Romantic Murder Mystery Books Novels & Stories

She was perfect. She was the key to destroying him. My wolf snarled again in my throat. Shit. He didn’t care about the strategy right now. He cared about Rhiannon. I closed my eyes and I could smell her again. That scent. It wasn’t just perfume. It was arousal and desperation. It was the sweet, rotting smell of a dying bond trying to hold on, mixed with something sharp and electric. Fear. I remembered the way her pulse had hammered when I caged her in. I could still feel the vibration of it against my chest.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

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I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

she says and I don't think I've ever felt more besotted with a woman before now. "Cheers princess. Come and sit in here. We're just going over some boring things and then we can do whatever. That's if we haven't got to go out later." "Okay," she says and settles into the sofa with a book. "Is that a bloody romance book?" I ask her which gets Dante to turn and look as well. She only smiles at me briefly before talking. "No actually. It's a murder mystery book" "Oh yeah? Anything good in it?"

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 ran to the romance shelf first and started checking from side to side and I still did not see anything. I sighed in confusion because I had thought that I was going to see the clue in the romance section. I went to the section for fantasy books and I kept checking each side of a book, my eyes caught on a very attractive cover and I smiled before pulling it out. The cover was so beautiful and I read the title, 'Curse Of The Wolves'. It was written by my favorite author in the world, Jane Doe. I had read all of her books and all are a masterpiece and I had no doubt that the one I held in my hands was going to be a great read as well.

She stood tall, spinning an axe firmly in one hand with blood splatters decorating her white dress. ‎ ‎We stared at her for five minutes straight before my voice seemed to find itself. "Are you the one who murdered them?" ‎ ‎"Murderer?" The lady's voice was bold, silky and heavy. "Honey, please, I'm an artist." ‎ ‎"So, you did." ‎ ‎The lift of her reddened lips answered me. ‎ ‎"What's your name, ma'am?" ‎ ‎The lady ignored us and paid attention to her wrist. Then she stretched. "Remember me as an artist who needs no name and introduction."