Spicy Summer Romance Books Novels & Stories

by Summer. For now, I'll be starting a fresh and erotica book---> ‘Claimed by My Mafia Stepson’ Oh, it's not your regular book. We're talking about older heroine, younger ML. It promises to be hot. Forbidden. Extremely addictive. 🔥🥵 For my Goodnovel readers, come back exactly a week from today and check it out.... xoxo. ❤️

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)

a bitch with a price tag remain a bitch! Andrea quickly Munch down her food and tidy up the kitchen in minutes and she wanted to wash her face because It's summer she feel so sticky after cooking

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

I resented him for taking me from my grandmother, locking me away in his house, and later even using my grandmother to force me into marriage with him. In those years, Felix loved me deeply. I tried to convince myself to keep going, to forgive him, because, at that time, he was just an innocent child. Every time I felt like giving up, I would go to the garden and look at the sunflowers, drawing flowers on the wall that would never wither. But later, as I tried to hold on, Darcy's arrival destroyed everything. Or maybe it was Felix who destroyed it all. He destroyed the sunshine that had grown up with him, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Story:5 Title: Summer Heat Jasmine returns to her small hometown to stay with her older brother for the summer, only to find his best friend, Theo, now a chiseled firefighter living next door. Late-night swims, shared drinks, and stolen glances turn into a slow-burn attraction. But giving in to temptation could ruin everything. The taboo of desire builds until they can no longer hold back, leading to a sensual awaken that neither expected. ——- The heat hit Jasmine before she even got out of the car.

I say as I take out a fresh outfit. "Yeah, sure. Next time we are going to the Hamptons, and please next time I drink don't let me make any plans. Otherwise, we might go hiking next time." I laugh as I put my hair in a ponytail. "Duly noted. So how are things with Anthony? Don't think I didn't notice the two of you intertwining fingers as we watched the movie." Summer blushed as she went to close the door and then leaned against it. "I know it hasn't been long but I really like him." She says with a big smile on her face. "I think about him all the time, his black hair and those big brown eyes, and those lushes lips. And the way he smells..."

His fingers reaching forward the way a person reaches for something they have already lost. Summer's hair caught the last light of the afternoon sun. The strands glowed amber, then copper, then gold — a halo that lasted only a second before she turned her face away. He remembered the exact angle of her chin. The way her shoulders curved when she was about to say something she wasn't sure she should say. She had been turning toward him, then away, then toward him again, as if fighting some internal war that had nothing to do with him and everything to do with him at once. She whispered something. He saw it rather than heard it — the shape of her lips forming syllables, soft and fragile as wet

They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire. Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.