Age Gap Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“You seem a little… mysterious for romance.” “Romance can be mysterious too.” “Fair point.” We reached the small square with the fountain again, the same musicians playing softly nearby, and Diego slowed slightly while glancing at me. “So what was the last book you wrote about?” I hesitated, then sighed quietly. “An age gap romance.” His head turned toward me immediately. “Oh, now I’m curious.” I laughed a little. “You sound like a reader.” “I’m not,” he admitted, “but now I want to know.”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I see them before she sees me. The bookstore is quiet for a Friday evening—soft jazz, the smell of paper and coffee, a handful of people browsing the aisles. She’s in the fiction section, leaning against a shelf with a paperback open in one hand. Their's a guy. He's tall, a blonde and handsome too. He is standing too close. Closer than a stranger should. His shoulder almost touches hers. He’s saying something that makes her smile the way she used to smile at me in the beginning—small, private, a little too soft around the edges.

She was the nanny, a 23 year old girl from a nowhere town, foolish enough to fall for a man who still wore his wedding band on a chain beneath his shirt. The eleven years between them felt like a chasm. He never looked at her with anything more than polite gratitude. His conversations with her were always about Esme’s day or Dorothy’s health. But her heart skipped a beat when his car pulled into the driveway, it warmed when she saw the rare smile that transformed his weary face and it ached with a want she knew was dangerous. One crisp autumn evening, after tucking Esme to her bed, Ellie heard him settle in the living room with a single glass of whiskey, the television casting a blue glow ov

And the most dangerous part of all was how easily he made me forget that he was just the cook. Victor, my husband was much older than I was. He was in his late forties, while I was in my early thirties. It hadn’t been a love marriage. I had been pushed into it by my parents for his wealth, and I had accepted it because survival had sounded better than rebellion. Back then, I hadn’t thought I had much of a choice. My father had made sure of that.

Riley. It has been 2 weeks now since we've left for sea and we are enjoying every single minute of it! We've been to other islands big and small, at some we've stayed a little longer than other ones but it's all worth it!! I felt free and so relaxed for the first time in such a long time! Just by looking at her made me all giddy like a love sick puppy!....funny me!!.....but i love it, i loved the feeling she gave to me! And I'm so happy we both finally confessed our amazing love for each other because it was not an easy thing for the both of us! We both fall fast and hard! maybe even too fast and then that age gap!! That was really a struggle for me personally to be honest, especially in the

"You think I don't know you're still here because of my friend." Elen tried to swallow his laughter but failed. "You caught me, guilty as charged." Their laughter filled the room. Maya had to wipe away tears as she laughed so hard; her brother was so mischievous. "Speaking of Beatrice, I am really into her, you know. She is gorgeous." "Ugh," Maya gagged, "spare me the love talk, okay? You're almost twenty-five and she's nineteen, that's a five-year gap.” Elen's arms were akimbo. "What the hell are you saying? People who have a ten or twelve-year gap marry."

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

“You'd taken me to the City of Love as a surprise. What was I supposed to think?” “That we'd only been dating for two months,” he said, shaking his head. “It was a little too soon for marriage.” Looking back, Ollie realized that those two months had been some of the longest months in his entire life. Being with Nikki had been exhausting. It was just too much effort to be her boyfriend. When they weren't talking business or making love, they were fighting. It was so much different than his interactions with Elsie. The complete opposite, really.