Novel & Cerita Romantic Summer Books

I steered the conversation away, my mood slightly subdued. Summer’s expression shifted at the mention of Ignatz, her eyes showing hesitation. "Come on, we’re best friends. There shouldn't be any secrets between us, right?” I nudged her, a bit irritated but mostly just showing concern for her love life. "I’m not sure about my feelings for Ignatz. I like him, but I'm not entirely sure if it's in a romantic sense." Summer’s previous heartbreak with Claude had made her cautious, understandably so. Despite her composed exterior, that experience had deeply affected her.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

I spit out not giving any room for her to think over my words. Summer stands from the chair and her petite height makes her head to be on my chest. She is ridiculously short. What she does next takes the breath away from my lungs. Summer climbs on my legs and using her hands to grab my shoulder, she stands on her tiptoes. This makes her come to my face and she is so close that I smell her jasmine fragrance. So natural. "The only line I would be crossing in the next ninety days is a personal one," she blurts out.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

"You don't get to refuse. I won't let you jeopardize everything I've worked for." Summer's eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up within her. "Fine, then! Since you're so eager to use me to protect your precious kingdom, I'll save you the trouble!" With a defiant huff, she turned on her heel, sending a stack of books tumbling from his desk in a loud crash as she stormed toward the door. "Summer!" Dominic's voice boomed through the room, but she didn't look back. His eyes were filled with rage, but she was too angry to care.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

he cried out. Something’s wrong, I thought. I marched out of the cell and found Roman. “Something’s wrong with Summer. I’m leaving.” He grabbed my shoulder. “What about them?” “I don’t give a shit! I need to make sure she’s okay.” “Summer’s an Alpha Female. She’s been in the army. My daughter is a warrior.” “Your daughter is my fated mate, Roman. I can feel something’s wrong. She needs me.” “Then she needs me too.”

You'd think she was the one turning 18 with how giddy she was. I went to my room, freshened up, and took my time getting dressed. I slipped into a soft white romper that clung comfortably to my frame, hugging me in all the right places without trying too hard. The hem reached just mid-thigh, and the halter neckline tied into a dainty little bow behind my neck. It didn't show off much cleavage, but it was backless, perfect to keep things breezy. The wavy pattern on the fabric reminded me of soft ocean ripples. Perfect for a summer beach party.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.