Tami Roman Book Novels & Stories

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

he asks as if nothing happened. My anger boils but before I can erupt Crystal intervenes. "Roman, darling, Let's go for brunch," she suggests to him. Roman nods. " Sure we can go right now" he says, forgetting we had plans. WTF. ############

"Oh, my casserole is ready. I hope you're hungry. I cooked dinner." "You're not going anywhere with Liam or Effie?" She asks. "No, I told them I had laundry to do, and my feet are aching, which is true because of the baby." "Thank you." "Your welcome, and Terry, your secret safe with me." Terry and I had a long talk. I feel more comfortable talking to her now than before. Maybe because I always thought she was a guy. And getting too close to her would make me feel awkward. I like bad boys working for the mafia, and Terry fits the part. That was before Liam, and I got together. But learning she's a woman. I got nothing to worry about.

Thank you so much for reading Romerian Alpha’s Mate, book 2 in The Royal Wolf Of Zidiah series. I appreciate everyone’s support on my writing journey, and I thank you for taking the characters into your hearts from the bottom of my heart. You’re all amazing! Book 1, Alpha Verses Omerian, is also available on Goodnovel. Book 3, The Romerian’s Unwanted Mate, is available now!

I needed fuel if I was going to survive this war I was starting. By the time I returned to Thorin Tower, I looked like a different woman. Professional on the surface. Dangerous underneath. I didn’t knock on his office door. I pushed it open, ready to start my game, ready to see if I could crack that ice. And froze in the doorway. Roman had a woman bent over his massive black desk. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He was fucking her hard from behind, deep, punishing thrusts that made her moan and grip the edge of the desk desperately.

A faint smile appeared on her face. “Lydia, you came back at the right time!” Liam said desperately. “Look at what Moon has done!” Lydia took the main seat and slowly poured herself a cup of tea. “I’ve heard about Moon’s situation,” she said as she sipped her tea. “But that’s not why I’m here.” She turned to Moon. “I’m here for something Mr. Xavier Zane left behind.” Moon was stunned. “Xavier? What could he have left here?” Lydia smiled and took a folder from her briefcase. She tossed it onto the table.

Sales began climbing again—not skyrocketing, but steady, real, built on truth instead of fear. And through it all, Damon remained her silent pillar. He attended none of her meetings, never took her spotlight. But his presence lingered in every corner, in every shadow, in every bouquet that found its way to her office—always crimson roses, always accompanied by the same black card. Each card carried a different line. To the woman who doesn’t bow. To the storm I cannot tame. To the queen who stands beside the king. Rhian kept them all, tucked carefully into her drawer, as reminders that even in a world of blood and shadows, Damon could surprise her with gentleness.