Novel & Cerita Steamiest Historical Romance Novels

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

Until a few weeks ago: ~ The house is empty. Music slips into the silence, low and steady. I sway my hips in rhythm, not bothering with the clothes my mother would approve of. Today, I let myself exist. I’m in just my bra and panties, nothing more. My hair is tied back with a ribbon instead of being hidden beneath fabric. I’ve been keeping a secret collection of romance songs and steamy novels, tucked away under my bed. I lend them out when the pile gets too large, trading them for new ones from old classmates.

CHAPTER 4 Her body quaked and her heart raced as Gabrielle enjoyed her first orgasm with another woman. It was all she had imagined it might be and more. Gabrielle finally caught her breath as Callista rose from the floor and kissed her with all the passion of her just ended orgasm. Both reached out with extended tongues as Gabrielle tasted the fruits of her climax in the Callista's mouth. "Your turn, lover," Callista purred as she broke their embrace. Gabrielle couldn't contain her excitement as she and Callista reversed the positions they had just held. From her position on the floor, the thirty- seven year old pulled off the red lace panties that covered her prize with enthusiasm, exposin

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

Wearing nothing underneath, I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Sarah drew me in, the water and steam wrapping me in warmth. My lover's face wore a soft, beautiful smile and I let my eyes run over the length of her body. My God, she was beautiful. She pulled me close, and my lips found hers. We pressed together, the length of her legs sliding against mine, my hands running over her wet skin. The sparse hair of her mound tickled against my thigh, and the swell of her hip pressed into my sex. The wetness there was from a completely different source, and I slid easily against her. Our breasts molded together, and Sarah's mouth moved to my neck.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

“Travel writer. The pass is closed. I just…needed Ilter.” Ethan stood, shirt unbuttoned, chest rising fast. “We weren’t expecting company.” His eyes lingered on the wet fabric clinging to my breasts. “But the fire’s warm. And we’re… flexible.” Ava laughed, low and wicked. “We were about to take this to the rug.” I rocked against Liam once, slow, making him curse under his breath. “You can warm up by the fire. Or watch. Or—” I let the word hang, her gaze locking on mine. It felt like fingers sliding under my skin.

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

"Tell me everything Tristan, you helped Efron to cook for me?" "Of course!" answered Tristan. "Actually, Efron was really jealous with your billionaire lover... I mean sex partner that is why he asked some help for me. I told him to cook something special for you and it turns out that you really like the spaghetti, menudo, and adobo we cooked!"