Romance Sports Books Novels & Stories

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting Kate's and Carlos' story. This was my first sports romance story and my first, second chance novel at that. To those who supported me from Book 1 to Book 5 of the Wright Family Series, thank you. I am forever grateful for the encouragement you have given me. Your reviews, comments, suggestions, and messages keep me going every day. You have no idea how it makes me smile and pushes me to do better. Q1: So what's next for Author LiLhyz?

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

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."

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

Finish this for us. Martin’s throat tightened. He brought the paper to his lips, pressing a kiss there that felt both sacred and reckless. The scent of Damien’s cologne—something woody and subtle that he wore only on match days—still clung faintly to the edges. How many times had they done this? Passed notes like schoolboys, stealing glances across crowded rooms, their rings hidden under tape or gloves to avoid questions. The silver bands, simple and identical, were their quiet rebellion. Matching symbols of a commitment the sport’s old guard would never understand.

“SportsBreak forum first. Then a blog picked it up. Now it’s everywhere.” His jaw tightened. The article didn’t name dates. Didn’t give proof. But it didn’t have to. It hinted. Youth camp photos. The old championship clip where we looked at each other too long. They almost kissed in the hallway last week. They connected dots we had tried to erase. “They’re calling it a long-running secret romance,” I said flatly. Blake finally looked up at me. There was no anger in his eyes. Just calculation. “Who’s the source?” he asked.

"You have no idea what my softball teammates talk about. We all have that special fantasy guy picked out to pop our cherries." I choke on my water and pull my hand away from hers to cover my mouth. "See?" Steph says. "She also reads romance novels, but I don't think Mom or Ty has any idea what's actually in those things." I read romance novels at her age too. Now I prefer a good mystery but hey, I never knock romance, because they were my mother's favorites. "We hooked up and he snuck out before dawn. He saw me later that morning on the bus joking around with Lane Grisham, the other kicker, and Aiden's been a jerk since. Bottom line, a rendezvous," I look at Candice when I emphasize the word