Tami Roman Book Novels & Stories

The sex had been mind-blowing, his mouth on my clit, sucking until I bucked against his face; his tongue fucking into me before he replaced it with his cock, slamming home. After what felt like hours, I forced myself up. I dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, something comfortable to hide in. Grabbing the book I'd abandoned weeks ago, a steamy romance that now felt tame compared to my reality. I curled up on the bed, trying to lose myself in the pages. A knock at the door jolted me. Before I could respond, it creaked open, and Roman stepped in, his presence filling the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his clean scent.

She didn't want to read any comparisons or be called the homewrecker. But now her fingers were itching to click on the story Pam had sold. They weren't close but she had assumed she could trust her. Why had she sold her out like this? Turning her whole life upside down just for a few quid? Roman walked into the room with two glasses and a bottle of wine, and his words earlier pushed back to the top of her list of worries.

He gave me a small nod, gratitude flashing briefly across his face before exhaustion settled over it again. As he turned to leave, Roman spoke again. "Nigel." He paused. "I want you to get a book," Roman said calmly. "Any book. One you can carry with you." Nigel frowned slightly but nodded. "All right." "Every time Zamora comes to you," Roman continued, "you won't say anything about it. You won't react. You'll simply make a tally mark in the book." Nigel blinked. "A... tally?" "Yes," Roman said. "One line. That's all."

A small smile tugged at her lips as she got up and walked over. Running her fingers along the spines, she realized with surprise that they were all romance novels. For a moment, she wondered why Liam had chosen romance for her? She had expected mysteries or something darker. After scanning the titles, her hand paused on one. She pulled it out gently. Whispers of the Forgotten Moon by Evelyn Hart. Carrying it back to the bed, she curled up against the pillows and opened the book. Caleb stepped out of the car as he quickly opened the door for Liam, who came out and strode past him without sparing a glance, as he walked straight into the house.

Roman suddenly cleared his throat and dragged his gaze away. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, sending droplets flying. "I'll get you something dry," he said, his voice rougher than before. He disappeared down a hallway without waiting for my response. Left alone, I took the opportunity to look around. The cabin's layout was similar to the one I'd rented, but that's where the similarities ended. Where mine was generic and impersonal, Roman's space was warm and lived-in. A large, comfortable-looking sofa faced a stone fireplace. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled to bursting with volumes of all sizes. The coffee table was sturdy wood, marked with water rings and the occasional scra

Sydney “Not again! I don’t f*cking believe you!” gritted out Mr. Douglas, glaring behind me at my saviour. A tattooed, muscular arm snaked around my shoulder possessively. His rough fingers brushing against my delicate pale skin, causing a tremor down my body. Did he feel it too? Goosebumps erupted all over my bare skin at his electrifying touch! I wanted to die of embarrassment. What the hell! Why did I react so strongly to the killer? Maybe because I had zero romantic experience with the male species. With four bodyguards tailing me everywhere, what more could I expect?

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

She falls for it. "Yes, sir? In-room 05?" She seems like wanted to pee on her long black skirt. A lovely smile came on my face and gently nod my head at her. "He's Mr. Raphael Mason. He got hit by a careless driver and almost lost his right leg. Are you his daughter's boyfriend?" She shyly bit her lip and wink at me too while sliding her hair strands at the back of her ears. I cleared my throat and nod at her again. She felt sad and jealous.

Something Elengard had brought her, to soothe her nerves today. And likely, to end her near-constant pacing. Which did seem to work. Bast willed it to always burn for her. Keeping the room cozy. She’d learned that when Elengard mentioned it a month ago. Book in lap, she was now absorbed in quests completed by a knight of the Round Table and his trusted friend, Merlinus. Elsabet’s attention lapsed from the book as she ran a hand through her hair. Instantly feeling a gaze on her, she looked around.

Roman had did a good job in ruining her perfectly styled hair by Tiffany while they had their passionate moment. Rose knew flirting around with Roman was wrong especially because she was pregnant for her boyfriend. She wasn't just cheating on Daniel, she was cheating with his baby inside of her and it made her feel bad but she didn't know what was going on with her because it was like the hormones were making her crave a forbidden fruit which was Roman. She always yearned for his touch and for his lips to connect with hers. One night, she had cried about not having Roman next to her. She didn't tell Tiffany why she was crying but Tiffany had to sleep next to her. Maybe it was her being self