Romantic Mystery Book Novels & Stories

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she got up and walked over. Running her fingers along the spines, she realized with surprise that they were all romance novels. For a moment, she wondered why Liam had chosen romance for her? She had expected mysteries or something darker. After scanning the titles, her hand paused on one. She pulled it out gently. Whispers of the Forgotten Moon by Evelyn Hart. Carrying it back to the bed, she curled up against the pillows and opened the book. Caleb stepped out of the car as he quickly opened the door for Liam, who came out and strode past him without sparing a glance, as he walked straight into the house.

I reveled in the calm silence of the room as I leaned against the counter and waited for the water to heat up in the microwave. The mood was quickly lost when I heard Kenton’s soft voice. “Hello, Missy.” I didn’t turn around, but I knew that he’d moved close behind me. “Why are you here?” He was so close that his breath tickled my ear as he spoke. “I’m always here at this hour; especially during the moon’s influence on the wolves.” “You don’t need to be here. You can go,” I said in an unfriendly tone.

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

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Damien stood in the dim light of the abandoned hall, leaning against the doorway of the old library, his shirt loose, his smile sharp and knowing. “Took you long enough,” Damien murmured, voice silk and sin. Eliot’s breath shattered. His body shook. “I shouldn’t be here.” Damien stepped closer, slow, deliberate, his presence overwhelming. “But you are.” His hand brushed Eliot’s wrist again, the same place he had touched before, igniting that same treacherous fire. “Because you want to be.” Eliot’s chest heaved, torn between guilt and longing, between chains and shadows.

I want to trust him - and there are times, when he looks at me as if I'm the most precious thing in the world, when I think for a moment that I can - but the fear remains. It's not until Wednesday afternoon, when Rafe leaves for a quick meeting with his agent, that I have a chance to do anything about it. The minute I hear his motorcycle leave the garage, I slip down to his office. Maybe the bundle hidden inside that book will have the answers I'm looking for. I'm halfway to the bookcases when my eyes fall on the desk. He's been in here since the last time I was snooping - there's a stack of books in the middle of the desk now.

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