Spicy Summer Romance Books Novels & Stories

“What's going on? Maria? How are you here?” “You're not so sneaky early in the morning, babe. Also, I got the same message, only with a different time on it.” Her hands trailed down Janet's hips. God, this is so wrong, so awkward that she had to catch her literally cheating with her Professor. But a sick side of Janet didn't want her to stop. She wanted more. “Oh, come on, JayJay. When was the last time we had a spark like this in our relationship? Something to keep it burning bright and alive?” She slid her hand down Janet's stomach to her waist and then to her p***y.

The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

"Not just sex, the way you talk to me, the way you move. I want to know more about you, Lucia. Not just how you sound when you come." I kissed him softly, still connected. "I want that too. But this is fast and risky." "Life’s risky." He thrust up gently. "Especially in Sicily. Storms, volcanoes, beautiful yoga teachers who make you lose control." I smiled and started riding him harder again. "Then lose control with me now. Come inside me again." Marco groaned, gripping my hips. "You’re going to ruin me." "Good." I bounced faster, grinding on every downstroke. "I’m close again, come with me."

Something about that cool morning wind was so soothing and unnerving that she lost track of how many hours she spent doing absolutely nothing. Then, she read a novel she had bought from a subtlety that sold books in the resort. Halfway through the book, she was fuming at the writer for describing her exact situation with a certain self-centered, condescending, and arrogant dark hazel-eyed man. But part of her discipline was that whenever she picked up a book to read, she saw it to the very end, be it boring or annoying. And this one was well past annoying. Realistically annoying. "And they called it a fantasy," she sneered.

She never liked Victoria since she was young. “I guess we have something in common now. Perhaps you’re angry… Why did your boyfriend marry another woman after three years? She doesn't truly love Jasper, anyway. Her name is Summer, one of the famous people in Sea City. She was once Samson's fiancée, yet now, she’s pregnant with Jasper's child… Jasper might have only married her for the child in her.”

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.

“Nothing to do with your terrifyingly hot roommate, then?” My pen froze mid-stroke. “What?” She smirked, slow and knowing. “Please. Everyone’s seen you two. You’re like the setup for a terrible rom-com. Brooding quarterback and coffee-shop softboy. Sparks practically shoot out of your doorway every time one of you walks in.” Heat crawled up my neck and bloomed across my cheeks. “You’re hallucinating. Probably a side effect of eating mystery meat every day.” Jamie snorted but—mercifully—let it drop. I shoved my notes into my bag with more force than necessary, chest tight. If even Jamie had noticed the tension leaking out of our room like smoke…

I inhaled her vanilla scent, letting it ground me, her words already strengthening me. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you.” “Anytime, fiorellina.” She pressed a light kiss to my cheek. “Let’s knock ’em dead,” she whispered in the space, her excited gaze meeting mine. Oh, they will be knocked dead at the sight of the millimeter of my bare ass teasing the cold air. Juliana’s slit teased the strap of her lingerie at her hip. I only hoped we weren’t walking into one of those orgy-intended types of gatherings. I love her, but I didn’t trust her one bit in that regard.

I’m conjuring up thoughts on whether to shove whatever's in there inside the trash bin or just devour it. I pick it up and open the lid, a fresh aroma of chicken spaghetti and salad fills the air and I couldn't hold onto my anger anymore. I find the fork attached to the food box and start eating like a madwoman. I can't believe what a wild mess my life has turned into, or worse, how to handle the two men in my life. One is my infuriating husband, and the other is this dangerously tempting stranger who thinks I’m his ex girlfriend. And he's refused to leave me alone.

Using both his firm voice and strong grip, he clasped my wrist and pulled me towards him. “Let’s go inside.” [Note: This book exclusively features the story of Summer and Celine! I am thrilled to announce that following the completion of this book, a new one titled “The Brat Heiress” will be available, which tells Stefani’s story!]