Novel & Cerita Christmas Themed Romance Novels

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

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.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders. I sat close, knees drawn up, my short skirt riding high on my thighs so the bare skin showed. I didn’t pull it down. The heat from the fire, with the heat coming off him, made my skin prickle. “This storm isn’t letting up anytime soon,” I said, grabbing a blanket and draping it over my shoulders but leaving my front open. “Guess we’re stuck here together tonight. Hope I’m not ruining your quiet weekend.” Dante sat across from me, legs stretched out, his eyes tracing the line of my cleavage in the firelight. “You’re not ruining anything. Truth is, it’s been a long time si

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

I looked at him coldly. "Leaving? The first thing you say when you wake up is to kick me out?" Noah raised his voice. His chest heaved violently, whether from anger or hurt, I couldn't tell. "Noah, what right do you have to question me?" "On Christmas Day, you left me alone in that room for Heidi. On the way back from the banquet, you threw your feverish fiancee on the side of the road to go save Heidi. "You left me behind again and again. You broke my heart again and again. So what's wrong with me asking you to leave now?"

He grabbed my waist and jerked me hard against his chest, his grip so tight it bruised. His eyes were no longer those of a parent or a protector; they were dark with a hunger that terrified and thrilled me. “You’ve been playing with fire for a long time, Snow,” he growled against my lips. “It’s time you finally got burned.”

My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Unable to fight the pull between us any longer, I crossed the distance in two quick steps and threw myself into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, one arm circling my waist while the other rested securely against my back. A soft laugh escaped me as he steadied us, his forehead brushing mine before our lips finally met. The kiss started slow, almost hesitant, but months of longing quickly took over. Every kiss became deeper than the last, each one carrying everything we hadn’t been able to say. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, refusing to let him go.