Sandra Brown Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Miss Kingsley! Miss Kingsley! Is that the Harrington sapphire engagement ring?!” There it was. Sandra smiled and raised her left hand for the press to see and take pictures of. I just gave them a cheeky wink. The press continued to shout questions, but I escorted Sandra into the restaurant before she or I could answer any of them. We hadn’t yet gotten our stories straight. “I suppose we should invent some whirlwind romance,” Sandra said after the waiter finished getting us settled at our table. “Love at first sight?” I suggested. “It would have to be. I’ve been in town less than a week,” Sandra replied, picking up her menu.

All she wanted was to taste him too. She showered Arnaldo with kisses. He reciprocated, even though she was on top. Sandra knew she was about to climax, so she pulled away from him. His thrusts became faster and faster until suddenly, it felt like an explosion that seemed endless—the young man’s fluid. When they finished, Arnaldo quickly fell asleep. Sandra lay beside him, adjusting herself in bed. She left what looked like a bloodstain on his bedsheet, planning for them to wake up with Arnaldo thinking he was her first, so he would have no choice but to marry her.

Zod returned moments ago with food and drinks from the enchanted market, but as soon as he stepped inside and caught the thick scent of Sandra’s heat laced in the air, every instinct in his body flared like a spark catching dry kindling. He locked the door behind him, enchanted it with blood magic, and sealed every window. No one else would come near her. No other male would even catch her scent. Because if they did, she wouldn’t survive what followed. Sandra sat slumped on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with need and pain, her eyes glassy and wild. Her blonde hair clung to her skin, damp with sweat, and her voice…when she spoke…was a broken whisper.

Anna says. "I have not agreed to be a part of your family. I am afraid that people will think I am only marrying into your family because I am a gold digger. In the past, people have judged me, and I don't want them to judge me anymore. I am tired of being known as the bad girl. I don't know if it would be good for Luke if I marry into this family, although I do love Rico. I never realised how much I loved him. I was always running after Dante because he is a handsome man. I was after his looks and his money. I was a goldigger in my past," Sandra says.

Yet every time Sara looks at him with those trusting eyes, his carefully constructed walls begin to crumble. When shadows from both their pasts threaten to tear them apart, Sara and Josh must decide if their forbidden attraction is worth fighting for. With Josh's ex-wife emerging with dangerous secrets, Sara's parents plotting from prison, and four precocious six-year-olds determined to play matchmaker, their professional relationship becomes increasingly difficult to maintain. Can love heal the deepest wounds? Or will the darkness in their pasts destroy their chance at happiness? Set against the glamorous backdrop of New York's fashion world and wrapped in the warm embrace of the Brown fami

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

Instead of shaking my hand, Sandra gave me an accusing glare as she demanded, “So, what? You think you can flirt with my boyfriend, and I’d be fine with it?” I scoffed at the brown-haired, green-eyed, curvy girl before saying, “Nathan’s Dad is like a father to me, Sandra; it’d be too weird for me to start flirting with him.” “Oh, bullshit. White girls like you always try to get with Native American men.” Sandra sneered. “I’m Irish, Sandra, and don’t ever lump me in with white girls like you again.” I scoffed. “Bullshit, if you were Irish, you’d have red hair, green eyes, and be pale as fuck.” Sandra spat.

“It's not about letting someone else have him. He doesn’t want you and I think he is making that very obvious to everyone. Even you. Don’t you think it would be nice to step back and let love find you the right way?” Sandra hissed, “If this is you comforting me, you better get back into my body. I don’t need anyone distracting me at this point. I am almost at victory. I don’t need to hear this rubbish”, she banged her hairbrush on the table. It shuddered her wolf that stood watching her. “Besides….” She slurred her words, “Wouldn’t you want to be a Luna in this life at least?”

RANDALL has been restraining himself for a while, and he does not know how long he will last without even being able to approach and caress... Nah! He just wants to get close and talk to the woman. He needed to talk to that author. Imagine his shock when he saw her at the mall, sitting at a white-clothed table. And there is a very long queue of book signers there. He could not believe that the light romance novelist and the hot woman in the coffee shop were one. He relied heavily on Spring Solitaire novels, thinking that the writer was easily intimidated because, based on the works, the writer was a simple creature.