Romance Novels Written By Male Authors Novels & Stories

My tank top clung lightly to my skin from the warmth of the kitchen, and my linen shorts felt almost too short now that I knew he was somewhere in the villa. Julian Vale. The man whose erotic novels had kept millions of readers up at night. Reclusive. Brilliant and now, for the next six months, my sole employer. I had taken this job knowing exactly who he was. His previous Chefs only lasted three months and left without any explanation but I chose to interpret it as a personality conflict instead of a warning. Even though i had only spent 4 days in the mansion, I noticed he has a habit of appearing in the kitchen while I cooked,standing in the doorway and observing everything with his pierci

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."

It tasted cold and crisp. “Yes,” I said. “Romance novels.” His eyebrows lifted just a little. “The kind with older men and innocent young women? The kind where the tension builds until it snaps?” My cheeks went hot. He had read the blurbs or Marcus had told him, either way he knew. “Something like that,” I said. He leaned back in his chair. His eyes stayed on mine. “Tell me how you do it. How do you write desire that feels real? Do you research every scene or do you imagine it?”

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

This is your author CastielLj, and I’d like to introduce my stories before FFMH if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. If you are already a follower of mine, thank you so much! We’ve come a long way since Devin, eh ;) Here are my books on GN. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone]

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

I'd made love to her, I'd loved her with my body, and every single day after that, I asked myself the same question. What was wrong with me? I mean, I certainly must have had a screw loose in my brain when I called Jay Ives and bought her those novels. I literally hated romance novels. They gave women unrealistic expectations of romance and relationships that men couldn't live up to. And I didn't get the whole point of drooling over overly endowed men and detailed sex scenes.

Hello All You Beautiful People! I hope you've enjoyed the Xena-Axel chemistry so far. I just wanted to drop by and thank you all for reading my books. Also, just a gentle reminder, it is fictional romance and 'mej written by women' at the end of the day. I need to include a few bumps and flaws to ensure the plot and character development is interesting enough to keep you all hooked. I hope you have liked the book so far and continue to enjoy it further.

»»————————«« Author's note: This novel explores dark romance themes and contains intense content. It includes scenes involving sexual violence and abuse. If these subjects are triggers for you, please be aware that this book may not be suitable. While I've taken care to respect the characters' boundaries, your own sensitivities are paramount. Please consider this before delving into the story. Your well-being is important. Marco Costello isn't your typical hero, and this love story isn't always smooth sailing. If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea.

I thought romance writers have a tight network. "Most of those writers are women..." Jun commented with a wry smile, "I'm the only male romance writer in our company," Iori laughed at that and Jun felt even more awkward. He knew that he was somewhat isolated from the community. But that never bothered him, not the fact that he was a man who wrote books ultimately reserved for women. But, somehow, the way he said it made him sound kind of pathetic, even to his own ears... "Still, the fact that you're not welcome to their community could be due to something else entirely..." Iori said with a wry smile looking sideways