Best Romantic Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

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But when she looked into his eyes, they were dancing again. She smiled shyly. “I started writing a novel. And…I drew out the character after you.” He raised a brow. “Really? What type of novel?” She shrugged. “Historical romance. You were a rogue knight. For sure you were a rakehell.” She giggled. He asked. “Was there a red-haired damsel in distress?” She stared back at him. His eyes were sparkling. She nodded shyly. “And how did that turn out?” he asked.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

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"That little comeback was cute, Isabella. Really, it was." She stepped closer, her perfume suffocatingly sweet as she leaned in, her eyes completely deadpan. "But let’s not rewrite history. I was his first love. Long before you ever showed up with your coven drama and your arranged contract, he was mine. He only married you for the coven money and the political alliance. And now that your body is useless to the bloodline, your time is officially up." She patted my shoulder with a patronizing tap, her smirk widening as she walked past me while whispering. "May the best woman win, sweetie."

Damien The New York Dispatch is open on my kitchen counter, and I’ve been staring at it long enough for the coffee to go cold. It’s amusing really . Upper East Royalty Goes Rogue at Club Noir Princess Thaliana, The Rossi Siblings, and Manhattan It Crowd Spotted in Midnight Mayhem

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

“Though you might want to know… people are talking. Wondering why Damien Drake suddenly decided to play hero for a designer whose only real claim to fame is being stabbed in the back by her own sister.” Serena’s jaw clenched. “And I suppose you’re the one stirring the pot?” Camille’s smile didn’t falter. “I don’t need to. People are smart enough to connect the dots. Especially once they start digging into your father’s colorful history with Damien’s family.” Serena’s pulse thudded, but her face remained impassive. “What exactly are you implying?” “Just that Damien doesn’t do anything out of love,” Camille said, rising gracefully from her chair. “He does things for leverage. Control. Power. I

“You’re fine, your ribs are strong they'll hold.” “I’m not fine,” I argued. “I can hear my heartbeat.” “That’s because you look hot,” she shot back casually. “And your boobs? Incredible. That corset is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.” I stared at her. “I don’t want to die looking incredible.” “You won’t,” she said, waving me off. “People have survived worse for fashion.” I narrowed my eyes. “Name one.” “…some nameless thin waisted lady, back in the french revolution. You know how hot they looked,.....but that's not the point.”

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."