The Spiciest Romance Books Novels & Stories

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Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

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Delicious chills run all over me as his lips nibble soft kisses at the back of my ear, then down to my neck. My head is already thrown back, giving him a go ahead pose without me even realizing it. "Cairo..." I moan, and then I catch myself real quick. "Get off me, Cairo!" I grunt, my hands pushing against his chest, but he's a hard wall that isn't moving. "Or what?" he asks, that unbearable perfect smirk still stretching his lips. But he's not going to distract me with his cruel charm. I know what I saw. Him smiling and smoking his weed while an innocent woman was burning inside the house he set on fire.

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

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His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

Not even now, with just the two of them standing in a gold-plated box suspended 40 floors above Manhattan. When the doors slid open, she broke the silence first. "You didn't have to do that," she said, stepping into the sleek marble-and-glass suite, that smelled of leather and polished power. "I know," Damien replied simply, following her inside. "But I wanted to." She turned to face him, arms crossed. "Why?" His expression remained steady. "Because I hate seeing people humiliated by the weak." Her heart thudded. "That was... specific." "You were the only interesting thing in that room," he said. "And you were seconds away from breaking."