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I didn't realize all eyes were on me at that point. “Seems you’ve got your hands quite busy, Ellie…” Jasmine teased, forcing me to turn my attention to them. “You were sounding so unsure of coming over here, but look at you now, all smiles and giggles. You're quite lucky that you ran into Troy Maddox, he's the hottest quarterback in the province.” “Wow…” I let out as that sounded like a big deal. “Let's see how it goes…” I couldn't wait to see how it all turned out to be.

I know exactly why he makes this call. “Hello, and no.” My attitude is very clear. “Nyx, are you sure you don’t want to join us at the party? There’re a lot more young girls here than last year.” Duke’s excited sound can be heard through the phone. Duke is only twenty, an age excited about everything, especially the mate thing. He stops at nothing helping me find my mate. “You said young girls.” I put stress on “young”. “So what? You’re also young.” Duke insists.

"Well, from experience, I can tell you that that doesn't really work either. I was married at twenty, and after five years, I was bored out of my mind. What I went in for didn't last and wasn't enough to hold me or the marriage." "Maybe a mature marriage works best." "That depends too. I think young marriage works when there is a real common ground and not just passion. Older partnerships tend to be based more on common interests, so it's a different scenario." I found Heather so attractive, not just physically but her whole being. I loved to hear her talk, her tone, her voice. We ate cool sorbets for dessert; she blackberries and mine mango. Exiting the restaurant, Heather put her arm aroun

It’s a teen romance/young adult and I’ll still have many more teen romance books after it ends. For the sneak peek of my werewolf story, hehe, I’ll just say I’m really excited about it because of a lot of things. I won’t mention much other than that it has a forbidden trope! Watch out for the ride! Finally, this book! My stepbrother. We’ve reached the end of Elizabeth and James’ story and I hope you all enjoyed their journey with all the happiness and sadness that came with it. Of course, this is the official end, but I want to know if you’d love me to write some short chapters on either James and Elizabeth’s story after uni? Samantha and Gabriel’s story or Zara and her mysterious man’s stor

"Make sure and stay warm this winter." Our gaze lingers for a moment and then Trey takes a deep breath, turns, and heads toward the front entrance without a backward glance. I'm left stunned in my place by our column. "Stay warm this winter?" That's what I get as my monumental good-bye? Every piece of excitement and thrill Trey gave me over the last two days is sucked away as I watch him walk around the corner and out of sight. Teenagers have less emotionally fueled romances than this. Hell, my chest didn't hurt this much when during my junior year of high school Tommy Jones — who I thought was my soul mate — cheated on me after I gave him my virginity.

"Your tracker brain is right. But your hands are actively fanning the pack fire." "Let the territory burn," I tell his chest. "I think these three volumes should do the trick." "Beginner, intermediate, and advanced mating books. Does your wolf require anything else from the archives?" he asks, his arms folding. I nod my head. "Actually, yes. My wolf desires to browse the explicit romance scrolls." "Lead the trail," he says, following my boots across the wooden floor, carrying all three massive sex texts securely in his large hands.

"I'm not twelve, Dad. I'm fucking twenty-three." "Language, young lady." Julian's voice had returned to normal. "And you're still twenty-two, not yet twenty three," he said so casually. Maribel pushed the plate away. She turned to Tessa and said. "You know what? I'm done with this." She stormed out of the dining table, her feet slapping aggressively against the tiles. Tessa sighed, unsure what to do as her eyes rested on a very relaxed Julian, who was eating his food as if he had no care in the world.

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.”

She giggled, her eyes twinkling with passion. And with that, Jacob lost whatever little semblance of control that he had possessed. *** Jacob lay back on the bed beside her sleeping form. Resisting the urge to touch her, he folded his hands beneath his head, gazing at the canopy above him. This had to be the best tumble he'd ever had. But the trouble was that it felt wrong to call this a mere tumble. It had meant more to him than that. It was almost as if he were making love—God but he was sounding like a lovesick woman.

She thought this was cool. “I mean—wow,” she went on, bouncing slightly on her toes. “An age gap romance? Like a real one? Your dad really married someone younger? That’s… that’s honestly amazing! I read so many books with this trope. Secret romance, huge age gap, wealthy older guy, younger wife—ugh, one of my favorites. It’s so dramatic and intense! Sexy, even!” She wiggled her shoulders playfully. I forced a smile. “Yeah,” I said, my voice sounding distant even to me. “It’s… something.”