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“Books saved my ass more than once.” I shifted closer without thinking, drawn by the honesty. “What do you normally read?” “Anything real. History. Thrillers. A couple romances when I’m feeling masochistic.” That tiny smirk again. It made my stomach flip. “You?” I laughed softly. “All the romances. The steamier the better… where the guy actually sees the girl, you know?” His eyes met mine. Held. “Yeah. I know.” “He sounds like a fucking idiot,” Ryan said flatly referring to my ex boyfriend. His hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers inches away from my shoulder. “He doesn’t deserve a woman who looks at him the way you did”

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

"Randy and I...share a lot of things." Autumn swallowed a bite of bacon to hide her surprise. "You mean you tell each other about your dates? Like high school boys?" "Not exactly," he mumbled. "Then what, exactly?" Then her jaw dropped as a stunning thought hit her. "You mean you share your women?" "Hey, don't make it sound like we're committing murder," he said defensively and rose to refill his coffee mug. "Don't tell me you've never heard of ménage." Of course she'd heard of it. Hadn't she read about it in her erotic romances? Hadn't it been one of the things she and the blog ladies had discussed and fantasized and giggled about at the convention.

JULIA "What are you reading now?" Scott asked. Scott was my husband of ten years. He had just caught me engaged in one of my guilty pleasures, reading erotic romance novels. More than erotic, steamy really. Scott is tall, surfer boy handsome and fit. He has his own residential construction business and often worked with his men, which meant he was a man's man as well as a woman's. I loved him immensely and was not looking to upgrade. For that matter, he was more romantic than I was, still giving me flowers on special occasions and celebrating Valentine's Week, not Valentine's Day. He helped with the household chores, rubbed my feet or my back if they hurt, and was the best lover I've ever ha

Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. "Ah, Asher Evans it is then, I'll set a date for your first meet with him," Francesca declared when Joan picks the twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. Although Francesca thought it was quite unfortunate that her niece should go on a date with the wicked rascal, she had to concede, desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't understand, why would I go on a date with him?" "I told you it's an old tradition, it's an alliance between families, a marriage of opportunity, but who knows, it might spark some romance you desperately need in your life," Francesca state

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.

“It was you, and your novels instill high standards when it comes to the man my girlfriend should love. And that is the main reason why we ended falling apart. The men in your novels are the reason! Do only people like them have the right to love and be loved? What about simple men like me? How are we, huh? Do we have no right to be happy? Do we have no right to love and be loved? Huh? Tell me? How about us?” Shean was startled by the furious man. The giant testosterone was definitely furious. And at the same time, she wants to raise an eyebrow. What does this simple man say? Nah! Just by seeing him and she knew he is so perfect being a hero in her novels.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

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.

Dear readers, I want to express my deepest gratitude for joining me on this exhilarating journey through "Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride." Your enthusiastic support and unwavering interest have breathed life into these characters, and I am truly humbled by your response. As I sit down to pen this note, my mind brims with new ideas. I'm currently crafting an enchanting werewolf romance that promises to sweep you off your feet and transport you to a world of love and fantasy. While the title is still in the works, rest assured that it will evoke the same range of emotions you've come to expect.