Novel & Cerita Spicy Holiday Romance Books

Spencer is nice; he loves and respects me, my family, and the line of work I am in. Taking out my Kindle, I look at my last read,'The NoteBook' by Nicholas Sparks. This version has the previous cover of the book(the one with the staircase and front yard). It is the first romance I ever read and my favorite. Taking a deep breath, I dab my royal blue off-shoulder dress. Stylishly shredded at the hems, with teardrop diamonds scattered around.

said Rian who was just about to call one of the coffee shop employees, before Yara interrupted him with an order to her mother's employee to get Rian's experimental coffee from the refrigerator. "I'm getting ready to listen to her vent, she even wants to poison me," Rian grumbled. "This one is delicious, I swear. I guess I really have to break my heart before my coffee recipe can work." Rian received a glass of coconut milk coffee, the latest menu from Yara's experiment. After taking a sip, Rian nodded in agreement with Yara's previous words. "What's the reason he dumped you?" Rian asked curiously. "Shouldn't you be the one who dumped him? I've told you all along that he often takes advantag

Sparkle promised, focusing on her laptop screen rather than the never-ending loop of her time with Kaleb. Once the comment section was cleaned up, Sparkle posted her client’s holiday letter to her fans, then closed up the site and opened the next one. Another holiday letter to post and a few pictures the author had taken at the latest writers’ conference she’d attended. “How much longer, though?” Hayzel asked again, just a touch of a wheedling whine in her voice. “If we don’t go soon, all the Christmas trees will be gone.” Drama, thy name is Hayzel Alexa Pearce, Sparkle thought with a smile. Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug.

It was what I needed. The jacket covered me up and it touched my knees. "Gracious" I muttered as I looked as how spontaneous I looked in an expensive jacket. "Thank you." I said to him as I sniffed the colon on the jacket. It was 'Ocean blue' one of the most famous colon. I could tell because back then when I used to work as a bartender, I would sneaked to my boss's office and used his colon, it was same as his. I raised my head and looked at him, he was staring at his phone. Like he was waiting for something. It definitely would be the interviewer. He was well dressed and looked rich. If someone like him have come for the same job as myself, I doubt I will get a chance.

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

“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.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

"Want to enjoy the fire for a while?" "Sounds perfect." I slipped off my coat and boots, leaving myself in the oversized sweater and leggings I'd worn for comfort. Dante got the fire going, flames licking at the logs until warmth spread through the room. He settled onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace and pulled me down beside him. Somehow, even after everything, he could still make butterflies erupt in my stomach with just a look. "My mom insists on hosting Thanksgiving at her place this year," Dante said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. "But we can do Christmas at our place."