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“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

"Two jobs?" She shrugged. "It keeps me busy." I looked at Chiara. "And you?" Chiara hesitated. "I work at a bookstore. Part-time. It's not much, but I love it." "A bookstore," I said, genuinely interested. "That's lovely. What kind of books do you like?" Chiara's face lit up. "Romance, mostly. But not the cheesy kind. The ones where the characters actually feel real." "Oh, I love those," Gianna chimed in. "The ones where you stay up all night reading because you can't put them down."

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"I think your stories are great, Zam. The world needs to read it." Zamantha frowned and stopped typing her thesis on the laptop. "I just can't get past the romance plot of my stories. I don't know how to freaking write it. I don't know the feeling of being in love." Zamantha grinned devilishly. "Perhaps, you can enlighten me? You know, you're mending a broken heart again."

But that girl, Lena. I knew her. I remembered her. I did. I want to make her happy. I want her to smile at me. For her to stop being so pissed at me. “You could write!” I heard her voice from behind me while I was heading down the hallway. I paused and turned around to see her standing there. She seemed unsure. Her expression had less fear. She looked away when I looked at her. She hated me. Yet, yet, she wanted to help me. “Writing is a form of romance. With writing you don't have to be there. She is going to read it and somehow, words don't lie. I mean, who takes hours crafting words only for it to be a lie. Effort is romance.” She looked up at me.

The night started in the bathtub and ended in bed, where he lifted me while I grabbed my things and watched him sleep like a baby. My hands run over his face, trying to remember every inch of his beautiful face. I'm sorry. By Dustin Mark "Marry me please" Never in my life had I written such stupid, silly, absurd words on a piece of paper. My first impression of what I wrote on this small piece of paper was horror and not a single drop of pride. Did Shakespeare also feel the heat on his face when he saw what he wrote about love?

From Seagull Bay in Silvergate City to Galaxy Boulevard in Aurora Hills, from the casinos of Luxe Haven Strip to Nova Plaza in Evergrand City, Angie and I went on a whirlwind adventure, checking off every must-see location. As I gazed at the dazzling nightlife, I realized for the first time that there’s so much more to life than love. I picked up writing again. Before getting married, I was a rising romance novelist with several bestsellers under my belt. But Steven always told me writing didn’t make money, and that I was wasting my time. For him, I gave up writing. I gave up my career. In the end, this was where it got me. “Julia, you have such a gift for writing. Why would you give it up?”

While this may be my day job, but my true love is novel writing. I have three published Sci-Fi books so far, with another one in the works, but lately, my editor has been pushing me to write a romance novella. Ugh, I hate the thought of writing a stupid unrealistic romance book again, especially after what happened between Alex and me. It's the whole reason I changed genres. But, I'll see this as a challenge, and I'm sure I can do it again. People write romance novels all the time, right? Well, as soon as I went into my personal emails that afternoon, I cringed.

Now all over the place with romance reading. Published since 2010. Went through a 2-year writing correspondence class in children's literature from The Institute of Children's Literature. Then graduated with Bachelors in Arts, English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University. Find me online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram Goodreads

"I think we should stick to the truth as much as possible." "So we met the day after I came back." Drew stated. "When I stopped in for a cup of coffee." "Yes." Aiden nodded. "And she dazzled you with her waitressing skills, you were a goner at the end of the day." She snorted. It was a good thing she wasn't drinking anything, she would have choked. "Waitressing skills? Really?" She shook her head. "Since we are sticking to the truth, I think we should we should go with how we actually met. If we construct it right, it can sound romantic."