Summer Romance Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

He felt aggrieved as he buried his face against her stomach and said, "No wonder you never wanted to read my diaries." Roxanne patted his head and told him she would read them to him tonight. She unlocked the diaries with the passcode and jokingly teased Austin, "It's still the date of the first day we met." Austin didn't answer her and just responded with a kiss straightaway. To him, that was the most important day of his life. Austin's diaries were actually quite simple and straightforward. Aside from a day-by-day record of what he and Theo had done, the rest of the book was filled with evidence of his missing and thinking about Roxanne.

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.

I wanted that heat, that rush, something that made me feel young again, even though I was only thirty. I started wearing sheer things around him. Blouses that slipped just enough to hint at the top of my breasts, skirts and dresses so short they barely behaved when I moved. And he noticed. He’d give me that soft, boyish smile, then sometimes a quick little wink that made my stomach tighten more than I liked to admit. Today, I sat by the swimming pool with the sun pressing warm against my skin. The house was quiet with just the two of us around. I had sent Catherine, the house cleaner, on a two-day break since my husband wouldn’t be back for another week.

“Just love and lust.” In the kitchen again that night, they christened every surface. Brenda sat on the island as all three took turns. Bruno fucked her hard while she ate Lily’s pussy. Marc stroked himself, then joined, sliding into Brenda alongside her brother in a tight double penetration. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming so hard!” Brenda wailed, juices squirting. Exhausted but glowing, they collapsed together on the deck loungers. Cum glistened on skin, bodies sticky and satisfied. The summer heat lingered, mirroring their passion.

Lauren’s blonde hair spilled across my tits, few strands glued to my skin with dried cum, her breath was hot and humid against my nipple, making it tighten into a hard, aching peak. Julian’s arm was heavy over both of us, keeping us closer, his fingers splayed possessively across my hip, his thumb tracing the bruise he had left. His cock nestled half-hard against the curve of Lauren’s ass, the heat of it radiating through the thin sheet, pulsing faintly with every heartbeat. The attic skylight was smeared with fog, light fracturing through the streaks, painting us in gold that shone over sweat-slick skin and crusted cum.

With tears in her eyes, everything became blurry as she walked until she entered the house. Charlotte went to her old single bedroom, needing some time alone. She picked up a romance book she had bought the last time she went to the city. It was an old story. The cover immediately captivated her: a young woman in a dress in a castle and a man in shining armor, mounted on a white horse and holding a sword. Sighing, she let herself be carried away by her imagination. Each line was like a dream, at least in the beginning of the book, where none of the main characters were going through any hardship. She didn’t notice time passing, as usual.

She muttered again, dropping her gaze to his lips. Julian stayed there, his eyes burning into her. Scared at first, but when his lips curled in approval, as if he knew what she wanted right now, she leaned into him, grazing her lips over his. Today had been a rollercoaster of emotions for her. From euphoria when she got the letter, to weariness after receiving her grandparents' call, and apprehension when she encountered those men from the hood, but right now, as she looked into Julian's eyes, she didn't feel any of those emotions.

As the salty breeze from the open sea whipped mercilessly against our skin following that wild, hardcore storm on the deck, I slowly smoothed the hem of my dress down. The crisp wind blowing over the fresh crimson blood and the thick, sticky arousal fluids dripping down my thighs sent a sharp, shivery wave of cold through my entire body.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

Still, I craved her taste, her soft lips, and the gentle touch of her fingers as she fought to manage her overwhelming desires. Summer embodied sweetness and innocence, a woman deserving of reverence rather than the reckless abandon of a rogue like me. As our intimacy intensified, she didn’t seem to mind my dominance over her tongue or the time we shared. I could feel her awakening, her desires eclipsing the fear she had of the man who had likely saved her life. The reality was stark: two attackers had intended to end her life simply for the sake of their greed for the SUV. Her body pressed against mine, the intoxicating scent of her longing filling my senses. As I strode out of the kitchen,