Novel & Cerita Spicy Holiday Romance Books

On getting to New York, Rosa turns to me and in a stern voice she says as if to remind us both about our crazy night and how it should be kept a secret. “You dummy, whatever happened in Vegas….” “Stays in Vegas” we say in unison while laughing like crazy teenagers as people turn to stare at us. “And by the way Rosa”. “Yes love” “Thank you for the best Christmas and wedding gift ever”. I say as we head back to my hotel to prepare for my wedding to Sage Callahan tomorrow.

It was only after a long while that he picked up his footsteps and walked toward a noodle restaurant. The owner saw some customers and quickly invited them into the restaurant. “What can I get for the both of you?” Michael sat on the chair. “Korean Fire Noodles.” The driver was shocked from the moment Michael sat down. This place did not have good hygiene; the chairs were dirty but President Larson sat down right away. Plus, they just had dinner and President Larson wanted another bowl of noodles! Maybe he forgot? The Korean Fire Noodles were very spicy. Stuffed with chili oil, anyone would start sweating just by how they looked. Michael used a fork to pick up the noodles and put them into h

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell

She arranges the dishes on the low table near the fireplace, lights the fire prepared in advance, nods, and withdraws. The smell reaches us: a clear consommé, fresh bread, fish in white sauce, tender vegetables. Strawberries. Chocolate. Light, soothing things. Things for invalids, or for lovers. — Come. I help her up, guide her to the large armchair by the fire. I sit first, then settle her on my lap, sideways, like a child or a mistress. The robe falls open over her legs. She instinctively nestles against me, seeking warmth. I take the silver tureen. The consommé steams, golden.

We started with small talk; work, weather, some show she was binge-watching, and sometimes while we were talking we'll hold eye contact for long, and when we've felt we'd held eye contact for long, we'll both flit our eyes away, a smirk on our faces. I loved watching her talk, and not just to listen, but just to watch her pretty lips move. Every time our hands brushed while reaching for the sugar or the napkins, a spark shot up my arm. After taking the last spoon of the well cooked mashed potatoes and downing it with my favorite coffee, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. “This…was soooo good.” She handed me a napkin to clean my mouth and electricity skittered down my spine as our tips

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

His touch was light, feather-like, but it felt like an electric shock shooting through me, igniting every nerve in my body. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of him—dark and intoxicating—wrapped around me like a fog, clouding my thoughts. “You’re not as cold as you think you are, Sabrina,” he murmured, his lips barely a breath away from my ear. “I see it in your eyes. You want to feel something. You want to give in.” My heart raced, blood pounding in my ears.

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.