Southern Romance Books Novels & Stories

And they will leave immediately. I don’t want to cheat, of course! Even if it's a forced marriage, it's still not good for a woman to cheat. I just don't know about Callum. This is so frustrating. “How is that?! How can I do that?!” Frustrated, I gulped down the wine that was in the bottle while adjusting myself because I really had no idea about that. How can I seduce my husband?! I already tried to search about how to romance your husband. But there’s just the same context! It’s always about sex! I don’t even have any experience on that thing!

Those answers could be found later. Was she wearing clothes? Who had she brought home? What had they done after that? She swallowed and concentrated on breathing. One slow breath in through her nose, out through her mouth. When her ex had gone on his first deployment Dixie had discovered romance novels. Since then they'd become her refuge in the storm that was her life. How many books had she read, holding her breath, while the beautiful heroine tumbled into bed with her soon to be hero? Yeah, that was fantasy. This was her reality, and it sucked.

If sunrise ever had a scent, I would say it was Valentina’s. I flipped through the pages of her notes and inhaled the scent of each page, I wanted Valentina’s scent burnt to my brain. I was looking for more notes when a book toppled and fell out of her bag, landing on my chest. The book was titled “Valentine’s Day.” By “Guillotine” I have seen her clinging unto this particular book before, she went everywhere and anywhere with it. It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book.

Perhaps all his previous misfortunes were meant to bring the immense luck of him meeting Hannah. Hannah blinked slowly. Something in her mind cleared up. It seemed like she had been too constrained by the book. The book revolved around Misty and Cedric's love story, and the side characters were only there to serve them. However, the world was never as simple as it was depicted in the book. The characters that weren't mentioned in the book were real; the food was real, and the scent of the flowers was real as well. Darren, who was only briefly mentioned in the book, not only didn't pass away at a young age, but he became more successful than everyone else.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

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She could barely keep up with my passion, even though she was trying to dominate me. Suddenly, she pulled away, stunning me and making me crave more. She sat up and smiled down at me, making me roll my eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby,” I said and grabbed her thigh, then stroked the lace materials of her socks. “What if I want to get burned,” Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

I am hungry for your love Cassandra, that's the only thing I want to eat right now" he whispered to her and kissed her softly on her neck. Cassandra let out a soft moan, she closed her eyes feeling the touch of his lips on her skin. Her body grew in deep arousal, all she wants right now is no one else but him. Dennis didn't stop kissing her softly on her neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips still on her neck as he placed more kisses on her, the possessive spirit inside of him was growing so fast that he wanted to have her right that moment but first, he wants her to feel his deep craving love as he touches her more passionately. Gently, he let go of her neck, stared into her