Christmas Romance Books For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In the back of her mind, she heard a nagging voice questioning whether or not he really wanted to talk to her at all and if he had only said he’d meet her at the tree farm to quiet his excited child. Christmas decorations were everywhere now. Garlands and large, velvety red bows hung from the lampposts, and every shop had a wreath on the door, their display windows covered in red and green. Each evening when the sun began to go down, the entire downtown area would blaze to life with the sparkle of thousands of twinkling, white lights decorating every building, every post, and every tree. Charles Town was absolutely beautiful at Christmas, and even though she longed for the days when she’d wa

So we needed to know more than we currently do about each other. Once we were both finished I leaned forward, my elbows on the table. "I know its only 9 o'clock but should we go get ready for the errands we need to run?" "There's more than one errand?" "Yep!" I beamed. I was going to show Knox all that Rutland has to offer. It may be cold, and maybe snowing, but Rutland at Christmas time was the best. Every store and building decorated to the nines. Plus we had a few days before Christmas to do some stuff.

Demie was lying on Sandro's chest as he lovingly combed her hair with his fingers. “You’re the best present I received, sweetheart. This is the best Christmas to me, having you by my side and being able to touch and love you like I always wanted since then. Be with me forever, sweetheart. Do not leave me. I love you so much,” he said, full of sincerity and love.

Too bad she couldn't take one of those home with her for Christmas. Christmas. She'd been looking forward to it, simply for the time away from work, but the highlight of her plans had been a thick stack of romance books and one charity function - she and Jana had agreed to help distribute toys at a home for battered women and children on Christmas morning. Jana had invited her to dinner with her family afterward, but Shelby had declined. She'd gone last year and despite everyone's best efforts, she'd been miserable. There was nothing lonelier than being the only outsider at a family gathering.

I said. She approached me, and the room was filled with a sense of anticipation and affection. As she drew closer, our lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. It was a moment of warmth and love, a symbol of the deep connection we shared. The soft crackling of the fireplace provided a comforting soundtrack to our affectionate embrace. The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us.

Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that. George was speechless. Lucas said, "Haha! I saw Lizzy reading something about a pregnant wife..." Charles asked, "Will I be able to win my wife's heart after reading them?" Christin said, "Maybe. I'd suggest you have a look. Anyway, it can't get any worse than your current situation." Charles was stunned. Christ

He should have called me. "Did things go well?" "Yup! My plan succeeded. I'm here to celebrate it with you as I promised." He pointed at the Christmas tree. "Did you design it?" I nodded. "Yes, I bought you a gift." “Hm, an early gift! Sounds good!” I stood up and dragged him with me. Handing him a gift box, I smiled. "Open it!" He opened the box gently and smiled. "A book!" "I felt you need to read a romance book. This one was a bestseller so I bought two. One for you and one for me."

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

His hand is warm as it encloses mine, and he follows, sitting next to me on the sofa but not touching me. The cards are still laid out on the table, Rob’s gloves and hat set off to the side, but I don’t have any desire to play games anymore. The lights are dim, the fire is warm and romantic, and I’m sitting next to a gorgeous, sensitive man who makes me happy. “I think this is the best Christmas I’ve had in years,” I tell him in a whisper, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Thank you.” I can’t help smiling when I feel Rob press a gentle, almost fatherly, kiss into my hair. “Happy Christmas, Grace.”