The Kiss Of Deception Book Novels & Stories

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

"What do you mean you're clueless? Just let me know, what's going on between us. I posed the query once more. How can I be falling for such a man, a man I know nothing about, makes me wonder if I'm going insane. I'll explain, he said. My back ended up on the grass as a result of him moving his upper body forward. He planted a kiss on my forehead before slowly lowering his head and moving down to kiss my lips. He then climbed onto my neck and gave me a gazillion kisses, which drove me insane. I did not worry that he was a criminal at this precise moment; all I wanted was for him to possess my body.

Her perfect breasts floated, a siren's lure calling to him. He was hard in a heartbeat. Hard and ready to take her every way he knew how. It wasn't her pale skin or the music playing in the background that got to him. It wasn't the way she'd set the scene or the fact that he knew she wasn't just willing, she was determined. He could have resisted all of that, even her slightly pouting lips. What he couldn't resist was the book she was reading. She'd set out to seduce him and had gotten so caught up in a textbook on nuclear fission that she hadn't even heard him walk into the bathroom.

I just had to pose as his wife, and I would be a millionaire. I was still wide-eyed when I looked through the remaining conditions. They seemed fair. So, I took the pen that lay on the coffee table and signed the contract, sealing the deal. It was only then that I saw a twinkle flash through Grayson's eyes. But his lips held no trace of the smile he had constantly thrown my way the night we met. He gestured to the glass of wine. “You deserve a drink.”

The tightness that typically perched on his shoulders had lifted, and for once, the Alexander Steele before me wasn’t a wealthy CEO or a guy shackled by family obligations. Would I ever fully know the real Alexander? Or was this kiss simply another illusion in his world of power and control? Find out in the next chapter!

The only thing Grandma was holding was a piece of paper, which smelled like money, but it was all pure plain paper. This is really insane. But before, I could clearly see that it was real money. A real print of the money. What happened? Oh my gosh! They trick us! I remembered Kai's face, the demonic smile he gave when we had left the café. The arrogant prince had won by deceiving us. I think he is looking for great trouble with me. @Death Wish Hi there guys! Thank you so much for your support and I want you to know that it really helped me a lot. Hope you might want to drop a beautiful review for this book. I really wanted to hear from you.

I had finally, permanently, transformed my deception into a shield for the people I loved. Victor didn't offer a platitude. He didn't need to. He simply leaned forward, capturing my mouth in a slow, devastating kiss of absolute, unconditional worship. It wasn't a kiss of dominance or control. It was a profound, starving collision of two equals who had walked through literal fire to build a sanctuary in the light. His lips parted mine with tender authority, his tongue sweeping inside to taste the breathless, happy sob that escaped my throat. I opened to him completely, my hands tangling desperately in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck.

Her lips parted. "I… I'm not…" And then I kissed her. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was claimed as I devoured her. It was me pouring every ounce of my deceptive charm, every bit of my predatory need, into it. I kissed her like I was starving, and she was the first taste of food I had had in years. My hands slid into her hair, holding her still, as I plundered her mouth, tasting her tears, her fear, her shocking, innocent sweetness.

“A kiss. And what do I get in return?” He looks at me, assessing me. “A first kiss from my mate, willingly given, is worth the very first book in my possession. A book that was written nearly one hundred years ago. A book that was very difficult to find. What do you say, my mate?” I look at Reagan. “Is he telling the truth?” “He is,” she says, looking from Asmodeus to me. I drop the barrier and his eyes flash with excitement. “One kiss, willingly given, and you give me that book, or I’ll kill you. And if I can’t ...” I begin.