Romance Novels Written By Men Novels & Stories

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

“What would the guys in those romance books of yours do?” I narrowed my eyes at him--- wishing I could just kill him. That son of a bitch read my books?! I knew that every single wolf in my rogue pack had given me side-eyes every time they caught me reading those pink books with big half-naked honks on the cover. Nobody dared to speak against it, mostly because they fear me... But what the hell was I supposed to do?! It wasn’t like I could gain any good, non-toxic relationship experience living as a rogue with men, most of whom considered women as objects to be used for their lustful desires.

Instead, he leaned back slightly, his attention shifting toward something far more comfortable. “Your book,” he said. “You read it?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. “I did,” he confirmed. “And?” He smiled faintly, tilting his head slightly as if considering his words carefully. “You don’t just write romance,” he said slowly. I blinked. “You write conflict.” Something about that made me sit a little straighter. “Your characters feel real,” he continued, “they’re not polished, they’re not perfect, they’re… human.”

“I want a new one on the spot.” I furrowed my brows. “What do you want me to write?” He’s challenging me, so fine… let’s take the challenge! “What’s your genre?” he asked, now sitting on the leather chair opposite mine. “Contemporary romance, fantasy romance,” I answered, Joaquin giving me a single nod. “Alright. Then write something romantic,” he replied, giving more details. “A domineering man, softening to a sweet woman. Go.” I held the pen on my hand as I stared on the blank paper. I felt cold sweat on my back as I grew conscious of the fact that Joaquin, the famous author, watching me as he got a bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge beside his table.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

he asked. "... I always believe that romances are about rogue men who abuse their mate but love them nevertheless." "Please stop reading books like that. It ruins the reputation of a humble man like me." Now he's looking at me with no signs of coldness, picks my hand from his forehead, and kisses my knuckles. "I love you even without the mate bond. I cannot... I just can't... do what you specified." I smiled inevitably and I think it made me look angelic.

It slowly hardened, until it was fully erect. "Damn! What are you doing to me?" he whispered, amazed that his manhood was finally alive again. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Senyorito, wait," she said nervously. But Grayson was consumed by lust, looking down at the woman who'd brought his cock back to life—the first woman to do so in a year. "Can I kiss you? I want to taste your luscious lips," he blurted out, mesmerized by her beauty.

I take a sip of my wine and see him smile before leaning forward and chuckling. “Hmm, well, for one, why are you a PA when you write phenomenal novels?” He asks, and the smile that was on my face drops to an awkward one. I always feel this way when someone says they've read my books. “You’ve read my books?” I ask, taking another sip of my wine. Please don’t say yes. I send up a silent prayer but to no avail. “Yes, all three in the Michro Trilogy, by the way. Excellent storytelling in my favourite genre. What made you divert from Sci-Fi to Romance?” He says, but I am still blown away that he knows my books.

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.

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.