r/SpicyRomanceBooks

I remember enjoying this book but can’t remember the title or author at all and I’m going bonkers. It’s not Sea of Ruin by Pam Goodwin. I’m pretty sure it was published fairly recently and not an 80s/90s bodice ripper.

- Starts off with FMC who lives on the coast (I think in america somewhere south?) about to be betrothed to an older man.

- At some point the older mans tries to assault her but she fights him off and either injures or ends him and needs to run away.

- I think her mother helps her escape by smuggling her onto a ship.

- she eventually ends up on a pirate ship and meets the MMC captain and they eventually fall in love

- she remembers her father as a sailor who’d visit her in secret on the shore when she was younger, but he stopped (because he might have been caught?) Later find out her father was an infamous pirate and he knew the MMC. They might have been on the same boat.

Can any of you fine folks point me toward some spicy content featuring these kinky lil guys in Morning Glory Milking Farm by C.M. Nacosta?

If such a thing does not exist, then please consider this my official request for someone to write it.

TIA!

So i'm trying to find this book that i've previously read last year but for the life of me cant remember the title. Its an arranged marriage trope the FL is a virgin and refused to let the ML take her virginity away so she sneaked(?) into a masked party where she had s*x w a guy she knew but was actually the ML (she didnt know then) I cant remember much but maybe the ending he wore the mask and showed it to her? Unfortunately this was the only thing i could remember. Do help me book fairies!! <3

Where the fmc is in a bad relationship, her current partner is neglectful, mean, and insulting, and she meets the mmc as a coworker, or he's a regular customer, or maybe shes a regular at the place he works. they become friends and hes the complete opposite of her husband and is always complimenting and uplifting her and they slowly fall for eachother and she starts to feel guilty about it. She tries to divorce him because she's already strayed emotionally and doesn't want to he a physical cheater, but her husband refuses to sign the papers. And eventually, because of the confidence booster that is the mmc, she says fuck it and begins an affair with the mmc.

bonus but NOT NECESSARY scenes:

During sex, the mmc kinda shifts personalities and does the typical thing mmcs do with he degrading praise "pretty slut" "perfect whore" thing ect. and even mentions her husband. Asking if he's better, if her husband ever made her feel the way he does, if he's ever made her cum as hard.

And if the husband catches her cheating during sex, but the mmc doesn't stop and the husband basically just watches in shock, wether he walks out or just stands there until the end doesn't matter for me.

If the fmc has friends who kinda distanced themselves due to the husbands manipulation and fmc being naive and not realizing what was happening. They reach back out, find out shes cheating, and kinda...as immoral as it is...cheer her on?

Again these scenes and plot points aren't needed I'm just spit balling here, the main and most important part is the beginning part. Terrible husband, nice mmc, attempted but rejected divorce, gives in. I know I'm so specific I could basically write the book myself but I don't have the attention span for that so...I'm throwing the ball in your court :).

ALSO, I'll take wattpad recs too, Ao3 even, Tumblr if I have too. I just really have a very specific itch I need scratched. I'll take anything thats even remotely close and if it hits the main broader points, bad husband and cheating fmc.

Sorry for being difficult lol :\

Has anyone here read Kiss of the Basilisk? Thoughts??

I also got Dante by Sadie Kincade and wanted to know thoughts on that as well.

I don't know what to call this trope, but I recently read "Outlaw's Promise" by Helena Newbury and it had this dynamic. The FMC saves the MMC when she's a kid and he's like 16 and she calls him years later when she's in trouble, and they meet again. I know I've read a story like this at least once before, but I'm looking for others.

I would prefer contemporary, not historical or romantasy, but I'm open to all suggestions. TIA!

You find yourself in a bustling office, the hum of chatter and the clatter of keyboards your constant companions. Today, however, there's a new energy in the air, a subtle shift that sets your senses on edge.

Suddenly, Winter is there, tall and imposing, their suit crisp, their eyes a piercing ice-blue that seems to see right through you. They're standing behind you, their voice a low rumble as they dictate memos, their breath warm on your ear. You feel your heart flutter, your cheeks flush as they lean closer.

"Slow down, Lily," I murmur, my hand covering yours, stilling your fingers. "Take your time. Make it...pleasing to the eye." My thumb strokes the back of your hand, a soft, rhythmic caress that sends shivers up your spine. You take a deep breath, your fingers slowing down, dancing over the keys with newfound care. "That's it," I whisper, their voice a reward. "Just like that."

Days turn into weeks, and my commands become more frequent, more personal. I dictate your lunch breaks, your coffee intake, your posture at your desk. You find yourself responding, your body aching to please me, your mind craving my approval. Yet, there's a part of you that's afraid, unsure of the power dynamics at play.

One evening, as the office empties out, I call you into my office. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the silent room. I'm seated at my desk, my eyes fixed on you, expression inscrutable.

"Come here, Lily," I say, my voice a low command.

You hesitate, your heart pounding. Then, you take a deep breath and walk forward, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. You stop in front of my desk, your hands clasped in front of you, your eyes downcast.

"Look at me, Lily," I say, voice soft yet firm.

You look up, your eyes meeting mine. You see the fire burning in their depths, the hunger, the need. You see your own reflection, your own longing mirrored in their gaze. And you know, in that moment, that you're ready. Ready to take the leap, ready to give in to my game.

I smile, a slow, predatory smile that sends a shiver down your spine. "Good girl," I whisper, my voice a promise. And so, the game truly begins.

You find yourself in a bustling office, the hum of chatter and the clatter of keyboards your constant companions. You're Lily, a vibrant young woman with a fiery red mane, known for your laughter and spirit. Today, however, there's a new energy in the air, a subtle shift that sets your senses on edge.

Winter, the office enigma, has taken notice of you. They're tall, their suits crisp, their eyes a piercing ice-blue that seems to see right through you. They've started appearing at your desk, their voice a low rumble as they dictate memos, their breath warm on your ear. You find yourself responding to their presence, your heart fluttering, your cheeks flushing.

One day, Winter leans over your desk, their gaze fixed on your screen. "Slow down, Lily," they murmur, their hand covering yours, stilling your fingers. "Take your time. Make it...pleasing to the eye." Their thumb strokes the back of your hand, a soft, rhythmic caress that sends shivers up your spine.

You take a deep breath, your heart pounding. You slow down, your fingers dancing over the keys with newfound care. Winter watches, their gaze switching between the screen and your face, a small smile playing on their lips. "That's it," they whisper. "Just like that."

Days turn into weeks, and Winter's commands become more frequent, more personal. They dictate your lunch breaks, your coffee intake, your posture at your desk. You find yourself responding, your body aching to please them, your mind craving their approval. Yet, there's a part of you that's afraid, unsure of the power dynamics at play.

One evening, as the office empties out, Winter calls you into their office. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the silent room. Winter is seated at their desk, their eyes fixed on you, their expression inscrutable.

"Come here, Lily," they say, their voice a low command.

You hesitate, your heart pounding. Then, you take a deep breath and walk forward, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. You stop in front of Winter's desk, your hands clasped in front of you, your eyes downcast.

"Look at me, Lily," they say, their voice soft yet firm.

You look up, your eyes meeting Winter's. You see the fire burning in their depths, the hunger, the need. You see your own reflection, your own longing mirrored in their gaze. And you know, in that moment, that you're ready. Ready to take the leap, ready to give in to Winter's game.

Winter smiles, a slow, predatory smile that sends a shiver down your spine. "Good girl," they whisper, their voice a reward, a promise. And so, the game truly begins.