Christmas Romances Books Novels & Stories

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

“Damon, he'll see.” Daniel hurried up on hearing us and closed the door behind him. “He's gone.” She shook her head at me and I placed my lips on hers, kissing her passionately. She pulled back slowly. “Promise me, you'll not reject my gifts,” I asked her. Her eyes dimmed. “Thank you, Damon. For everything. I don't know how to repay your kindness.” “You can't,” I replied. “But look here. I really need something from you. I need your help with this,” I said and stepped back, showing her my bulge.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

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.

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.

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.