Christmas Romances Books Novels & Stories

’ speeches… She drained hot chocolate from her large ‘Rudolf the Reindeer’ mug and stood, padding across the wooden floor in her socks and slippers to restart the Frank Sinatra album. Maybe it was wrong that she was in such a good mood, newly divorced and absolutely alone on Christmas… but she was. She wanted to be happy. And right now, Mr. Sinatra, stimulating romance novels, and copious amounts of hot chocolate were all she needed to be happy. And, maybe later, Mr. ‘Great Scott’.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

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Her whimpers and moans were filling his ears with unexplainable pleasure. Damon: Ughh princess I l-love you so much. He whispered near her lips increasing his pace and slamming himself more hard and fast in her making her body to tremble under him. They both felt the ecstasy of the moment. That time there was no mafia king or an innocent possession but instead, there was only a husband making love to his wife. The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha.

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.”

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Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

It was our first Christmas together as a married couple, and it made the moment feel even more special. She let out a soft sigh, her body shifting toward me. Then, in one smooth motion, she turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Her eyes finally opened, sparkling with that mischief I adored. "Merry Christmas to you too, Roman," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep. She nuzzled into my chest, and I felt her warmth seep through my skin.

"Trust me, you've done well to have agreed to spending Christmas at my house...and I promise, you aren't leaving this city untouched." West Coast was where you find the boys that bring the fun, according to my best friend, Sonia. I only agreed to spending Christmas at her place because she had been asking since the start of the year. Aside from that, she would taunt me non-stop for still being a virgin at 20. Nothing about s*x interests me. It is true I haven't had my first s*x yet. I mean, you have to be interested to even do it, right? Well, I'm in for it this time, see what Sonia's Christmas fun plan was about.

His hands came to my face, both of them, the same hold as the café but different now, not framing, holding, his palms warm against my jaw and the rain coming down beyond the overhang and the saxophone still faintly audible from inside the lounge. He kissed me like he had been reading me for months and knew exactly what I had needed and was delivering it with the precision of that knowledge. Not rushed. Not greedy. Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like.