Spicy Thriller Books Novels & Stories

I hyperventilated, hands shaking badly I almost dropped my phone. Rage took over, boiling in my chest. "Piece of shit! " I hissed, scrolling through his photos faster. Was he here to steal my company's secret? Or try to blackmail me so my company would run down then buy it? So many thoughts. So many questions. But even as fury burned, my cheeks flushed as I quickly got horny with every hot picture of him. My clit was pulsing like a needy slut. I bit my lips, rubbing my thighs together to create friction.

I went over to zip her up. “That’s a good question. Everything that you tell me about the other sponsors, like that politician who hasn’t done his taxes in years or that investor who bragged about sleeping with his daughter’s seventeen-year-old friend, I tell Dante. He passes the information to his police connections and from there, they launch their own investigation. A few arrests have already been made. You’ve already helped get a few of these terrible men off the streets,” I told her proudly. Alice smiled. “Cool,” she said, standing a little straighter.

Silas nodded, wary. Arden stood still for a moment, then moved to the side table, pouring water into a glass. His movements were sharp. Controlled. “You fight well,” he said. “But you don’t flinch like a wolf with no past.” Silas took the glass. “Thanks?” Arden sat across from him. Too close. His eyes searched Silas’s face, reading lines like runes. “I know spies. I’ve hunted them. You’re better than most.” Arden said .

Right now, I couldn't stop wondering: Was the woman behind me really human, or something else entirely? "Are you feeling sick? You're shaking a little," Tracy said quietly, resting her head gently against my back. "I probably just need to hit the bathroom. Haven't gone since I woke up." I stood up quickly, slipped on a pair of house slippers, and headed for the bathroom. The human imagination really has no limits. Especially when it comes to weird, creepy stuff you can't explain. Your brain just runs wild with it. I lit a cigarette in the bathroom. The more I thought about it, the more wrong it all felt.

“There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.” “Why?” “Trafficking, duh! It was like a full-blown Mafia business,” Harley said. “But before these assholes could execute their plan, some men in suits barged in and stormed everyone out of there.” “What men?” She rubbed her nape. “They had guns and this broach over their pockets in the shape of a spade.” Spade? “Why do I feel like I’ve heard about the spade broach before?” “It’s obviously Mafia business, B. It seemed like one gang was interrupting the work of another. But I wonder which mob is so decent.” She huffed. “They literally stopped human trafficking.”

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (6) In the days after that Christmas night out, I couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and Jordan. I kept thinking about how far they’d already gone—him sucking her tits in the car, fingering her in the back of a taxi, her on her knees, sucking his cóck like it was nothing. It was insanely hot, and dangerous as hell.

“What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?” "I haven't read in a while. I like thrillers. Lee Child, James Patterson, Stephen King." He tells us as he reaches and takes a piece of steak. "Have you read Harlan Coben? He writes some amazing thrillers like Drop Shot, One False Move, and Tell No One." I'm in my element now. This is safe ground, I love talking about books. I love almost every genre out there. I'll give anything a go once. Indie authors are my favorite as their work is so unique, it's like a diamond in the rough.

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] *

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.