Novel & Cerita Romantic Excerpt

"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."

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

She ran her fingers over the petals, her heart racing. “Damon…” she whispered under her breath, though he wasn’t there. But he was. The door clicked shut softly, and Rhian turned to see him leaning against the frame, watching her reaction with quiet intensity. “You left this?” she asked, though the question was unnecessary. Damon’s lips curved faintly. “You think I can’t be romantic?” Her cheeks warmed despite herself. “I didn’t think flowers were your… style.” “They’re not,” he admitted, stepping closer, his stride slow, deliberate. “But tonight, I saw a queen take her throne. And a queen deserves more than shadows and silence. She deserves to be honored.”

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

Alessia Romero ____ After turning off the lights in the room, I slid under the warm fluffy bed covers and stared into the darkness. The scent of the red roses beside the table caught me. I wondered who had given me such a romantic gift. My memories began wandering, and I slowly drifted to Rodion. The memories that I had held onto for the past week flooded in my brain. One particular memory was the night he took me to heaven and back. Crazy enough, that brought a smile to my lips. If no one had ever mentioned, he looked so damn hot when carried away. I could be stupid but I cherished the little moment of him handling me with so much need, he made me feel special and worthy a touch.

"Since the day you chose that dress, Roman. Since the day you looked at me and didn't see a ghost." The kiss was a collision of teeth and tongue. It tasted of smoke and victory. In the confined, swaying space of the speeding car, the world felt small and frantic. Roman’s hands moved with a feverish intensity, stripping away the remnants of her blazer, his mouth finding the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

He has a certain aura of magnetism. He smelled so good, too. His perfume lingered in the electric air of mint leaves and green apple, and of geranium and cedarwood, and vanilla. And then he was gone, and I was left surrounded by thousands of beautiful stars.

There was something so elegant about the rose, the black petals were so pretty and the aroma was so lovely I couldn’t resist raising it to my nose and inhaling. I picked the note and opened it: A black rose is rare and so are you my darling. I am a lucky man to have found you and I’ll live my life trying to be worthy of your perfection. I promise you, my love. I love you, Chantelle Jones Coco.

The colorful petals rippled around them on the surface of the water, their perfume making her dizzy in the most delightful way. "And you, my wicked rogue, are the greatest gift in my life. My rescuer, my lover, my partner in life." She leaned into him, kissing him with the passion and love that burned like an eternal flame in her heart, and he swept her away in his wicked embrace. END OF BOOK FIVE

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.