Twisted Romance Books Novels & Stories

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

He tilted his head just a fraction, a hint of amusement edging into his tone. "Fantasy romance?" he mused. "You were never one for romance, Kat. You always stuck to adventure novels." Katherine inhaled slowly, exhaling through her nose, her grip on the book tightening slightly but Castiel managed to get hold of it once again. How he act like he still knew her more than she knew herself? "Twisted Demons?" Castiel said the title out loud as he glanced at the cover. "Doesn't look very promising, probably some generic toxic love story disguised as romance. You could do better."

Comment your thoughts too, please. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . That Royal Betrothal – A Royal Romantic Adventure story . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

The sharp, aristocratic jawline and the flawlessly sculpted, dangerous curve of his lips were impossible to ignore. He closed the door behind him, the lock clicking into place, and took two slow, predatory steps toward me. As the distance closed, the generic scent of the club's incense vanished. Instead, a heavy, suffocating wave of rich bourbon and dark, smoky tobacco hit my senses, wrapping around me like a physical touch. My eyes went wide as the pieces crashed together in a blinding flash of realization. I knew this scent— a scent I will never forget! Before I could say anything, his voice cut through the silence.

After a suffocating dead smile, she decided to speak. "Well, about the lover thing. I just thought that maybe, you know— like those I read from the books. When the love of their life goes missing, they will look for them in every corner of the earth and wait for their return no matter how long that would take. And I think that's romantic."

Did the candles clean the books without stress? Wow! Her fingers moved through the werewolf books that seemed to be about mating. She chuckled slightly. Werewolves did like love more than was normal. She slightly wondered how they really lived with rejection. Hearing of the outcomes was different from experiencing it personally. Clarissa walked over to the other shelf adjacent to the one she had seen the mate books. That was when she saw a particular book that was green and had a keyhole. She shifted the candle on it and noted that it said, ‘Understanding the war between the werewolves and witches’ in bold red letters. She felt like her body was pulling in different directions, and the desir

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

He opened the door and she quickly squirmed to the bed and sank in. He had promised but could not resist the way she lay seductively on the bed. She had her clothes on, and she called out to him. He took off her shoes fighting off the temptation. She beckoned to him and he laid beside her. She turned towards him and kissed him. They both kissed for a while and then he unzipped her dress as he could see she was yearning for more. They held each other closely while he took off the hooks of her bra. She tugged at his shirt trying to get it off him. She reached out her hands and ran them through his hairy chest. In between gasps for air and kisses. She drew closer to him to let him in. He hesita

Finally, He kissed me. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and desperate, the kind of kiss a man gives when he’s starving and doesn’t know why. He tasted of red wine and frustration. Frustration from realizing he had starved himself of intimacy for months, probably because of Olivia. I kissed back, pausing at intervals to let him believe he was devouring me, when in truth, I was consuming him. Every touch, every sigh, every tremble of his hands belonged to me. He pulled back, whispering “This is wrong.”