Spicy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Even a simple question was loaded with a tone of irony and extreme arrogance. "Yes, why the surprise? "It's a haute cuisine dish," Sloane pointed out. ""Yes, and if anyone deserves to eat well, it's me," Izzy shrugged, ticking off the list of ingredients she would need, making me laugh. "Eggs Benedict for breakfast, right? "I teased her. "Exactly, Bergqvist "Izzy winked at me. I heard some whispers around us, but I couldn't have cared less. I was tired of pretending not to be crazy about that woman.

“Unbelievable.” My stomach gave a traitorous little twist, like it was reminiscing. I remembered the way Maya’s eyes lit up when she shoved a plate at me like she’d personally invented the dish. The way Mara watched me eat like it was a sport, half proud, half terrified. The spicy street wraps that nearly burned my tongue off, the sweet pastries stuffed with cream that had me licking my fingers without shame, the weird fried thing that looked suspicious and tasted like heaven. I groaned and sank lower into the water until it lapped at my chin.

Judy chewed on a piece of bone Like it was a flute. She savored the dangling strips of meat, even making sure to suck all the bone marrow out of the calcium. she couldn't care less how she looked like doing it. she had never felt so hungry, so thirsty, in her entire life. and for her to be offered a dinner that exquisite, she could not pass it on.The spicy condiments stuck to her cheeks and chin, he regularly wiped them off.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

"Everything has been served. If you require anything else, please don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy your meal." Amelia answered with an easy smile, "Thank you." Once the waitress left, Amelia gave Lucas an encouraging look. "Come on, give it a try." “Okay," Lucas nodded, then reached for his fork and picked up a shrimp, leaving the sausage untouched. The instant he tasted it, a spicy heat rushed through his mouth and up into his nose. Nothing compared to his very first run-in with spicy food, which had nearly brought him to tears. That time, he had sworn the chili was waging a personal vendetta.

“And here we are, drinking like teenagers hiding from our parents.” Maximus snorted. “Better than being shot on the Strip.” I shrugged. “Barely.” Gabriella and Lessia walked in with takeout bags like angels delivering salvation. The place instantly smelled of garlic and heaven. “About time,” I said, standing. “I was two seconds away from chewing on Max’s shoe.” “You’d do it too,” Vincent muttered, already ripping open a container of fettuccine. Gabriella rolled her eyes. “Maybe say thank you before stuffing your face.”

I could die in peace now. I slouched back with a delighted sigh, rubbing my stomach happily. Is this what it feels like to be deliciously happy? I'd always loved spicy food but never had the privilege. No one seems to enjoy it around here so I tried not to ask because I didn't want to seem selfish. I'd found my new restaurant. "You know, I hated food that had too much spice or pepper," Grandma suddenly started. I looked at her, tearing my droopy eyes from the white ceiling. She had a faraway look in her eyes and a bright, warm smile on her face. The kind of smile Brie and Taffy had on when talking about their mates.

Elena’s POV I was curled up on the comfortable outdoor sofa on the deck, completely lost in my book. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake. This was one of my favorite spicy romance novels — the kind where the cold, powerful hero finally breaks down and confesses his undying love in the middle of a storm. I was smiling like a fool, biting my lower lip as I turned the page, my heart racing with the characters.

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I scooped up a spoonful, brought it to my mouth, and the moment it touched my tongue, I felt I was in trouble. My entire throat lit up, my eyes watered instantly, and I had to cough to keep from sputtering it back out. It tasted like a firestorm. Tessa’s head turned toward me, brows pulling together. “Rowan? Do you not like it?” I shook my head so fast I thought it would snap clean off. “It’s delicious,” I managed to say. It truly was delicious, but it was too spicy! I could handle a lot of things, and spicy food wasn’t one of them.