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He said, gazing intensely at me. "And the most abused." It was silent for a while before I spoke again; "Do you know something I really want to do?" "What's that?" Dean inquired. "I want to write a romance novel." I told him. "Why can't you just write one now?" He questioned. I chuckled softly and looked at him, "Like our professor would say, it is easy to write about what we haven't ever felt before but the real ardor comes when we've felt it, something we've experienced. It's not like I can't write it based on the movies I've watched or books I've read but I would love to write it based on how I feel. Sometimes I wonder if it's just all made up to look so perfect in the books and movies bu

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

To my surprise, he had already prepared clean clothes for me. I came downstairs, ready to go. Luke was waiting for me by the door. He was already dressed in a three-piece gray suit. His hair was brushed up, and he smelled of aftershave. I remembered he was going back to the office today as well. I’d already seen Luke in different outfits, and they all suited him well. Even if he was only on a shirt or in an apron, I still found him very sexy. “Books.” He picked up the book from the table and handed it to me. He didn’t let go of the book when I grasped it and instead pulled me closer. He pressed a deep kiss to my lips.

Hazel’s eyes are wide with determination. “Uh-huh… Didn’t realize love was achieved using a math formula.” I scoff. Wouldn’t falling in love be better than putting on a performance? All the romance novels I have read always made love sound so unpredictable. I mean, I wouldn’t mind finding a mate, but I am not allowed to. So, I live vicariously through my hot, sexy fictional characters. What I wouldn’t give to lick melted marshmallow off one of those Alphas on the cover of my erotic romance novels. I growl in my head… He would have bulging muscles, perfect flowing long hair, and a thick slounge, everything moving in slow motion when he walks… YUMMY! Come to mama!

I just sighed heavily. I also went upstairs to read. I really like reading some novels especially Romance genre. It feels real and my imagination is really working when I'm reading those scenes that I like. I imagined that I am the main character and wished that I have a happy ending with my partner. But most especially, the lessons of life.

“Let me understand something. You've known me for…what? A few hours max? During which, I've insulted you for assholery- well deserved by the way, told you that you should leave first chance you've got and mere minutes ago, tried throwing you out of my apartment. You've experienced all that and you still thought; ‘ah, there's the woman I should marry’?” His gaze flickered and I caught it. Interesting. “‘Fake’ marry,” he corrected, “It isn't personal.” “Oh, good.” I pitched my voice to a saccharine octave, “because that's enough reason to have a very REAL legal marriage with someone I barely know.” He took a deep breath. I could practically see the gears churning in his bean and steeled mysel

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 1 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

Someone asked from the back of the room. “Well, first of all, in a romance novel, there isn’t a sex scene, it’s a love scene. And I like to go into a lot of detail, both physical and emotion wise, because I feel that the intensity of a love scene, it brings out exactly what the characters feel for each other, it shows the depth of their love, helps strengthen a relationship. Basically that’s what love scenes are for, to help the progression of the relationship between the lead characters,” I explained. Got some thoughtful looks and nods of acceptance in return. “Mrs. Akira Whitmore, do you feel that writing a story about oneself is better than writing about an imaginary character?” Another t

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