Suspense Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Read the author's note first 1)The Biker's Obsession (Gangster, Ceo and maid romance) 2) A crush I can't date ( Have you all wondered this! Imagine two writers on GoodNovel fall in love! Imagine a writer and a reader like you fall in love ? Then you need to add this book to your library to find out more.

So, don't forget to follow me there to check out all the book-related stuff there. No one is immune to the second chance mate, morally grey men who are only sweet to the fmc and found family tropes. What are some of your favorite tropes in Romance and Supernatural genres? Since I am writing as I go, I will definitely be taking your comments as suggestions. Here is a little sneak peak into the book. If you find it interesting, you won't have to wait for long. I promise; "Zoe had a good life. A daughter of an ex-beta, and mate of the new one.

I blurted curtly, peering intently into his eyes as he stared back at me. Slowly, he nodded and exhaled heavily. "I really wish it was a vampire girl that you saved from being raped. You have come across many in dangerous situations of both rape and assault, and you ignore them and walk away." He sighed, and every single word from his mouth was just pouring down like heavy rainfall inside my head. I closed my eyes tight, trying to shut away his voice, but I couldn't. Instead, they were echoing, and I was feeling every damn truth in them. Was it too obvious that I was feeling something special and different for that wolf girl?

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Suzanna’s greeting returned the entire room to focus. I moved my gaze from Chelsea to Bryce to Suzanna and finally to the room. Everything was the same as it had always been. The unchanged bookcases covered the walls while heavy draperies fell beside the windows. It was but another piece of the Montague fortune, regal and ostentatious.

I forced my brain to assimilate the words until I couldn't take it any longer. I loved reading, in fact I had huge collections of crime and mystery novels because they were my favorite genre, but romance and historical . . . anything? Count me out. There was just something about ‘soulmates’ and romance that just grossed me out and the fact that this book had both just made me hate it. I stretched and yawned as I reached for my bed. I fell on my bed, face down. I didn't bother with my purple and white duvet as I let myself fall into slumber, Kenneth's smiling face the last thing I thought of.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU