Zane Romance Books Novels & Stories

I am incredibly late. This is the moment I have been anxiously awaiting - my first encounter with the renowned Zane Orion. A figure of literary mastery, and my class supervisor. Although I am more than familiar with his work, today marks our first official introduction. And unfortunately, I have already managed to make a terrible first impression. In my hastened state, I stub my toe on the elevated platform and stifle a silent cry of pain. Could this day possibly get any worse? I remember the first time I read Zane Orion's nonfiction book on the romanticism of poetry, at the tender age of fifteen. It was a pivotal moment that ignited my passion for writing.

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"

Nathan’s hand moved from my hip and slid up my side, his palm hot even through the thin fabric of my shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin burning into me and it made me realize something that sent a spike of panic through my lust-hazed brain. He was getting warmer, his whole body was heating up just like it had right before he collapsed in the kitchen. His skin was almost too hot to touch and I could feel him starting to tremble. “Nathan,” I tried to say against his mouth, but he swallowed my words with another deep kiss. His hand kept moving upward, sliding along my ribcage, and then suddenly his palm was cupping my breast.

“Take your time.” She lingered a second too long as Zane gave her that look that said leave. She laughed awkwardly and backed out. When the door closed again Zane sat back down as he flashed me a real smile this time. “Fine. Ask your questions.” I opened my notebook but the words blurred as my mind raced. What was I doing? Marrying one Callahan and fucking the other like it was normal. Like my life hadn’t gone completely off the rails. I looked up at him as he watched me patiently and in a predatory way.

“You are the one who should learn.” Zane raised one brow and took another drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke escape through his nose this time. “What is it this time?” he asked. Roman stepped closer to the desk, his voice rising. “How could you? How could you do that to him?” Zane said nothing. “You poured him hot water, Zane. Hot water!” Roman shouted, his voice thick with disbelief. Zane flicked the ashes from the cigarette into a small glass tray on the desk and dropped it, letting it burn out on its own. Then he clasped his hands together, fingers interlocked, elbows resting on the desk. His expression was unreadable.

Not when he was involved. My wolf was already restless. Pacing. Huffing in my chest like an angry storm. He didn’t like seeing Zane this close to someone else, especially not her. “She’s just being Caroline,” I told myself. But it didn’t help. She tilted her head at him, all casual and teasing, and kicked her feet lazily. “Well?” she said, voice laced with challenge. “Will you dance with me, Zane?” Zane hesitated. That familiar flicker of uncertainty passed through his eyes, like he didn’t know what the right answer was. He turned toward her, still flustered, and then softly said, “…But aren’t you Ronan’s sister? Won’t you be dancing with him?”

My heart tugged at the thought. “You don’t know that.” I still felt the need to defend him. Kendra smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Sure. As usual, when it happens, you know where to find me, sunshine. He’s giving you hints now. You better run for your life, baby girl. Zane doesn’t want a relationship. To be fair, babes, I only think he’s doing this because you’re the one girl he hasn’t had on campus, and he just wants it. Not you, babes,” she replied.

I hissed, glancing at Rowan, who was watching us with a dazed expression. Zane’s hands slid lower, resting on my hips, and heat flared in my core. “Not a chance,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl. “You owe me for keeping your little secrets.” My wolf purred, drawn to his charms, and I leaned into Zane, letting my lips brush his ear. “What do you want, problem-solver?” His breath hitched, and he pressed himself closer, his body hard against mine. “You,” he murmured, his lips grazing my neck. “But I’ll settle for a taste.”

And the way she felt pressed against my chest this morning was too damn reckless for her own good. What if I hadn't stopped at just a kiss and taken her, right there against the shower wall, whimpering for me instead of just toying with me? I cursed under my breath and pushed back from my desk. The door swung open. Zane strolled in like this was his bedroom, he dropped into the chair across from me with an exaggerated sigh. "Man, I swear to God, these supermodel girlfriends are the worst." He started off with a rant. I glared at him, snapping out of my thoughts. "Why the hell are you even here?"

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder