Spicy Romance Series Books Novels & Stories

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is the fourth book of the Temptation Series. All the books under this series can be read as standalone books. This series deals with a series of passionate love stories of the Donnelly brothers with spin-offs, all having captivating plotlines to keep you interested till the end. Story Summary Eva Ann Rayner has always loved her best friend’s brother, Alexander who is six years older than her. Soon she realizes the gorgeous, temperamental, overprotective and arrog

Her piercing gaze and confident demeanor promised a night of unbridled passion. The conversation flowed as freely as the wine, with each woman sharing her deepest desires and most intimate fantasies. I listened intently, my own arousal growing with each passing moment. As the meal drew to a close, I could feel the electricity in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to ignite at any moment.

My fingers splayed wide as I swept it up her naked spine. “I don’t celebrate my birthday. I haven’t for years,” she mumbled against my pulse point. My spine snapped straight like I had been electrocuted as her hot little mouth worked over the sensitive spot. I had a million questions as to why she didn’t celebrate, but I couldn’t seem to find the words to ask her. All I could do was revel in the feel of her body pressed against mine and her lips against my skin.

He let go and moved away. Suddenly all the passion, all the rage, all the emotions of my troubled existence boiled up inside me. I threw myself at him, hooking my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist, and crashing my lips into his. Instinctively he grabbed my ass to keep me close to him. He kissed me back as if my lips were the oxygen, he had needed all his life. My body felt as if it was alive for the first time. My feral desire took over my actions, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, needing to taste him. He moved us towards the bed, laying me down and snaking his hands up my dress while our mouths were still locked. He gripped my bare thigh, and I moaned in pleasure

A small whisper from her lips flared multiple sparkles in his body. ____________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Only one chapter. Means Epilogue is left which will be updated real soon. Do give a try to my other books as well. Spread the purple heart.

Hey my lovely readers, while I work on the next updates for my new spicy series… Would you all like a special bonus chapter for THE FOX DEMON AND HER ALPHA MATE? I’ve honestly been debating whether or not to drop one because I just can’t seem to let them go yet. No matter how much I try to focus completely on this new story, those two somehow keep finding their way back into my thoughts. Their chemistry, the tension, the chaos, the possessiveness, the emotions… it still lingers with me, and I know some of you probably feel the same way too.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.