Suspense Romance Novels & Stories

We kissed and touched for a long while right there in the kitchen when I placed my hand on hers and led her to a large rug in front of the roaring fire. We had been keeping up with it most of the afternoon, and it made for a very romantic setting. It was now early evening, and the only light was from the fire. Sue looked so sexy standing there with the firelight dancing on her face and the noise of the crackling embers filling the quiet. I pulled her black sweater up over her head and saw her breasts for the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off of them; they were so beautiful. I placed my hand on her right breast, softly caressing this wondrous creation of nature. I heard her moan under h

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

Right now, I'm working on a romantasy about a Dragonborne woman who is rejected by her fated mate and hunted to death. I also have an idea for The Ice Queen and Her Loyal Bodyguard, a forbidden romance between two people who should never fall in love. Then there's an enemies-to-lovers story about an obsessive older brother and sister who secretly team up to break up their younger siblings' relationship... only to end up falling for each other instead. And finally, a suspense romance where a college student begins to suspect that the professor she's secretly in love with may have murdered his own wife. So yes...

thriller, keeping the tension and dark romance elements fully intact. Do you want me to continue with Chapter Nine now?

His other hand slid up my spine, cupping the back of my neck, his thumb brushing the pulse point. “Look at me,” he ordered, tilting my face toward him. I obeyed, my gaze locking with his. The intensity there was staggering, anger, yes, but also possession, desire, and something else I couldn’t quite name. Something deeper. He kissed me then, hard and claiming, swallowing the gasp that escaped my lips. It wasn’t gentle; it was fire and frustration and promise all at once. I clutched at his shoulders, melting into him even as my mind screamed that this wasn’t supposed to feel like safety.

Charli The vibration of Nox's chest awakened me from my sleep. At first, I wasn't sure what I was hearing or feeling. My senses were spent, overwhelmed by his mastery and sexual proclivity. I'd fallen into the beginning of my favorite comatose state when he began to stir. The darkness of our room and softness of our bed shielded me from what was happening until slowly the sadness that emanated from his every pore filled our space, wrapping me in his misery. His breathing became ragged as his chest tensed and body trembled.

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.

Luke continued, "the two characters do commit suicide together. After witnessing a sunrise, they hold hands and leap into the sea of clouds, descending into the deserted forest, achieving eternity. Their love becomes eternal as well." Luke shared, "I'm not sure how much of Susanne's novel is based on real events, but I believe it could be inspired by them. She and the teacher actually contemplated suicide. In April 1997, Susanne was arranged to marry the eldest son of a well-known real estate family in Johnsonville. You know this person—he's Wendy's uncle.