Slow Burn Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

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-“

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~~ Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. xx ~She’s the flame that melted his cold heart. He’s the glacier that calmed her burning rage.~

What just happened? I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes. My body was on fire, arousal coiled low in my belly. I knew lines shouldn’t be crossed. I knew office affairs were dangerous, especially with someone like Damien Cross. But the way he looked at me… The way his voice dipped when he said my name… The way my skin tingled just from his touch… I didn’t just want more—I craved it. Later That Night I was curled on my couch in sweatpants, trying to watch a rom-com on N*****x when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it lazily, assuming it was my friend Cara. But the name that lit up the screen made me sit up straighter.

Andre looks down at him, eyes glowing in lust and adoration when he seals the most impossibly soft kiss to his lips. “ I love you so much.” he glides out slowly, fucking right back in and swallowing every whimper Dylan tries to hold back. “ love the way you feel pressed against me” infuriatingly slow, all the way out. Slamming in to the hilt in one breath “love the way you sound taking my cock” . He keeps a pace that has Dylan gripping onto the bed for any semblance of stability.

she whispered back. He kissed her. Slow at first. Gentle. Like he was giving her time to change her mind. But she didn’t. She kissed him back harder, tongue sliding against his, hand sliding into his hair. The heat built fast. Her leg hooked over his hip. His cock was already hardening against her thigh. “Fuck, Sloane,” he breathed against her mouth. “You feel so good.” They moved to the couch again. He pushed her down gently, kissed his way down her body. No rush. He spread her thighs and put his mouth on her, slow and thorough. Licking long stripes through her folds, sucking gently on her clit, two fingers sliding inside her.

I shivered at the familiar heat of his touch, the way his body pressed against mine with protective strength. He guided me toward the couch, and the gentle flicker of candlelight illuminated every line of our faces, every longing glance. The intensity grew, a slow burn that built into something urgent, desperate, as if making up for the days we had lost. Clothing fell away in whispered motions, breaths hitching, hearts racing, the space between us charged with emotion, love, and need. I felt every touch as if it were a message, every kiss a reassurance that we had survived, that we were together again.