Romantic Suspense Series Books Novels & Stories

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.

My knuckles brush the back of her hand where it rests on the couch cushion, and she jerks. But she doesn’t pull away. So I do it again, slower this time, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her wrist, feeling the flutter of her pulse. “All that studying’s got you wound up.” Her breath hitches. “I—I’m fine.” Liar. I lean in, just enough that my breath ghosts over the shell of her ear. The scent of her shampoo smells so sweet, like vanilla and citrus…It fills my head, and fuck, I want to bury my face in her neck, taste that pulse point hammering under her jaw. But I don’t.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

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All my efforts at gaining pity are wasted, though, since Teagan’s not looking at me. Teagan leads the way through her office and up the stairs to Rebel’s apartment. I look down the hall uneasily at Colin’s door, but it doesn’t open. As I walk into Rebel’s place, the first thing I see is Alissa sitting on the couch with an e-reader in her hand. She glances up and says, “Hi,” before going back to her book or whatever it is she’s looking at. “Hi. How are you feeling?” I ask. “Good.” She doesn’t even look up this time.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

The truth was, I couldn’t stop it. He slammed his fist against the wall, his eyes wild with love and hate. “She won’t escape. Find her. Bring her back!” He had specifically chosen this villa on the mountainside so I couldn’t run far. Darcy, sensing the change in Felix, felt that something was wrong. She clung to him, acting sweet and innocent. “Babe, who are you looking for? Who is Ms. Hayward?” Felix couldn’t be bothered to deal with her; after all, she was just my replacement. His eyes were icy as he walked toward the door, intent on finding me.