The Spiciest Romance Books Novels & Stories

He glanced up at us and his lips tugged into an almost smile. “You’re cooking?” Ros arched a brow. As soon as Dom returned a nod, she sped into the kitchen. “Oh, hell no! I’m not eating shit by you.” “I’m not that terrible of a cook, so move aside,” Dom said, but Ros didn’t listen and pinched his arm. “Stop it! You’re not a good cook, either.” “At least, mine’s better than yours.” Ros turned to me and asked, “Would you rather eat burned lasagna or one with extra grated cheese and spice?”

"I did inspect him rather closely before our first time. He has a really lovely cock. You should see it sometime. Not too big or small, thicker than I'd expected, with a lovely spicy flavor that reminds me of--" "That's enough!" she growled, glaring at me before stomping toward the car, her keys jangling along with her. "Speaking of spicy flavors, are you getting hungry for lunch?" I asked. "How about Niro's, to celebrate you surviving your stupidity?" she suggested bitterly. "Perfect! I haven't had one of their Chicago dogs in a long time." As she drove, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was acting like everything was fine, but I could tell she was struggling with the uncertain

said Rian who was just about to call one of the coffee shop employees, before Yara interrupted him with an order to her mother's employee to get Rian's experimental coffee from the refrigerator. "I'm getting ready to listen to her vent, she even wants to poison me," Rian grumbled. "This one is delicious, I swear. I guess I really have to break my heart before my coffee recipe can work." Rian received a glass of coconut milk coffee, the latest menu from Yara's experiment. After taking a sip, Rian nodded in agreement with Yara's previous words. "What's the reason he dumped you?" Rian asked curiously. "Shouldn't you be the one who dumped him? I've told you all along that he often takes advantag

It was spicy and overly showy, Rosa tried not to sneeze, he really was nothing like axel, It was in that moment that she realised the feelings she was beginning to have for her boss. It was impossible! The world didn’t work like that, only Mills and Boons had people falling in love as quickly as they dropped their knickers. No, she wasn’t in love with Axel but certainly felt something towards him and it frightened Rosa.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

"But you will get used to them. You will even discover that one can live in them. That one can love in them." "Love?" she breathes, and it's almost a bitter, stifled laugh. "Obsession, then. Desire. Possession. Call it what you will. It's the cement that will bind us. The fire that burned everything to make way for something new. For us." I kiss her. She doesn't respond, but she doesn't pull away. Her mouth is soft, bruised, and I feel the tremor of her entire being, that conflict between disgust and an attraction she can no longer deny. I drink in this conflict. It nourishes me.

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.”

He let out a guttural groan, lost in the sensations of her slick heat around his cock and her hot mouth around his finger. Ellie was whimpering and moaning, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. He lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders, allowing him to sink even deeper into her. She cried out, her nails digging into his skin, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Spencer slapped her breasts, the sound echoing around the room. "You take me so well. You're so fucking perfect," he growled, his voice low and rough. She could only whimper in response, her body trembling, her climax building once more. Spencer sealed his mouth over hers, swallowing he