Tempt: Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

Then she whispered, “I don’t want to remember this university without one more memory.” I didn’t need more invitation than that. Emma’s POV His hands were rough, greedy, like he was trying to imprint the shape of me into his palms. We stumbled into the library the same one we’d been locked in weeks ago and the door clicked shut behind us. The scent of old books and varnished wood filled the air, but it was overpowered by the heat crackling between us. He kissed me like it was the last breath he’d ever take. Our robes fell. Shirts ripped. Fingers shook.

-I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER - ENDLESSLY MINE - INFINITELY OURS -WHEN YOU LEAVE YOPUR HEART BEHIND .... so far there are still more to be uploaded. ***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY)

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

My legs ached, my head throbbed, and the mountain of files left for analysis made me want to cry. I dropped onto a bench outside the finance department, trying to catch my breath. “Rough first day?” I looked up. A guy with striking blue eyes sat at a nearby desk, still focused on his computer. “Something like that,” I muttered. “Gets easier,” he said, then smirked. “Actually, no, it doesn’t.” I laughed. “Yeah, I figured.” “Terrence Jonas,” he introduced. “Celeste Koch.” “Celeste,” he repeated. “Better head back. Mr. Bettencourt has eyes everywhere.”

That wasn’t how he functioned, but with Amelia, he seemed to surprise himself every time. “I don’t deserve you, cara, yet I can’t resist you. Every time I see you, I want to make you mine. Only mine.” Amelia’s breath hitched at his sweet confession while she gazed into his desire-filled eyes. He traced his thumb over her plump lips, relishing in the fullness. Amelia closed her eyes, already feeling drunk in his caress. As she waited for his mouth to claim hers, he dipped his head and captured her lips is a soft caress. There was so much tenderness in his move as if she were a piece of fine china.

I read my name in his voice and it even sounds sexy that way. I start to respond when another message from him pops up sending my heart into a fit of flutter. “Oh, and I am very much looking forward to our date.”

At first, I don't hear anything, and I feel a very strong urge to turn around and sprint towards home, but instead I press the bell again. After a couple of moments, I hear a series of clicks followed with the door fully opening. I feel frozen as David crosses his arms while leaning on his entrance, his shirt non-existent. I feel my eyes widen as I take him all in. His skin is golden tan with muscles that bulge with every slight movement. I coast my eyes to the deep lines shaping his abs, feeling my stomach flutter with temptation . He also has a v-line that runs from his lower stomach all the way to the inside

I gripped her ass tighter, working her over my shaft again until she started moving on her own, writhing against me, making desperate little whimpering sounds that tugged at the last of my self-control. The friction we were creating sucked the air from me, and for a second, all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat. "Liam. Please," she murmured into my mouth, the break in her voice filling me with hot lust. Vows were meant to be broken. Besides, no one could be expected to turn down an offer like this one.

Liam is romantic, I thought, my heart about to beat right out of my chest. “I think I could come to get used to this,” I murmured to myself, as Liam put on some soft music on his phone. It was all so perfect; I wished it wouldn’t end.