Sandra Brown Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Also about the other night, when I came to you... I was–” “Are you hearing yourself?" Sandra laughed softly. “Apologies Julian Fernandez are for the weak. For the restless ones. For the foolish ones." Then she tilted her head demurely. “As for the other night..." Her hand reached for his arm and it taunted his self-control, she was so close to him again. “I told you, you're that kind of temptation... someone I cannot resist." Fucking hell!

🗨️I'll be glad to be your partner doc. 💊 Ryan's POV💊 Susan sent a message to me the following morning that Alex and Jasmine will be coming together for the World Neurological Societies program. At first, I had no interest in that news. But a thought came in. 'Alex, you'll destroy yourself this time. I'll not touch you.' I thought. 💊Alex's POV💊 The day of is here and we're already in Brazil. I was glad to see the beautiful lady that rescued us during the fire outbreak. What's her name again? Yes, Emma.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

Sandra replied obediently. To calm her chaotic mind a bit after meeting Bryan, Renee asked Sandra to make her a cup of warm chocolate. Sandra immediately made the warm chocolate that Renee asked for. And after that, Sandra left Renee alone to give her peace of mind. Renee also seemed to sip a cup of warm chocolate made by Sandra. Now Renee's image begins to recall memories a few years ago, more precisely when Renee first fell in love for the first time and at that time Renee's first love was directed at a handsome male figure who was none other than Bryan.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

she spoke her heart. “Oh? You know, he always talks about you, Sandra. Maybe he’s just not good at expressing his love,” told William about one of the topics the three friends would be talking about at the apartment. “I know. But believe me, every girl loves romantic gestures. No matter how young or old your relationship is, a small act of romance makes a difference,” opined Sandra. She rested her head on her fist while watching her goofy boyfriend roll the bowling bowl. “Ah!” Annaliese drew William and Sandra’s attention immediately. “I know what to do about your mom, babe.”

She'd asked curiously. "I wake up wet. Like wet and dripping." Sandra scoffed through the phone, "Isn't that unbelievable? Anyway, I come to the conclusion that it was because I found him very attractive on that day. He is just like those males in my books. Damn, I'm very attracted to that man" Ismena had laughed, her confusion cleared. Sandra has always been a romantic at heart, with all those romantic fantasy books she read all the time, she's bound to feel so attracted to a man that comes close to those descriptions so much that she'll see him in her dreams.

But the obsession is there. It’s not like I’m hard up for sex. My current girlfriend, Sandra sees to that. Sandy is that one in a million girl that every guy dreams about, but never meets. I’m not just talking about looks, which are beyond belief; Sandy defies description. She is short, petite, with dark brown eyes and jet-black hair. When I say short, I mean just about five-foot tall. Her skin is milk white, soft and clear. Her body is perfect with wide hips and breasts large enough to draw stares but proportionate and firm enough to need no supportive undergarment. You can tell that she will be that way until she’s old and gray. Unlike many women; gravity is her friend.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.