Spice Romance Novels & Stories

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

“She’s also fiesty and fiery and did everything I told her not to.” I couldn’t help but smile. Terzo, the mafia, was in love and married to the love of his life. I didn’t meet this kind of person every day. “Why are you smiling?” Spade’s amused voice and his grasp on my thigh caught my attention. I looked at him. “Don’t you see it? It’s romantic. It’s a good plot for a N*****x movie.” “See?” Terzo looked at the couple. “I saw it coming. I just didn’t think it would be sooner.”

Her eyes drifted towards the mystery basket, adorned with a colorful ribbon, which sat tantalizingly on the counter, waiting to reveal its secrets. Just then, the room fell silent and the atmosphere tense as the host, a charismatic emcee with a warm smile, strided confidently onto the stage. "Welcome, contestants, judges, and crew, to the first round of the Spice Masters cooking contest! I am your host by name, Justin Hill and this is Simmer and Spice, where the art of cooking meets the magic of spices. Today marks “Day one” of the contest and on this day, we embark on a culinary journey that will push your skills, creativity, and knowledge of spices to the limit. Let's get started on this c

A whole combination of spaghetti diavola, everything was in extra, including the spices and cheese, then properly extra spice, garnished with betrayal. It hasn't settled properly after the proposal and the drama that followed it. We flew to the villa where we had our time alone which was heaven. Our engagement, though we didn't prepare for all we encountered, still had the most memorable sparkles in it. And Logan, successfully taking after Mo in drama, decided to celebrate, and he termed it, “our magical return to normalcy” and ensured the dinner was outside, at our favorite restaurant, far away from drama. Well, the normal we were celebrating and the drama we were all running away from act

Then came the food: jollof rice, grilled fish, fried plantain, and peppered snails—Owen’s recommendation. “I hope you’re not allergic to spice,” he said with a mischievous grin. Sophia lifted an eyebrow. “After everything I’ve survived?” she said, her voice low and teasing. “I am the spice.” Owen laughed—a real laugh, the kind that didn’t ask for permission. And Sophia found herself joining in. It wasn’t performative. It wasn’t cautious. It was easy. And that… that felt rare. They talked for hours. Not about Liam.

Spencer's pitch-black eyes slightly sparkled as he remained expressionless. The next moment, Lucille found herself inexplicably pinned onto the couch. Before she could react, Spencer pressed his lips onto hers, eliciting a moan from her. Lucille didn't resist but quickly accepted his sudden, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck in response to his kiss. With their lips connected, the kiss went from aggressive to passionate. The air of romance slowly rose following their increasingly heavy breathing as the temperature in the living room gradually rose.

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

The atmosphere is so romantic and smells good because of the scented candles. It makes me remember. Flashback ____ Three weeks ago I sat on the hood of his red Lamborghini, licking my favorite ice cream. Spencer's light blue eyes met mine, and we froze. It was our thing, acting like star-crossed lovers. Spencer is averagely handsome, with a beard and a man bun. His finger brushed my lower lip wet with ice cream. He glanced up at me, love filling his eyes. "What do you think the best proposal is?"