2013 Book(s) Related to what is a why choose romance

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

The smooth fabric caressed her nipples unintentionally hardening them. He raised his brow.

“Well, that backfired. I was trying to put you in something less distracting, but your body

doesn’t want to corporate.” She quickly covered her chest, her cheeks flushed.

“W-what do you want?” She said trying her best to sound angry.

“No…I guess you aren’t, maybe that’s why they selected you to be my wife.”


Alaric, he is known for his propensity of drinking blood, feeding off sexual energy, and partaking in sadistic forms of torture both for sexual gratification and barbaric torment. His very essence is a mixture of all things. Angelic, demonic, vampiric…

As a famed novelist, Eva's dark stories are revered around the world. For her however, they serve as an escape from her abusive marriage. With writer's block and panic attacks she's unable to write anything else. Until she finds a book titled "Something Wicked" with an excerpt about someone named Alaric. And a citation that she's the author. She wants Alaric to kill her husband in the book.

(MATURE) (DARK ROMANCE) (VAMPIRIC) Warning: This story deals with domestic violence and may be triggering to some.

Note: Explicit, erotic content. Not for readers younger than 18 please.

    “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy.
      “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.
     “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn.
     I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.
    I was about unhooking it but then he interfered.
    “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me.
      “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head.
     My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

The system made me an outcast live-in husband in a werewolf clan for three years. The mission reward: 80 billion dollars. Now there's only half a day left until retirement settlement.

The arrogant pure-blood Alpha wants to force me into a deadly full moon execution array, roaring for me to kneel and die.

I don't even lift an eyelid. Right at quitting time, I directly withdraw my soul, leaving the body to the original owner "Ancestor Wolf Emperor" to handle, while I return to my Manhattan penthouse, sink into the leather sofa, and start a holographic livestream.

"Enjoy your night shift, everyone." I take a light sip of hot coffee, coldly watching the screen as the Wolf Emperor crushes that pure-blood Alpha's spine into mush with one foot, shocking my mission wife and mother-in-law into idiots.

Love can bind. Love can break. Sometimes, it even curses.

In this haunting anthology of paranormal romance and horror, six interwoven tales explore the beautiful, brutal, and often terrifying power of desire. From ghostly lovers to deals forged with death, from divine destinies to deadly obsessions, each story pulls a thread tighter in a tapestry of secrets, sacrifice, and unholy passion.
Story One: Seven-A sorority sister’s twisted “gift” tears a sacred sisterhood apart.
Story Two: Ghosted-A first grade teacher falls for a awkwardly charming stranger—who died years ago.
Story Three: Femme Fatale-A seductive killer unspools the truth behind her blood-stained love affairs.
Story Four: The Saboteur's Heart-A billionaire Athlete plot's to win the nerdy girl’s heart—no matter the cost
Story Five Mercy: A dying man meets Death... and recognizes her face.
Story Six: The Chosen Four- Four girls are chosen by God for a mission that will determine the fate of Earth

Six strings bind them. One curse connects them all
(Mature) (18+)(Trigger Warnings)

The third and final of the trilogy (NOT A STAND ALONE NOVEL!)

"Sabine’s body arched the moment his tongue touched her clit. “Kai…” She moaned as he pleasured her. He pulled her closer and drove his face deeper inside. Sabine felt her entire body convulse, her hands in his hair. Feeling pressure inside, she tried to push him away. He kissed her thigh again. “Let go…I promise you’ll like it.”

Relaxing, she closed her eyes and let the pressure build again, Sabine groaned loudly “OH MY-“ before her entire frame burst at the seams. Kai released her and wiped her juices from his beard. He joined her at her side. “Congratulations, you just had your first orgasm how do you feel?”

Kai Pierce is a multi platinum Rockstar who wants nothing else than to meet his little sisters. After the death of his father, he finally works up the courage to meet Rachel, Morgan and Alexus, the infamous Pierce three that turned the supernatural world upside down. His plans are disrupted by his encounter with Sabine, an exiled Supreme who is effected by a curse, that only the sisters can help her get rid of. Terrified she accidently turns him into a warlock, and takes him to his long lost family to get help. Adapting to his new powers and his sisters, Kai can't help but fall for Sabine. Will she continue to resist or will she allow him into her heart, even if it means certain death?

(MATURE) (DARK COMEDY}

“Ms. Pierce, I’m afraid you’re about to learn a valuable lesson.” His body continued to contort, and he dropped to his knees. Her scream bubbled in her throat as the transformation continued. A large black wolf stood on all four paws with its back still towards her. Its massive size towered high, and it turned and glowered her way. Its teeth were bared, but still somehow displayed the twisted smile Jordan frequently wore. Taking a step towards her, he lethally spoke, “Tonight, you’re going to learn firsthand why you never fuck with werewolves.”

Morgan Pierce has always found her way into trouble, and the night of her job’s Halloween party was no different. Wearing an offensive werewolf costume, she unknowingly pisses off her boss, Jordan, the Alpha of Dark Moon. Determined to teach her a lesson, he turns her, but soon realizes she’s his Luna. As the days turn into months, both have to admit what has been looming all along. Maybe the real lesson was finding the person you were always meant to be with.

The narration captures the reader at the beginning of the story with a controversial premise: a woman is challenged by her most prohibited wishes when the control, fear, and curiosity are mixed into one intense experience. What starts as reluctance soon turns into fascination as feeling after feeling drags her into a world where fantasy overwhelms the restraint. The interest is created as the night progresses with the intensity and changing emotions. The struggle in the protagonist yields to a new awareness, in which even the touch of the body provokes her limits and redefines her sense of pleasure, surrender and power. The scene is sealed and suffers the anticipation and observation and the charged energy of several presence all intended on her. The passion overcomes when the book does not only touch on physical stimulation, but also psychological release. The change of the woman is at the center: the fear is turned into the desire, the weakness is turned into the strength, and the resistance is turned into the active desire. The story focuses on the way fantasy can take over the head, re-pattern necessity and generate a drunken feeling of being desired indefinitely. when the passion is absolutely discharged, and the fantasy turned into reality, is it the deeds then the real seduction, or the time when one finally has ceased struggling with what he/she desires the most?

(Dark Romance) (Mature)
Evie, a necromancer with a big secret, embarks on a timed mission to reconnect with her true Soul Tie, and most feared man on the planet, Grim Reaper Thanatos. As they grow closer in their love, they also grow closer to learning the truth about their separation. Will she be able to defrost his cold heart in time? Or will secrets and lies keep the two apart forever?
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"Don't look away dear, the fear in your eyes is something I want to immortalize."

The guard immediately lunged for her, but Thanatos raised his hand stopping him in his tracks. Wiping the spit from his face, his lips contorted into a terrifying grin.

He took a step towards her, locking his hands to each side of her collarbone before she could move. His pale eyes shifted, his nails finding their way deeper and deeper into her flesh.

With every writhe of agony, he dug deeper, allowing his claw-like fingers to tear effortlessly through her skin.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.