Best Romantic Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

In the center of the room stood an imposing mahogany desk with a leather chair. In front of it was a large black chaise longue resting on a round white rug. The atmosphere was luxurious yet discreet. Magnificent. I spent several minutes simply admiring the most beautiful room I had ever entered. Then I slowly walked along the shelves, stopping when I reached Historical Romance. Romance novels were what had brought me this far as a virgin. They were my Achilles’ heel, and there was nothing I could do about it. I picked up my cliché: Pride and Prejudice.

he asked with such politeness that Selene couldn't refuse, and her eyes lit up again. "Yes," she whispered in response. Frederick settled more comfortably in the chair and paid attention, feeling excited like a child. "Romeo and Juliet." "Eh?" "The book I have in my hands is about a tragic romance between Romeo and Juliet, by the author William Shakespeare. Do you still want me to read it?" she asked, unsure if he would accept. "I would be delighted to hear it, my Lady, please," he requested, and Selene nodded.

But doubt lived in his eyes. "After this is over. After I have her back. I will make it right. I will show her I have changed." I said nothing. Let him build fantasies that would never come true. Because after this Damien would be dead. Maya would be dead. And I would be rewriting history to say they fell together. Tragic lovers destroyed by war. Romantic. Poetic. False. "Get some rest" I said. "Tomorrow is a long day." Damien left. Still muttering about Maya.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Their love story was captivating, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to witness such a profound connection. In that moment, I felt a surge of warmth and admiration for both of them. Roman, a steadfast leader and caring partner, had found his equal in Emily. She, in turn, embodied strength and resilience, complementing Roman's unwavering support with her unwavering loyalty. Together, they created a harmonious melody, their love intertwining with the rhythm of their lives.

She was inside a quarter of one of the books with a dictionary on the side when the compter came in with Fabian, who dropped a kiss on her forehead before they discuss the books and the new list of what to buy the next trip in the other desk on the further part of the library from where she reclined. She didn’t even go over. She usually would sit near them when they do this because she learned a lot just by listening. But she was so engrossed in the story until the compter left and Fabian continued working on the books. Juliet had come with biscuits and tea and went. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to the servants. When she wasn’t doing anything at all, she would be here, sitting on her favori

Bella French turned the page of her book, completely and utterly riveted by the story unfolding on the pages before her. As she let the printed words paint a vivid picture in her mind, she finds herself in a 14th-century castle in Ireland. She is being courted by a marquess, dressed in a fancy gown as she twirls around a big ballroom.. Bella could almost imagine it. A big, strong man in his dressy clothes. He is so breathtakingly handsome with his perfect face and his flawless manners. She is almost falling in love with him.

Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable. I turned my head to look at him, his chest bare in the morning sunlight, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths, every feature of him seared into my mind. He opened one eye, caught mine, and smiled—the kind of smile that made every single past fear, every single long separation, every single loss melt away into nothing. I reached out for him, touching his cheek gently. “Good morning,” I whispered. “Good morning, mon amour,” he said, his hand cupping my face, his thumb tracing my lips.

Samuel's voice held a mix of confusion and determination. "Alright, I'll tell you," Sarah conceded, "but promise me you won't breathe a word of this to Liah. If she gets wind of it,you can kiss seeing me again goodbye. Understand the gravity of my words?" "Yes, Aunt, absolutely! My lips are sealed. I'm the king of secrets, so spill it!" Samuel's impatience was palpable. "Very well," Sarah began, her eyes filled with worry. "He's the one your Mom truly loved, the one she was in a relationship with. But something happened, something that forced her to leave everything behind."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.