Novel & Cerita Romantic Mystery Book

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Not just any bouquet—an extravagant arrangement of crimson roses, their petals full and perfect, the kind that carried both elegance and danger. Rhian blinked, taken aback. Damon wasn’t a man of clichés. He didn’t deal in soft gestures. His way of care was meals slipped into her schedule, silent protection, brutal vengeance against anyone who harmed her. Flowers… were unexpected. Attached was a single black card with silver lettering, in Damon’s handwriting: To the fire that refuses to burn out. —D Her throat tightened as she lifted the bouquet, the fragrance filling the air with a sweetness that contrasted the steel edge of her office. She ran her fingers over the petals, her heart racing.

He’d chosen every lamp, the perfect cushion, every soft blanket folded at the corner of the reading chaise. My throat tightened. I didn’t cry, but the tears felt dangerously close. I walked deeper, and the rug under my feet was thick and soft. Everything in here was gentle, thoughtful, and safe. “I can’t believe he did this.” I whispered, barely breathing as I sunk into the chair and felt it comfortably welcome me. I stood back up to pick up a book in the dark romance genre. I felt loved even more and seen. Completely. “What are you going to do now?” Brittney asked, and I smiled at her as she grabbed one of the psychological thrillers.

As I held it in my hands, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. "I wonder what's in you," I said as I settled onto the plush cushions of the nearby armchair, cradling the book in my lap. Opening it gently, I was greeted by intricate illustrations and delicate handwriting that seemed to dance across the page. The words on the page weaved a tale of forbidden love and dark desires. It was a dark romance, filled with passion and danger, a story that both intrigued and captivated me. I was instantly drawn into the world of the characters, their struggles, and their yearning for a love that defied the odds.

Heat rushes to my face the moment I remember what kind of book it is. Of all things for him to see me carrying… A romance novel. He straightens slowly, dusting the cover with one hand. “Hm,” he says softly. His eyes lift to mine. I suddenly become aware of everything, my hair, my dress, the way I’m standing, the fact that I have no idea what he is doing in this part of the estate. “You like this kind of story?” he asks, turning the book over in his hand. My throat goes dry.

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.

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?"

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.