romance-novel

You__e my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

Mags, I don__ know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You__e amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.

Be myself. If only I remembered what it was like to be myself. I__ a fucking waitress in a crappy bar in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I was going nowhere. I had nothing to give him beside myself and my heart and he denied me.

Don__ cry,__ he breathed out so very close to my face. Just a little closer and I__ feel his lips ghosting against mine. __t__ like a punch in my guts when you cry.__ __ou shouldn__ touch me,__ I said, but despite my words, I didn__ try to move away from his touch. A tear ran to my upper lip and I tasted it with the very tip of my tongue. Nolan__ eyes darkened when he followed it, not straying from my mouth. I could see goosebumps over his skin on his neck and on his forearms. __olan?

He gently sucked on my lower lip, biting it carefully with his teeth. It sent tingles all over my body and I had to hold on to his strong shoulders, firm under my fingers. I opened my mouth and tugged once on his lip ring. What happened next was the best sound I had ever heard before. He groaned so deeply that I couldn__ keep my answering moan quiet.

I closed my eyes and immediately I pictured Brooklyn__ full lips parted on a moan, her eyes glassy and her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed and her body_her smoking body bared only for me.

Quietly, under my breath, I mumbled a name and it wasn__ the name of the girl waiting in the other room. In my mind I pictured Brooklyn__ sounds as she came and I jerked in my hand, coming and coming. Something had to give.

I said nothing in my texts. You came up with your own conclusions and you were mad thinking about me being with someone else__ __top,__ he said, his jaw tightening. __ouching another man__ __top it.__ __leeping__ He ran to me and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me once, not hard, but enough to make me stop. __uit it,__ he whispered, his voice deep and dark.

Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal."There's nothing to say."He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?

He brought his forehead against mine and we breathed the same air, slowly to try and find our composure. But it was impossible for me as long as he__ so close to me. __ou__e ruining me.

All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip in and taste him. I needed a taste, needed to complete this fantasy of mine.

Take a table and I__l join you in a second.___hen he walked away I did something I couldn__ be scolded for doing.I checked out his ass in his jeans and_that looked good.

I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I__ never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. __olan

Why are you looking at me like that?__ he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip.__o reason.__ I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted.He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn__ sure, but he seemed to be blushing. __ou shouldn__ touch a man like that in the morning,__ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.

I'm a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break." - Logan

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specific

A swirl of dust and dirt picked up from the shadows that fell over everything in this grungy corner of the world. The dancing movement was hypnotizing. The sand and grit had rested long enough to have drifted into obscurity. But fate had different plans, and this gust of wind had lifted them and turned their obscure and unknown existence into a chaotic tempest of action that could not be ignored.