idea of the theme and genre already?" Stacy inquired. "Yes," she smiled, "It is going to be a medical romance between a patient and a doctor. Since it is my profession, I think I would enjoy writing it more," Stacy grinned happily at the thought of the great plot that she was planning to put down in writing.

She walked to the glass windows that overlooked the city and sigh. Once she did considered her feelings for Wayne as lust and infatuation but not now. She didn't enjoy being with guys that much. She's known Wayne ever since he started working for Zachary, and that's a year and half ago. It was his smile, killer looks and sturdy built that had sent her feelings on fire. Now that fire seems to kindle and lights more fiercely. Stacey runs her hand down her hair and return to the bed. She stare at the laptop in frustration. She cocked her brows as an idea pops on her mind. She never did searched about Mrs Grace. She sighed and pulled the laptop closer. She typed on it and it pops up immediately.

"He’s a saint, Vane. I don't have room for saints." She locked herself in the study. She didn't reach for her profit reports. She reached for the heavy, leather bound journals she’d pulled from Abram’s private safe. She needed the intensity. She needed the high stakes of a man who would burn a city to keep her. She poured a scotch, the amber liquid burning her throat. Every night was the same. Reading his words. Finding his thoughts. Trying to locate the man who had erased himself for her. She was addicted to the toxic heat. Julian’s kindness felt like lukewarm water. Abram’s hatred felt like fire.

It doesn't matter if she might accept me only to make her ex-husband jealous or anything else. Once she is mine, I know that I am going to enjoy her, devour her, and bring out her submissive as well as dominant side. Stacey Cruz is a confident woman who finds herself unlucky in love side but she remains unaware that a pleasant love life is looking forward for her. I end the meeting and inform my secretary to reschedule the rest of my meetings and arrive straight for my car.