It’s Valentine’s Day, and BestSelling Reads’ treat for you are some samples from romance stories you’ll love.
From Limited Partnerships II: Luke
By M.L. Doyle
The problem was, what he’d said, his touch, the way he looked at me, the gasp he made, no matter how fake, no matter how false it all may have been, in a place buried very deep inside me, I wanted what he was selling.
He stood and moved his bar stool a little closer until he sat directly next to me. He leaned his shoulder into mine and continued with his sales pitch.
“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like? Wondered what would happen if the man you were with was only there to make sure you were pleased?”
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From One Shade of Red
By Scott Bury
Chapter 24: Hello, Mary-Anne
My new routine set itself so easily during the second week of classes. Lectures, tutorial groups, visits to the library. Mary-Anne seemed to feel sitting together with me in every class and tutorial we shared was also a part of her natural routine.
She brought back the economics textbook as she had promised on Monday. I spent the whole week looking for her on the campus, breathing in her presence when she was beside me in classes and tutorials, missing her in the evening.
On Friday, Mary-Anne surprised me as we walked out of the last class we had together. “So we’re hanging out tomorrow night, right?”
I felt surprised, delighted, amazed that she still wanted to hang out. It was a date.
Like my old Friday night dates with Kristen. Only … maybe it could be much more.
Shut up, Dick, I thought. I had one more lecture to get to.
I woke up Saturday at noon, thinking of Mary-Anne. I showered, shaved — I was up to shaving twice a week by that time — and while gulping down instant coffee and Cheerios, texted her. Want to go 2 movie 2nite? Cliché, but sometimes, a standard approach is best.
We went to something completely forgettable. I forgot the point and the plot immediately.
I walked her to her dorm room. “No guests inside after 11:00,” she said.
“Wanna come to my place? I live on my own, off campus.”
“Maybe next time.” And then she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. I leaned closer and we kissed. Deeply. When she pulled away, I swayed on my feet. I felt dizzy.
“See you on Monday?” she said as she pushed the lobby door open.
“Why not tomorrow?”
Morning could not come fast enough. I woke up insanely early and paced my apartment, waiting for a decent hour to call someone. When I picked up my cell phone, the Message icon flashed.
From Return of the Ascendant
By Raine Thomas
Just as Kyra neared the halo of light cast by the closest lamppost, it went out. She staggered to a halt.
That was when the darkness moved.
Not possible, she thought.
She watched the shadows take shape, growing ever taller. Five feet, six feet, seven feet tall…like a creature advancing and casting a longer and longer shadow. Her heartbeat accelerated. The voice in her head ordered her to flee.
Before she could command her limbs to move, she felt her arm taken in a firm grip. She barely avoided issuing a terrified shriek over the contact. Her fear had escalated to a point where she couldn’t even get a sound past her throat.
Her head whipped to the side. She realized the man who had grabbed her was a good eight or nine inches taller than her, even in her heels. She got a sense of a chiseled profile and broad shoulders as he urged her to move. Her gaze flew to the ground as she tried to avoid breaking an ankle. Only when they emerged from the darkness did her sense of panic begin to ease.
Her unexpected companion’s pace also slowed once they reached the light. She turned her gaze to him once again. Had he been the one who had cast the shadow?
She didn’t think so. Although she couldn’t tell much about him from his profile, she didn’t sense that he would harm her.
“It isn’t me you need to worry about,” he said in a deep voice. “You were right to fear the dark.”
From Once Upon a [Stolen] Time
She’s gifted me with all the colors, but I painted her with darkness.
As much as I crave feeling the sunlight and the flowers against my skin, I want her touch too. I am cursed and doomed to never experience the beauty of the natural world, for all eternity.
She watches me with extreme hatred in her eyes—her gaze throwing fireballs at me. She doesn’t know I’m already burning, but since she despises me so much, I can’t even dare to come close to her. I want to end this tortuous distance between us—but I was the one who created this hatred in her.
She was a beautiful tender rose—I stole her fragrance, crushed her petals and burned her in hell. If I knew the fire with which I was conflagrating her would come to engulf me—I swear I wouldn’t have done it. Her spell is too strong for me not to fall; her curse is too mighty for me to run away.
Her deadly yet magical existence haunts me, excites me and has thrown me into a pit of deep lust. She is my prisoner, but she doesn’t realize that I’m the one who’s already submitted to her slavery, when I first touched her.
Despite being her captor, I am still her captive.