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Then, as I scrolled further, a suggestion caught my eye: "Read romance novels to understand what love looks like in action." It sounded ridiculous, but desperation overrode pride. I clicked onto a bookstore website and began scrolling through its romance section. The titles and covers differed-some sweet, others fiery-but they all promised the same thing: a vision of what love might look like. I put a stack of them into my cart, trying to block out that nagging little voice inside my head, which questioned what I was doing. As I finished placing the order, I caught my reflection in the screen. Garrett Cullen, crime lord, feared by most, now rummaging through romance novels for answers. The t

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George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but there’s running water, heat, and stocked shelves.” “No, it’s… it’s perfect,” I said quietly. “It smells like pine and cinnamon. Like peace.” He smiled at that. “You always did love cheesy metaphors.” “You love them too,” I said, walking over to the fireplace. “Don’t lie.” “I tolerate them. With great effort.” I gave him a look. “I caught you reading a romance novel once, remember?” He actually laughed—just a quick huff of air, but it was real. “That was one time. It was for a book club.”

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

His voice was so beautiful that she couldn't help but feel a bit intoxicated, unable to resist falling head over heels. "Then, shouldn't I be rewarded more?" Darren leaned in, his warm palm lifting her chin. He usually seemed difficult to approach. Yet, in stark contrast to his aloof appearance, there was an innate warmth to him that radiated from his skin, leaving an inexplicable sense of warmth upon contact. Hannah couldn't help but shiver at his touch, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she said softly, "So, do you want to pick up where we left off?"

I told him shyly, glad that I could save myself the embarrassment of meeting his deep purple stare as I uttered the last word with just a hint of shame. “Romance, huh? That’s not so bad,” he positively purred. His warm breath tickled the shell of my ear as he spoke. His body was so close to mine that all I would have to do was lean back and we would be touching. My arm was still up, the book forgotten, caged in by his own. “What kind of romance novels?”

His hands grabbed my firm breasts, and my nipples instantly hardened under his touch. “I want you, Edgar,” I moaned. * My throat tightened as I continued reading. I felt the bulge in my pants, and I was shocked. It was the first time in a very long time a romance book had aroused me. Maybe because I could picture Harper as Elena in my head, and me being on top of her just like Edgar. Before I knew it, my hand found its way into my pants as I continued reading. *

Sometimes, I could even sense Howard's strong arms brushing past my chest. Heat bubbled up inside me, and without thinking, my legs clenched together. My chest was a mix of heat and pressure, and it felt like my whole body was firing up. "What's in this oil, it's so... whoa!" I barely got the words out when Howard's sudden squeeze drew a yelp from me. Howard's breath was a warm whisper in my ear. "Don't worry, ma'am," he said softly. "This warmth you're feeling is totally normal. It's just part of the treatment, helps you relax and eases any discomfort."