Best Romantic Christmas Books Novels & Stories

’ speeches… She drained hot chocolate from her large ‘Rudolf the Reindeer’ mug and stood, padding across the wooden floor in her socks and slippers to restart the Frank Sinatra album. Maybe it was wrong that she was in such a good mood, newly divorced and absolutely alone on Christmas… but she was. She wanted to be happy. And right now, Mr. Sinatra, stimulating romance novels, and copious amounts of hot chocolate were all she needed to be happy. And, maybe later, Mr. ‘Great Scott’.

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

The snow was coming down hard outside, buckets of it falling onto the concrete city below them. They heaved for air wrapping their arms around one another after a mind blowing sex. Anthony tucked her head underneath his chin before he pressed a kiss to Celeste’s forehead, and the feeling alone tingled her skin. There was something in him which pulled her like the earth’s gravitational force. Celeste pressed deeper into him as a smile crossed her features. She found his fingers and laced them up with hers. Not for a moment does she want to part from Anthony. The next morning was Christmas. She couldn’t have concocted a better way to spend the festival even if it came to returning back to her

Olivia whispered, stroking Jacob's chest with her fingers. data-p-id=0904d2678504fdf1e1b918760e089ab6,"You know what I want," he growled, grabbing her hand and planting a rough kiss on it. data-p-id=8e53a48749fa1a1d49acf47ae9de3a70,"Yes," Olivia sighed happily and allowed her husband to drag off her gown. data-p-id=3b226583ea529921373a624dd27fd35d,It was a while after Jacob and Olivia lay spent in each other's arms when the doorknob of the library door began to rattle.

They exchanged vows that they had written themselves, each word filled with love and promises for their future. “I promise to stand by you,” Samantha said, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. “Through every challenge, every happy moment, and everything in between, you’ve given me a love I never thought was possible. I didn’t think I’d ever find love again or feel this way before Christmas, but you, Julian, are my Christmas miracle, my own Christmas billionaire. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Julian’s reply was just as heartfelt.

The room got very quiet. "You got her a present?" Catherine asked, amused. "She's staying in my house for Christmas. Of course I got her a present." I unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a wooden bookmark, smooth and perfect, with my name carved in beautiful script along one edge. My breath caught. This was the one Sophie had seen weeks ago. The one he'd been making in secret. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "He's been working on that forever," Sophie said. "I knew it was for someone. I just didn't know it was you."

Even the host had forgotten to speak. Matthew handed the roses to Christina, but feeling a sudden chill, she leaned back subconsciously, not taking his flowers. Matthew’s smile was warm as jade, and his voice was like the breeze in a spring rain. “Christina, I like you.” Christina could not help but shiver and rub the goosebumps on her arm. “Mr. Henderson, what do you like about me?” “Does one need a reason to like someone?” Matthew immediately began to flirt again.

"Now." Amanda's smile widened. "But darling, there's no room at any of the hotels this close to Christmas. Where would they go?”

"I told you, no matter how busy I am, I always think of you. Especially today is Christmas. It feels like something is missing if I don't give you a present." “But… your Christmas present was left in the palace.” Charlotte's lips pursed. Gabriel suddenly tightened his embrace, landing a sweet kiss on his deep forehead. "I only want you. Because for me the perfect Christmas is when my wife is with me and also our baby in your belly." "In that case, I'll make a lot of chocolate cookies in exchange for you later." *** Remembering that moment, made Gabriel's smile even more loose. "I remember, when you wore the necklace I gave you that time, your spoiled attitude looked sweet."

Then I did the same for her, letting the charm settle against her collarbone. We leaned in at the same time, meeting halfway in a slow, meaningful kiss, just warm and full of that quiet certainty that settles between two people who truly choose each other. When we pulled back, she smiled up at me. “Merry Christmas, Handsome devil.” “Merry Christmas, Wildfire.”