Romantic Detective Novels Novels & Stories

I don't know why my heart is doing somersaults but all I know is that I like the feeling. We spent the rest of the day together. I am glad that she is willing to spend time with me. The time goes by quickly and soon we are heading to the hotel. I made arrangements with the hotel for a private romantic dinner. Dante is overseeing the preparations even when he clearly said he was not pleased with my idea. I plan to introduce Helen to him tonight. I am sure he will come to love her. Who wouldn't? Helen is such a lovable woman. I drop her off at the hotel.

“Because it’s raw. It’s not romantic, it’s obsession, the ache that overtakes you, the pain that feels necessary. It mirrors real life, doesn’t it?” A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It was gone in an instant, but she had seen it. “Yes. But you stop at the surface. You describe the ache, the longing, but why? What does it say about Keats, about the society he inhabits and about you?” The question was so personal that it stole the air from her lungs. “About me?” “Yes,” he said, leaning back again. “Why this particular flame, Scarlett? What is it you recognize in that kind of all-consuming, self-destructive hunger?”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

For years, the world enjoyed the peace and harmony that the vampires had helped to bring about. But one night, the peace was shattered by a series of brutal attacks. The vampire hunters, led by Ava, were puzzled by the sudden surge in violence. The attacks bore the hallmarks of rogue vampires, but no one had seen any signs of their presence for years. As the attacks continued to escalate, Ava and her team realized that they were facing a new and dangerous threat. The rogue vampires had returned, and this time, they were more determined than ever to destroy everything that the vampires and the hunters had worked so hard to achieve.

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

This was not new news for Maria, since she was always aware of all his illicit acts. After four hours of delay, the detective was furious and about to leave, but he informed her that by order of the president he could not leave, but he lost his patience, pushed the security man violently and decided he wanted to leave immediately; when he touched the elevator button, he went up with the Mexican woman to the top floor, when the elevator door opened he was impressed with her stunning figure and good looks, and just like in the romantic movies, he hugged her with intensity, although she did not understand that love, she returned the gesture without asking.

he asked. “I can’t have you taking it off premises so yes,” she replied. “I know you’re a quick reader.” Damien Black was a good author. He could tell from the first page. The setting wasn’t unique, but he could tell the author was setting up something that hadn’t been done before. The story was set in at a British university in the 1960s and depicted a forbidden romance between a professor and student. The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor. I had an idea of what Bernard had done. More than once, Bernard had tried to charm me, telling Francis he would give up some turf if I joined the Collins family. However, I knew it was not about romance. To guys like them, power was always more important than love. Bernard must have made another play for me. Francis, with his crazy need to keep me, would never let me go. I knew how this would end. "Mr. Collins has been kind to you," Nora murmured. "He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away."