Romancing Mr Bridgerton Epub Novels & Stories

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

his voice went lower and his eyes burned darkly, “I’m going to feed you with my meat.” “Ouu,” I moved closer to him, my flirting audacious. “I do like meat.” “Uh-huh.” “Especially your meat. I want to stuff myself with it.” “You’re asking for it, William.” “Give it to me, Tristan. I want everything.” We were so close together, our faces illuminated by the light of a lone candle between us. I inched a finger closer, trailing towards him on the tips of them— “Monsieur Richmond,” interrupted a nasally and high-sounding voice, “Monsieur Bracknell, it gives me ze most zelightful honor to present your meal today—”

I froze near the elevator when a familiar voice called my name. “Mrs. Robinson?” Sebastian Cross. His brow was furrowed, briefcase in hand. “Are you okay?” I swiveled toward him, suddenly unsteady, words spilling before I could contain them. “He touched me,” I blurted, my voice tight and raw. “Inappropriately. The director. He-he touched my arm, lingered,” My chest rose and fell sharply, sweat beading at my forehead. Sebastian’s expression hardened instantly. Rage, controlled but unmistakable, flared behind his calm demeanor.

His words made her burn with guilt, knowing she was doing just that. Receiving no response from her, he picked up the book and checked the cover. “ Atonement child by Franchine Rivers. ” His tone is unfathomable. “ What is it about? ” He turned to her. Mira pursed her lips before replying. “ A righteous girl who got defiled by an unknown man, just months before her wedding. ” “ Oh… ” He dropped the book before cupping her face gently. “ Are you sure you want to read this? ” The care and tenderness in his eyes filled her heart with warmth.

Millicent snorted, covering her mouth. Margret’s lips curled into a sly grin. “You’d be reading slower than me if you knew what was inside. It’s so spicy I have to stop and… collect myself after every chapter. This character, Marco, so handsome and dangerous. Don’t get me started on the romance- he’s the sort of man who could ruin you with a look.” Millicent leaned forward. “Sounds like one of those books where you have to fan yourself every few pages.” “Margret,” Valery said, shaking her head, “it’s a fictional character painted in a book. You can’t actually know what he looks like.”

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

I was so hot I felt like melting. “I’m not starry eyed.” I said firmly. “You are. You want romance, you want letters and cute dates and flowers. I’m not that kind of man. I cannot give you those. You? Miss Bramwell? I’ll ruin you. I’ll take every ounce of innocence you have and corrupt you.” I whimpered, my knees quivering as I pressed my thighs together. “I’ll break you, and I won’t put you back together because I like my toys broken. You’re young. You’re smart. Don’t get involved with men like me. So stop this nonsense and don’t bring this talk up ever again.”

"I like romantic thrillers and historical romantic fiction." "You like to be attracted to rakes like the ones we have in Bridgerton, right?" He gave me a cheesy glare. "Who is your favorite? The duke or the other." "Hmm, hmm" Mr Dalton cleared his throat with a cough then. I knew it was fake, he was trying to attract my attention. I had discussed my love for that movie with him hundreds of times, and there was a time I told him he resembled the Duke of Hastings, even more good-looking.

“You follwed me. Do you even realize how criminal that sounds?” He bows. Again. What is this? A remake of The Bridgerton series with a 21st century theme? Wonderful series by the way, but I digress. “Please accept the envelope, Miss Amani.” He even knows my name. Pushed by pure curiosity, I accept the envelope and flick it open. The moment I get the weird seal thingy off the flap, the scent of rosemary filters into my nostrils — one of my most favourite scents in the world.

I answered. "Good. I'll come here around 2:40pm and we can walk over to the church." He went to the gate and left. For some reason, I was feeling a bit off after his visit. So he is escorting a beautiful, tall, possibly sexy and intelligent girl from an exclusive school. I bit my lip. He turned pink when he described her. I dragged my feet up to our bedroom and placed the package he gave me on top of our bed. I put the cropped jacket and matching top. I look like a Barbie. But I'm pretty sure I won't look anywhere as lovely as that girl, that Kristine. I threw myself on bed and put the pillow on my face.