Romance Writers & Readers Novels & Stories

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?”

Romance. What was the definition of romance? In my understanding, it was a moment or collage of a few flashes that stayed with a person for the rest of their life. Whenever the person they cherished came to their mind, it was those moments that spontaneously knocked on the door of their heart that thrived a wide smile on our faces.

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How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

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.”

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

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.

I am grateful. To everyone who has ever inserted a clause. You know who you are. I hope it worked. To J., who said on the day I finished the first draft: the dedication should be for the people who inserted the clause. That is the dedication. Thank you for reading my mind. The building is forever. Both things are true. About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

BEST FRIENDS BECOME LOVERS PT 7 The bedroom was quiet except for the low sound of their breathing. Ronan moved inside Emery with slow, deep strokes, eyes locked on his the entire time. No rush. No hard grip. Just the steady slide of his cock and the heat of skin against skin. Emery’s legs stayed wrapped around Ronan’s waist. Their hands stayed linked on the pillow above Emery’s head. Ronan leaned down until their foreheads touched. “I’m going to keep filling you like this,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Every night I can. Forever. You’re mine to breed and keep.”