British Romance Novels 2020 Novels & Stories

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

Ash pulled the blanket up like a cabin could become a den if you piled enough bodies in it. I lay between them, throat stinging, hole fluttering around nothing and still feeling too much. Outside, the woods went on not caring. A crow yelled. Wind moved the pines. The road I had been on was still out there, somewhere past their dirt, and it did not have me on it. Inside, the count was dead. Two claims. One omega who had walked a border after dark and would not walk it unmated again. I put my fingers to the right bite, then the left. Blood already tacky. Mine. Theirs. The same fact told twice.

But Edwin Emerson… He had looked at her with curiosity. And it unsettled her completely. Arabella sat beside the window of her bedchamber while sunset painted the countryside gold and amber. A book rested forgotten in her lap. She had not read a single page. “You are behaving foolishly,” she whispered to herself. Yet her heart refused to listen. The truth was simple and terrifying. She had never seen a man so beautiful before. Not in London. Not in ballrooms. Not anywhere. There was something dangerously masculine about him that made her pulse quicken whenever she remembered his face.

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

A small whisper from her lips flared multiple sparkles in his body. ____________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Only one chapter. Means Epilogue is left which will be updated real soon. Do give a try to my other books as well. Spread the purple heart.

She laughed and gave me a soft punch on the arm. "We'll see about that," she replied. She held up her book and opened it so I could read the cover. It was a romance novel by a British author named Anne Bradstreet. "Anne Bradstreet?" I asked in surprise. I'd never actually seen the book but I remember Emily mentioning it one day when I was asking her why she loved books so much. "Yep," she confirmed with a grin. "Do you like it?" I shrugged and turned away. "It looks interesting," I admitted, "but I don' know if I would read it myself."

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The crackle and pop of the fire chased them all slowly, eating away at their homes without mercy. I got to the restaurant early, sliding into a seat at the corner of the bar. I shrugged out of my jacket, hanging it on the back of my chair. It was warm in the restaurant, and I soaked up the heat after coming in from the cold. The night sky outside threatened snow, and the temperature was dropping quickly. “Hey, honey. You ready for tonight? I almost feel giddy, like I'm in on a big secret,” Britney said with a giggle as she slipped behind the bar. She handed me a diet Coke, leaning against the bar. I grinned at her.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.