Thriller And Romance Books Novels & Stories

The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves. My eyes widened. "My lady, I'm your husband… Shouldn't we be spending our wedding night together?" A snort of laughter came from the players' table. A muscular man named James Gibson shook his head and said, "Never seen someone this stupid. You walked right into it. The ghost bride needs a human sacrifice, sure. However, she also needs a husband. And any player who becomes her husband gets chopped into pieces. She hates men the most." I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another!

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

"Not recently, but yeah. A friend of mind passed some around last year. I've been reading her cast-offs." Which friend? And what kind of romance books? "I read a few." He shook his head. Lumen wrinkled her nose. "You have?" "Yeah, people sent all kinds of things in care packages. There were always a few romance books in the bins for us to pick through. I figured you always see women sitting by pools, relaxing and reading one. Maybe that's what I need?" "You seriously read one?" she asked. "I read...a dozen? They gave me too much anxiety. Too much will-they-won't-they, back-and-forth business. Too personal, too high stakes, too real for me to actually relax and read."

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.”

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 9 Two Weeks of Cold Silence The very next morning after our intense, burning night together, the entire world changed in a fraction of a second. The thick, hot blanket of passion that had covered the house was completely ripped away, leaving behind a cold, terrifying emptiness.

It was too much and it was the only size left in the world. “Fuck,” Ash whispered, actually shaken. “Feel that.” Rook made a sound I had not heard from him. His forehead hit the back of my neck. They were both inside me. Moving would be small. It was still everything. They stacked their rhythm. Short. Careful in the way predators are careful with something they don’t want to break because they mean to keep it. Every grind rubbed them against each other inside me. The twin-bond must have been screaming. I could smell it, rut and pine and me.

Academic books, pet care manuals, colouring books, novels… Novels were another thing Margo and I bonded over. And even though it had been a while since I actually finished one, I always added highly recommended titles or new projects from my favourite authors to my collection. I used to be strictly a romance genre girl until Margo came into my life. She liked to tease that my bookshelf was to blame for my incurable faith in love. So she introduced me to what she called ‘real life’ genres — thrillers, sci-fi, and fantasy. Yes, fantasy.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

Enjoy! Also, If you crave intense, slow-burn, dark, taboo romance with a deliciously dark edge, dripping with passion, obsession, secrets, tension, and twists that will test every boundary and leave you gasping for more, check out my new book, MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEP-BROTHER.