Romance Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

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.

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

My pussy clenched at the sight. “Oh god,” I whispered, fingers trailing down my own body instinctively. “That’s so hot.” They broke apart, breathing hard. Damien looked down at me. “You like watching your men kiss, Marilyn?” “More than I should.” My voice was husky. I sat up slowly, the dress long abandoned. “Don’t stop on my account.” Cas pulled Damien closer, their bodies pressing together beside me, hard cocks brushed. Damien groaned into Cas’s mouth, hand wrapping around both shafts, stroking them together in slow, firm pulls. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

Every woman I had ever tried to be with ended up crying in pain, passing out before I could even get halfway inside, or bleeding so badly I had to call private doctors to patch them up. My own body felt like a heavy curse. I'm forty-three years old, extremely wealthy, and feared by everyone in the city, yet I couldn't even have normal, simple sex. The furthest any woman could ever go was using her mouth, and even then, most of them choked, gagged, or gave up after just a few minutes because my dick was just too thick for their throats. Things got so bad that women almost died on me.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

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

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.