Christmas Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup. Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.

Brandon, the photographer, shouted with exaggerated enthusiasm. Jordan shot him a look. "I'm a quarterback, not a model." "Today, you're whatever I need you to be," Brandon said, snapping away. "Now smolder. Christmas smolder. Give America something to thaw their stockings over." Jordan reluctantly did as instructed, giving the camera that alluring, brooding intensity millions of fans adored him for—though none of them realized how much of that look came from real emotional turmoil. Pain made good photography, apparently. "Perfect!" Brandon clapped. "Now pull April close and let her swoon all over you. We need chemistry—holiday romance! Sell the fantasy!"

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

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But it wasn’t time yet. So, we just walked slowly. I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way, but the night’s atmosphere was romantic. With the other carolers dispersed it had grown quiet, and the further we walked away, the more peaceful the night became. The freshly fallen snow from the morning had covered the roofs of houses, but everyone’s Christmas lights shone against it like a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the lights, the moon glared brightly. “How did you like the caroling?” I asked, wanting to ease into conversation.

She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one. It was tradition in her family to gift a book on Christmas eve. She was excited to share this tradition with Nathan. She was excited to share everything with him. Life was good. She tucked the book under the small tree in her apartment next to the other gift she’d picked out for him. It was just a t-shirt with the name of the town and a printed mountain background. It wasn’t much, but she thought he would like it since he was moving his company here. It felt like a good gift and she couldn’t wait for Christmas to come so she could give it to him.

Her voice sounded irritated, and rage was setting in. "Oh no, dear, I'm lost; please elaborate," I scoffed, obviously surprised by her stupid idea of helping me get back my sexual stimulation. "Remember your therapist said if you try something out of the ordinary, you can be lucky, baby girl. No man wants to be with a lady who can't be sexually aroused." I rolled my eyes. "And you think this stupid, steamy Christmas vacation will help me? Look, baby girl, Jasper and I have tried everything for the last two years to get me sexually excited, even drugs. C'mon, name it; nothing worked!" She sighed, abruptly standing up from the couch; she bore her eyes down at me. "Why are you like this?" she s