Books About Royal Romance Novels & Stories

A lady walked up to the royals, her brown braided hair, swaying slightly behind her as she moved. “Greetings, your highness.” Helen bowed in respect to Prince Andrew, who said nothing in response. Excited to see her handmaid again, Amelia forgot about what she intended to say to the prince. “You are back!” she exclaimed. “Can we go back to my room? This robe is…” Helen cleared her throat and Amelia realized she was just about to forget her royal manners right in front of the prince. “I’ll lead the way, princess.” Amelia nodded and turned slightly to the prince, who stared at the two ladies in amusement.

Just the thought made her heart skip a beat, and it seemed almost unbelievable that she had found her own prince, and he truly held the title. That part didn’t matter to her. What mattered was how he treated her, and that he was a good person. He really was Prince Charming, with or without the title, and she couldn’t wait to see him standing at the altar and later dancing with her at their reception. He was determined to make it happen, and she was determined to help him. That was what their relationship was all about. ****** Kit Kyndall is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing contemporary erotic romances. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

She looks around at the unfamiliar surrounding. The walls were painted in white and gold, the bed she was sitting on was big with satin bed sheets. The wall above was adorned by a beautiful chandelier. She felt like she was in paradise. Her eyes traveled around the room till they set on the woman sitting on the chair beside her with a book in her hand. Pride and prejudice was the title of the book. In her perspective the woman was gorgeous and screamed of royalty. From her hair pin, to her jewelry and to her dress.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

His lips brushed the back of my head like it was nothing— just a polite, old world greeting. Before I could say a word, he turned to Colin. "I need to borrow you for a moment." Colin nodded, "ofcourse." Cassian's eyes flicked to mine for the briefest second and then he turned and walked away with the prince in tow. I stood there frozen, champagne bubbles rising in my blood instead of the glass. Was I the only one feeling this thing? The magnetism? This weird electricity? Maybe I was still Jet lag. Or maybe it was the silk of the dress clinging on me. Or maybe it was just that I hadn't kissed anyone in far too long and my standards had plummeted to include emotionally unavailable royals.

But I must say, this royal betrothal wasn’t bad at all… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n This is where That Royal Betrothal ends, guys! Thanks, for following Zack and Zara to the end of their story. Please leave your REVIEWS on how you loved this book. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . Luna Serena - A Mafia Werewolf Romance . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

She glanced down, silently noting that the book in my hands was upside down. I blushed, having not noticed myself, and put the book on the table. I had borrowed it from Leila in an attempt to distract myself from thoughts of escaping. But truth be told, I wasn’t much interested in books, especially not this thick tome on the royal history of Hescor. The only books that had ever captured my interest were the forbidden romance stories I used to find under her nanny’s pillow, filled with dirty language and obscenity. My nanny thought she had hidden them well, but Evelyn had easily discovered them, devouring them in secret whenever I could.

"Just because the dust isn't disturbed doesn't mean that no one has been through there, Charlotte and I... We... Even after father had banned us from going in there, we would sneak in and sit in one of the back rooms as it is like a small library, there is a mountain of books in there that we couldn't find anywhere else. Like our history for both vampires and werewolves, I think there was a mate match of a werewolf and vampire in the Royal family a long time ago before any of the wars divided the two species, I think the war had something to do with that pairing. We would always make sure our steps were light, and we never touched anything but the door handle, so we didn't disturb the dust a

VALERIA’S POV I couldn’t sleep—again. No matter how much I tried to calm my mind, the unease lingered, gnawing at me. The faint scent from earlier still haunted my thoughts, but there was nothing I could do about it now. Instead, I focused on the stack of books Dimitri had given me. I grabbed the one that intrigued me the most, the one about the history of the royals. After all, Dimitri was somewhat obsessed with the royals.