Romantic Suspense Authors Novels & Stories

My voice was steadier than I felt, pushing aside my fear. "Of course. She uses a pen name—Thea Blackwood," Declan responded, noting the wince I tried to hide. "You'd know her as the author of Forbidden Desires. The title hit me like a bell ringing in the distance. "The romance novel?" It seemed silly, too fanciful for the serious matters that occupied my life and powers. But I couldn't ignore its underlying currents of magic, elements, and foretelling; they had revealed truths between the lines, whispering insistently like rippling water.

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“You have no pack scent on you, Raven. No wolf at all. You are soft. You're like a…broken goods carrying a dragon scar on your belly and stolen money hidden in your past. Victor is going to be king one day. He will need a real lycan queen. Someone strong enough to take his knot when the beast inside him rises, someone who can stand tall during pack challenges and rule beside him without flinching. The lycan world is dangerous and full of ambitious females who have trained their whole lives for a male like him. They can smell weakness from miles away. A human girl with no beast? They will tear you apart the moment they see you at his side.” “Strong enough to take his knot when the beast insid

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

“I tried to protect you by pushing you away. But you won’t let me.” “Because I want all of you,” I gasped, cupping his face. “The control, the secrets, the danger. All of it.” Roman’s pace sped up again, turning wild. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine. He fucked me like he was scared to lose me, deep and possessive. I came a second time, harder, my whole body shaking as my pussy gushed around him. “Roman, fuck, I’m coming again.” He groaned loud and buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he filled me with hot cum. Rope after rope pumped into me until it leaked out around his shaft.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise. “Yes,” Mitch said in a rough voice. “Say you want us, sister.” I should have pushed them all away. I should have run back upstairs. But the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies boxed me in, and the thick, syrupy tension in the air melted my resistance. And I was so aroused. I could already feel myself growing wet. Hans's hand slid from my arm, over my shoulder, until his fingers tangled in my hair. He pulled gently, angling my head back, and said, “Say it, Yassy.”

Raquel's POV Where do writers get their inspiration? This is the most common question I have been asked for years. I am Raquel Peterson, one of the bestselling authors of romance novels. I am not in a relationship with anyone so people are puzzled where I get my inspirations. I had my first book published when I was twenty and since then I have twelve more books published. I may have found what the readers love and I was able to create a fantasy that they all fall for. My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series.

My palms were damp on the manuscript by the time the receptionist told me to wait. Other writers passed in and out, confident or hopeful or terrified. I couldn’t tell which one I was. “Miss Sterling?” A woman with severe gray hair and sharper glasses approached. “I’m Margaret Winters. Follow me.” Her office felt like a showroom. White walls, silver accents, everything carefully placed. I sat across from her and set the manuscript down gently. “So.” She settled into her chair. “You have a manuscript for me.” “Yes. A dark romance with thriller elements. The protagonist becomes obsessed with a man and kills for him without his knowledge. It deals with obsession, morality, consequences. I’ve wri

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."