Novel & Cerita Suspense Romance Authors

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She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eleven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I jerked awake and noticed it was Dawn already but something seems off. It’s as if something was gonna go wrong. I stared at Damien sleeping peacefully beside as his chest rose and fell,I just hope my hunch isn’t right. I know what awaits me,I know what is going to happen but I must overcome. The door bursted open revealing Lord Bennett, lady Katherine,Lord Alistair and four guards as they marched in,with furious looks.

Yup, I specialize in tragic novels. I definitely do not like romance or anything that has to do with a happy ending, in reality there's no happy ending and easy life, so why should I create it in the novels I write. One would think I wouldn't have readers with the kind of Genre I specialize in, but that's far from the truth. I have billions of readers nationwide, and I'm earning well from my books. PS: I'm a celebrity. "What happened Janice, did you get into any trouble of some kind?." Brenda asked on picking my call. I don't know why she always has this thoughts that whenever I call or visit her, it means am in some kind of trouble.

Here is a list of my current books: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Hint of Misunderstanding (Werewolf Romance) Thank you again. Happy Readings

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Polly reacted. “And I am a soon to be…well almost a published romance author” Grace retorted, “Let send him that email” Polly rolled her eyes, “You are dark romance Author, Grace. You write raunchy romance. Dark male characters, not some sweet sugar doctor” Polly argued. I chuckled as I watched their antics, Grace slapped a hand to her chest to feign pain. “Well, okay. I will leave it to you” Grace raised her hands in surrender.

She asked me, and I looked down at my plate, not knowing how to break it out to her. I was indeed a writer and I have written three books in my College times and before I got married but it was based on the romantic story between different species and well, we can say that it was a lot controversial. Though I have millions of active readers reading it, I can't bring out my name like this. I am sure the alphas and Lunas won't appreciate it when they'll come to know that their infamous Luna Woods is the author behind those books that include interspecies romance and incest.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

And then, in soft disbelief, she whispered, “Is this a joke?” But the chill uncoiling down her spine said otherwise. Sloane Maren was twenty-six. A rising literary star with one haunting, critically adored debut, a suffocating two-book deal, and a reputation that reviewers called “visceral,” “lyrical,” and “achingly intimate.” But the truth? She hadn’t written anything real in nearly a year.