Silhouette Romance Novels & Stories

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

A worthless, low-tier shadow? The Disguise of Romance "What's the matter? Are you angry?" Silas watched the color drain from Lulu’s face piece by piece until her skin was a deathly, pale mask. The faint, mocking smirk playing at the corners of his lips never wavered. He reached into the bouquet once more, carelessly snapped two additional stems from the bunch, and thrust all three roses directly toward her face. "Take them. Aren't they beautiful?" Sitting right beside her, Chloe Bishop’s expression darkened into a fierce, dangerous scowl. What did Silas think he was doing? Was he systematically torturing a person for his own amusement?

It was a tradition of the High North, a dance that required absolute trust and physical proximity. Julian stepped toward her, his hand extended once again. "May I, Lyra? One last dance before the moon reaches its zenith?" Before Lyra could answer, a hand caught Julian’s wrist. Silas had moved from the shadows. He didn't look like a laborer now. He looked like a predator. His gold-and-sapphire scars were glowing with a violent intensity, and his aura was a suffocating wall of shadow that pushed Julian back. "She’s had enough of your 'Arctic Charm' for one night, Julian," Silas said, his voice a low, lethal vibration that silenced the room.

Worse, she might become greedy enough to want his heart as well. He was too gentle. Too different from the men she had been with before. There was something undeniably special about him. The irony was that she had only wanted his body. Silvana had never gone after men for love. She enjoyed excitement, enjoyed freedom, enjoyed fleeting moments of pleasure. As for romance, she had always believed she could live perfectly well without it. Yet now, she was no longer so certain.

Will she be the same? The memory wraps itself around me and suddenly I am standing in a clearing within the pine forest. A night when the moon is waxing but not full and a breeze shimmers a tender shushing through the trees around us. Somewhere in the branches, an owl hoots softly to her mate. It is the perfect night. The sort that feels more like a dream, set apart from the world. Silvia is in my arms looking up at me, her damp skin pressed to mine. She shivers and I feel the gooseflesh on her naked body. There are still drops of water on her eyelashes from our night swim and I lean down to kiss them away. 'Silvia Ironwolf,' I say after each kiss, 'Do you solemnly swear to be my mate forev

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

He smelled of aged parchment, smoldering amber,a scent that bypassed reason and went straight to the primal core. Lyra drew a steadying breath, turning slowly. Silas Thorne was Incubus perfection sculpted in living shadow. Tall, broad-shouldered, clad in impeccably tailored charcoal-grey trousers and a loose black silk shirt open at the throat, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, powerful chest. His eyes, the colour of molten gold ringed with obsidian, held hers with unnerving intensity. There was no menace, only a profound, ancient knowing that promised both challenge and unimaginable pleasure.

The only sound in the room their breathing. “The dream appears to be romantic but I can feel the darkness just lurking behind the wall in my mind. I want to look beyond the wall, but I am afraid.” “Leave the wall alone for now. Tell me the rest.” “He appeared to be gone.” Her body stay coiled, but her hands reached out to her lover. Her fingers closed; her arms stayed empty. Sylvia sees the twisting of her eyes. She seems troubled by what is to come next. “I start to wonder one touch…one whisper…one kiss. I am his for eternity. I know that for certain.”

I just wanted to arrive, curl into a hotel bed, and shut the world out. But… A small corner of my heart fluttered. Rome. Silas. I hadn’t seen him in over six months, not since Perry dragged me back to America like a trophy he didn’t know what to do with. Silas was my candle in darkness, even though it had been but momentarily. There was mischief in those brown eyes, there was gentleness which looked the bruises that I tried to conceal. I shouldn’t think of him. I was still Perry’s wife. But God, I wanted to.