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“I won’t stoop so low to crushing your feelings by playing such a cruel prank on you when I know how much you adore books. I guarantee you that everything in those boxes are romance novels. I did some research on the internet for books I felt you would love. Then I politely asked Liam—” “Politely?” I sent him an accusing look because I didn’t believe he ‘politely’ asked Liam for help. He just mentioning that word made him more suspicious. “As politely as I could, which I believe is far better than how I usually am.” Dante held his chin up like he did something grand that deserves high praise, and I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Poor Liam. “As I was saying, I politely asked Liam for some

Luca, my own Italian stallion. In my fantasies, anyway. He's tall and built. His olive-toned, tanned skin draws me along with his midnight black hair and those dark brown eyes. Yum. Of course my fantasies aren't really happening right now. Because in my dreams, he catches me and then ravishes me, making me forget any other man. I've really been reading too many romance novels. Seriously. We just stare at each other, my blue-eyed gaze caught in his brown. I'm barely breathing, waiting for what he's gonna say. I know he's not my "real" dad.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

I said "Let me make it up to you"He said as he kissed my neck raising my gown up.I felt his hand touch my pants.I turned nervously to face him and he kissed me and I reciprocated.He lifted me placing me on the counter as we kissed.I was wet already.He raised my dress , pulling it over my head.I was braless so I was left with only my panties on.His lips went to my breast as he sucked them making me moan.I gasped as his hand went to my private area taking my pants off and I felt his finger inside me.I held him tight as I moaned.The pleasure was so intense. "Geez , Kingston......."I moaned

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

He doesn't believe in true love and relationships, for him a no-strings-attached fling is the way of life. What happens when Ralph hosts a campus interview at one of London's leading Technical Colleges and meets the stunning twenty-year-old innocent Raven Porterfield? His world turns upside down as he gets very attracted to her. He recruits her as a trainee in his company. However, he soon learns that Raven has a boyfriend and is a very dedicated and good girl. She doesn't trust the likes of Ralph at all and is determined to remain true to her boyfriend. Will Ralph forget Raven? Or will this new feeling turn into an obsession for him? What will Ralph do to get Raven? Read on to find out in t

Her eyes went to the books on the table, and she stood up and walked over. "Can I?" She asked, turning to me. "You can't take them." She nodded. "These are romance books. Smuts." She noted as she flipped through the pages. Her eyes sparked when she saw one she seemed to recognize. "Romantasy." Whatever the hell that means. "I never pinned you for someone interested in romance books." A smile appeared on her face now and I was grateful that she found something more interesting than me. "They are not mine." She turned to me fully. "Whose are they?"

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end." His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman. He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous. He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth. She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.