Romances Written By Men Novels & Stories

Theo stated seriously. "Yeah. He really is interested." Claudette added. "Should I be worried or excited?" I looked at Rustin and he just winked at me. "I should get back to work." "What do you do?" Jean asks. "I'm a writer." I replied as I opened my laptop. "Really? What kind of stuff do you work on? Maybe I've seen some of your work." Kim stated excitedly. "Romantic stories." I replied. "I'm working on something new. I'm trying to write a story from a male perspective."

"I would have thought any woman would balk at meeting men who force women to become their brides." "I should, but it's kind of romantic." She sighed, because it was. Not that it would happen to her. Who would want to steal her wide ass and marry it? They'd need at least two men to accomplish that. Again, only something that happened in romance novels, especially those by Stacey Espino.

Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. "Ah, Asher Evans it is then, I'll set a date for your first meet with him," Francesca declared when Joan picks the twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. Although Francesca thought it was quite unfortunate that her niece should go on a date with the wicked rascal, she had to concede, desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't understand, why would I go on a date with him?" "I told you it's an old tradition, it's an alliance between families, a marriage of opportunity, but who knows, it might spark some romance you desperately need in your life," Francesca state

Peyton frowned at her. "I'm saying take as much time checking out your flesh-and-blood guys as you do creating the make-believe ones." Grace gave her a sympathetic smile. "I get the feeling sometimes you think it's so important for a romance author to have the perfect guy that you don't spend enough time looking below the surface." Was the woman right? Was she so desperate to show the world she had a guy better than the ones she created that she leaped before she looked? Well, that was a depressing thought.

And I have to pay my father a visit. “So is everything ok?” I asked, faking interest as Damien flashed me a sweet smile. Yes I called him Damien because we’re equals. “Yes,the ball is about to start fully, we’re going to dance I hope my beautiful lady knows her steps?” He asked as I contemplated on saying yes but thought otherwise. “No……I….I… wasn’t thought” I replied as he chuckled and pulled me to the dance floor. The soft music glided along with our steps as we danced gracefully. I could feel the angry stares of vampires and lustful looks from men but none of that is my problem.

Wild-hearted and free. But freedom, as she knew it, was on borrowed time. Romance was the last thing on her mind—but it was already coming. Uninvited. Uncompromising. In the form of a man she didn’t know yet. A man sent not to woo her, but to rein her in.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Roses when I'm gone Prologue Grey If you are looking for a flawless male character, this is not for you. I repeat this is not for you. If you are looking for that dashing, successful, Romantic, loving, handsome, and perfect man, I am not the one. I am far from being perfect. And if you're thinking I'm going to be somehow redeemed by some woman, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble. I am not redeemable.

His eyes bore into me, “You are all a woman should be.” Holy moly was this guy good or was this guy good? If he didn’t already write romance novels, he needed to start. The statement alone was enough to make my heart flutter in wild, girlish expectation. Combined with his unbelievable sexy voice box and…oh baby…I was a goner. I could feel my face heating up. I simply wasn’t used to this type of flattery from someone my age. For that matter, I wasn’t used to this type of flattery from anyone of any age. Father’s don’t count.

Rose cleared her throat. “The CEO romance genre can be split into many subgenres which adds to the number of writing possibilities which explains why it’s attractive to authors. Zach asked last week about why the male main character is always a rich man, CEOs fall into that,” she explained. “Workplace romances are popular, that’s possible with a CEO story. There’s an almost infinite number of popular combinations when one character is a CEO.” That was the most Zach had ever heard the quietest editor say. He could tell she was right. It was easy to add versatility to the genre as anything was possible as long as one character was a successful CEO.