Christmas Romance Books For Adults Novels & Stories

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

She says to me, “Juniper,” Dante's husky voice sounds and I look up, blinking at him and wondering what he wants this time. “Do you want anything in particular for Christmas?” Yes, for you to leave me alone! I wish that was the truth. What I want is quite the opposite. As much as I try to deny it, I love having him all over me, I love the way he worships my body and that is all I want for Christmas. I want this hot Alpha daddy for Christmas.

He buried his face in her chest again, nuzzling between her breasts, his hot breath fanning over her skin as he placed his head there, inhaling her scent like a man starved. Ellie reached back, her fingers threading through his damp hair, caressing his scalp gently, soothing the vulnerability she knew simmered beneath his passion. She could feel it in the way he fucked her, the years of loneliness and deprivation of good sex after his wife's death. Her heart ached for him even as her body burned. Leaning her head back, she captured his lips in a tender, loving kiss, her tongue dancing softly with his, encouraging him to let go.

Plus I got to add little ribbons and strings and decorations to make it fancier, to give it more character. Altogether, the bookstore's atmosphere was on point with peak Christmastime. It was officially only two weeks until Christmas. Outside and around town, people were hustling and bustling to get gifts and make plans with family, but they were also just enjoying the snow and the community activities. Between customer gifts, I got to create little gift baskets that could be purchased. I put together books and games and coffee mugs and cute miscellaneous items. I had a lot of fun doing it. I had hit a busy streak for a while. Then I thought it was going to calm down, but right before luncht

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And he’d fallen in love with her, just as much as she’d fallen in love with him. “Really? Like what?” Harrison rubbed her shoulder, keeping his voice as low as hers. They sat on the couch furthest from the fire. At the moment, Jubilee and Rose were toasting marshmallows over the fire while Heath and Seth supervised. Abby and Mark were talking quietly nearby, while Megan, Caleb, Lizzie, and Trent were debating the merits of real Christmas trees versus artificial ones. Currently, Caleb was arguing for real Christmas trees with perhaps a little too much gusto, Megan looking on with an amused expression on her face.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.