Novel & Cerita Romance Novels Colleen Hoover

Sincerely, Cora" Okay, good enough. With that taken care of, Cora fed her cat Ringo and curled up in bed with the big tabby and a romance novel. That was about the closest she was going to get to her perfect match - a warm cat on her feet and a hot hero on a page.

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

A look back and she saw her men had the same tension about them. "Cassidy Myers? Hmm... I've heard that name before," Nolan enthused. "Oh! I remember now, you're that one, the woman my nephew messed around with," Nolan said all with the exuberance of a child. Of course, he knew who Cassidy is. He often had people observing his nephew's moves. And a vital part of the information he received was on the ladies his nephew was seeing. So he knows who Cassidy is, a divorced woman running a gallery at Tribeca. He knew for a fact that Asher had dumped her too, for Joan Hargreaves.

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CHAPTER 1 The bass from the club speakers vibrated through my chest as I pushed through the crowd. I spotted her at the far end of the bar, exactly where my research said she would be. Caroline West. Forty-five years, sharp black blazer, dark red lips, the kind of woman who looked like she owned every room she entered. My father’s biggest rival. The woman I had been sent to destroy. My name is Diana. Twenty-two years and an aspiring photographer. Tonight I was a liar. I ordered a drink I didn’t want and moved closer. When the bartender stepped away, I leaned on the counter beside her.

I couldn't bear the thought of looking back one day and wishing I had taken the chance to be with someone like Callan. "You were perfect, Sophia," Callan said softly. "You didn't cry. You didn't bleed. You didn't faint. You took every single inch of me into your tight little body, you rode me until you couldn't stand, and you begged me for more." "I am not your personal sex toy!" I shouted back, my eyes burning. "And I am definitely not your cure! I have a life! I have college! I have a mother who works for you!" "You are whatever I decide you are," Callan said softly.

The room was filled with department heads. The general manager, Wallace Beckham, frowned. "Ms. Thornton, what exactly is going on? Is what was said in the email true?" "Mr. Beckham, everyone." I stood up, scanning the room before my gaze finally landed on Everly. "Ms. Chance says I'm obsessed with men. She claimed that I was competing with her, that I used dirty thoughts to accuse them of an inappropriate relationship." I smiled slightly, then my expression turned cold. "So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room to