Best Romance Historical Novels Novels & Stories

After watching Rose convince the dressmaker that she really wanted breeches and wasn’t playing a cruel joke, they stopped for refreshments at an interesting shop near the apothecary. Rose was hoping to hear word from locals on what happened with the crown , shite she wasn’t wrong! Couples littered the tables and the womenfolk gossiped enough to keep everyone updated. “Lizzy’s sister was offered a counts hand but he really only wants her for her dowery”, “did you see Lord Gessler’s top coat?!… he must be without a tailor, teeheehee!”, “ Mr Edwards passed the tests and has reopened his shop after being released”

I had a better way in mind to tell her all about it. Our assigned text was a book titled: Better to Have Loved and Lost. It was about MaHolland, a young servant girl in 18th century England, who fell in love with her mistress' betrothed, Henry; a young, charming nobleman. When they first met, she had no idea he was a nobleman or that he was even betrothed to her mistress. They became friends, and it was he who helped her develop an interest in reading. MaHolland fell helplessly in love with him, and when she found out about his betrothal to her mistress, her feelings for him had grown so strong, it couldn't easily be vanquished. Just when she finally made the decision to tell Henry how s

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

However, her eyes took in the four poster drapes around the bed, how clean, soft and expensive they looked. As her feet landed on the marble floor, she curiously took in the decor in the room. The owner definitely had a thing for dark tones. As her eyes roamed the wall colour to the furnishings, dark red and black definitely dominated over any other colour. What was just as odd was that it felt like she had stepped into a room from the regency era. She knew that so well because one of her favourite pastimes was to read romance novels and she especially had a thing for historical love stories. The bedside table, the chest of drawers and the rest of the furnishings were all antique yet well po

He chuckled, "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like we're about to embark on the most romantic history lesson ever." As we wandered through the museum's halls adorned with love letters from famous historical figures and relics of love stories long past, the atmosphere seemed to cast a spell on us. Henry pulled me closer, and we lingered near an exhibit showcasing love letters exchanged between Napoleon and Josephine. "Imagine writing love letters like that," Henry mused, "I think we're missing out in the modern era." I smirked, "You mean like sending a text that says 'luv u' doesn't quite capture the same romantic essence?"

However, he did respond to her little invitation by crushing her lips roughly with his, and the feeling was wonderful, like a first morsel of food after six weeks’ starvation. Rather stiffly he pulled away from her to bow slightly at Marianne and introduce her to his fiancee. A fiancee who just might feel the roughness of his hand against that sexy little bottom she was wiggling if she didn’t behave. Silently he watched the two women size each other up. What was this, a fight to the death? ‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Carrie politely, her blue eyes flashing a warning to the other girl to leave her man alone.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

That alone might be worth the effort. Shaking my head at the thought, I drifted back toward the main shelves, pulling a few books that caught my interest. My stack grew quickly: a historical novel with an intricate map inside the cover, a poetry collection, a book of legends… and, okay, maybe one or two with decidedly romantic-looking covers. Purely for variety, of course. I was just balancing the last book on the stack when the door opened behind me. “Let me guess,” a familiar voice drawled, “you got lost and stumbled in here looking for more romcoms.”