Novel & Cerita Christian Historical Fiction Romance

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Or maybe her past was now colliding with her present, colliding with the peace she had built in the past five years. *** Hey my darling readers! The leap has finally come! Did you all like our new Elara? She has achieved a lot. Who do you think her sweetheart is? A new love interest, Christian, some friend, or someone else? Do share your thoughts and comments with me through reviews and comments. Please like, comment, and follow my account if you guys are liking the story. Love to you all! Xoxo

However, they also acted like everything was peachy. That was high society: all glitter on the outside, a total mess on the inside. Nora came down the aisle on her dad's arm, her dress trailing behind her like something out of a fairy tale. However, she was as pale as a ghost, and her smile looked like it hurt. The show got started. The priest was doing his thing. "Francis Davis, do you take Nora Hunter to be your wife?" Francis was silent. He was scanning the crowd instead, looking for someone.

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.

Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the knot in my chest loosened completely. I pulled down a thick historical romance with a brooding duke on the cover, it was exactly the kind Mirabel would tease me about, and sank into one of the leather armchairs. The cushions hugged me perfectly. I kicked off my slippers, tucked my legs beneath me, and opened the book to the first page. The words pulled me in immediately. Rich descriptions, sharp dialogue, the slow burn of forbidden attraction between the heroine and the man who was supposed to be off-limits. I lost track of time, turning pages steadily, the outside world fading until there was only the story unfolding in my hands.

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

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.

His jaw was tight, his posture rigid. Alex smiled, stepping back but showing not the slightest trace of embarrassment. "Just reminiscing with your fiancée," he said with studied casualness. "Zoey and I have… a lot of history." Christian crossed the distance between us with measured steps, placing himself at my side. His arm slid around my waist possessively, his fingers pressing lightly against the thin fabric of my dress. "History. Exactly that," Christian replied, his tone glacial. "Something that belongs in the past."

“You’re not interested in me, you’re intelligent and independent, you’re spunky, and you’re not a gold digger. I’d say you’re quite perfect for the job, Miss van Gowen.” Camille shook her head, feeling suddenly tired. “Mr. Callahan, I don’t want to marry you. Please find somebody else.” She was about to turn around and leave when Christian suddenly spoke. “I investigated the accident, you know. I’ve been informed of all the details.” Camille froze. No. He couldn’t be implying… The corner of Christian’s lips curved upwards into a smirk. “I’ve looked into your past quite thoroughly as well, Miss van Gowen. It’s interesting, isn’t it? Looks like you and Michael McGregor have a bit of an intrigu