Romantic Crime Books Novels & Stories

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 35 "Eros are fûcking sure bout this?" Tikka rushed her words as she hopped into the car Eros said nothing but ignited the car engine. He took of with great speed driving recklessly on the road "Am sure. I saw that harlót in the restaurant!" He replied swerving the wheels

Just a single question, just a single reference, and I again left swaying in those self-destructive memory lanes. I was guilty of my behavior with her. That excessively after her beautiful attempt of consoling me. I knew this wasn't our first kiss but this was the first time I felt like fire running down by blood like my soul returned to the water, like every part of me that came from those dead stars was alive again. Scarlett Miller Being 'Confused' was not even the word, for the first time I had done something that felt right to me. Kissing him was never a mistake but letting him own me was indeed a crime.

Sharon McQueen looked happy, and when she blew me a kiss, worded ‘Thank you’, and then slowly faded from sight, my heart skipped a beat. When I finally turned and looked at the road before us, the world indeed seemed to be a brighter place. Author’s note. In my first novel, I wanted to tip my hat to a very influential story, Raymond Chandler’s the Big Sleep, and though many elements of this hardboiled detective story made it into my tale, the one thing I could never seem to make work was the romance story. So, when I was asked if I had such a story that could be entered into this collection, I realised here was my chance to fix that omission. There are also elements from other classic noir/r

(Ethan Blackwood – POV) I didn’t sleep that night. Not after the document. Not after the message. Not after seeing my forged signature printed beneath crimes I never committed. Fraud. Embezzlement. Offshore accounts. It looked real—too real. The kind of real that could destroy everything I had built.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

“Come on, Kerrien. What’s wrong? I thought you liked being kissed. ‘That was the impression you gave the first time we were alone together. I promise not to do anything you might object to. I learned that lesson after your last little outburst.’ Feeling as if she might easily drown in her emotions, half of her desperately needed physical contact, half of her knew she should wait until Ashton was the man in her arms. But Ashton was probably making love to Martine... at this very moment. She gave in and yielded to Brett’s kiss. ‘The warmth of the male body, pressed close to her own, was comforting, exciting, healing. If she closed her eyes tight, she could pretend, imagine, it was Ashton. His

Nikolai didn’t even touch me and I was so affected. Julianna Mitchel, what have you gotten yourself into. *** I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep but damn, I can’t sleep, all thanks to Nikolai Vasilev. I can’t believe what happened in the kitchen, he touched me again and I liked it. I always think of staying away from him but whenever he steps closer to me, my body screams for his touch and it’s driving me crazy. I never did it with anyone before and whatever I feel right now is making me confused, why am I craving for his touch? Why can’t I control myself? I should hate him and should be disgusted but instead, I want more of him.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”