Novel & Cerita Spicy Holiday Romance Books

The house behind me streamed out a warm, welcoming glow toward the lake, beckoning cold skaters in from the icy air. I could see Audrey and Ray hand in hand making slow circles on the lake. They projected a happiness I didn't know was possible. I wondered what had driven them apart so long ago; watching them fall in love for the second time was like getting to witness magic. I didn't know how it was happening, I didn’t want to question it; I just wanted to let it happen. "Hot chocolate for the lady." Andrew's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned and took the hot Styrofoam cup in my hands, breathing in its aroma. Chocolate, frost, and pine smoke all mixed in a delicious medley that would f

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

On the team bus heading to an away match against another rival, Sloane gets a direct message from Tatum promising a proper rematch if their teams meet again soon. Sloane stared at her phone screen in the back of the rumbling bus. The message from Tatum lit up her notifications like a challenge she could not ignore. “Proper rematch soon. Bring that fire if you can handle losing again.” Heat rushed through her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from their last encounter. The words stirred something dangerous in her chest. Anger mixed with raw desire. She wanted to hate Tatum more than ever, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of another clash.

“Fine. Let’s see if you can find something suitably... sentimental.” The challenge was on, and I dove back into the sea of souvenirs, determined to find the perfect gift that would meet both his impossible standards and my philosophy on gifts. . . . The day unfolded in a delightful blur of sun-drenched stalls, the scent of the ocean mingling with the aroma of local spices and grilled delicacies. Roman was surprisingly patient as I led him from one stall to the next, cracking jokes and insisting on regular beverage breaks. By our third coconut water, he seemed almost relaxed, a slight curve teasing the corners of his mouth every time I said something absurd.

Then he moved lower. I felt the wet heat of his tongue drag slowly down the center of my chest, between my breasts, over the soft plane of my stomach. Every inch of skin he touched seemed to tighten and spark. My breath came shallow and quick. When he reached my navel he paused, circling it once with the tip of his tongue before sealing his lips over it and sucking. “Ahh fuck—”

I set my phone down and stared at the ceiling, the bookmark on my nightstand, my heart still racing. I'd come to Colorado for Christmas with my best friend. I'd never expected to fall in love. But here I was. Completely, terrifyingly in love with Derek Hayes. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of it. I was just happy.

I am grateful for the respite, as no one seems to be paying attention to me. I pull my cell phone out of my bag and open the Kindle app. It's still a while before class starts, so I want to read a chapter first. I duck my head and look at my phone as I devour the words on the screen. I started a book last night , and by all the saints, I think this book is going to tear me apart by the end. The main character goes through so much and then the supposed hero makes her suffer too. I must have cried about a million times, especially when I got to the part of the book about her past. I haven't even finished it yet and I feel like I already have a book hangover.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I almost laughed. “Share,” I repeated. “Unless you want to sleep in your car. Storm’s not letting up.” I looked past him into the warm glow of the cabin. A fire already crackled in the stone hearth. The air smelled of woodsmoke and coffee. My clothes were plastered to my body like a second skin. I could feel the cold starting to sink deeper than my skin. And somewhere under the cold and the residual ache of the breakup, a reckless little spark lit up.

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