Christmas Themed Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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’ 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’.

Otherwise, finding a decent restaurant open was a pain in the butt. No, it was his night with Sierra that inspired a tenuous serenity within him. She’d brought him his Christmas last night. No woman had ever inspired such poignant longing in him. Even now, after coupling over and over through the night, his midsection tightened at the thought of her. She was a rare flower, blooming in winter, spicing the cold air with her exotic, delicate fragrance. He’d never tired of watching her bloom, watching her face soften in ecstasy as his name spilled from lips as deep red as holly berries.

"Even with Sophie's rules? Even with your ex-wife watching? Even with everyone knowing?" "Especially with all of that. Because it means we're real. Not hiding. Not pretending." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I want this, Maya. I want you. All the complications included." "I want you too." We sat there holding hands in the dark living room, the movie playing to an audience of two, the Christmas tree lights twinkling. This wasn't how I'd imagined my Christmas. Falling for my best friend's father. Navigating family drama. Sharing him with his ex-wife.

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.”

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

Nicholas Nicholas still wore the ridiculous Santa hat and the equally ridiculous Christmas lights necklace as he lounged on his living room couch with a book pressed close to his face. The fireplace in his rented lodge cabin crackled with fake gas flames, but the effect was still soothing. He'd rented the small cabin instead of staying at his parents overly Christmas decorated house.

"More... please." "Patience," he murmured against my skin, sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Fingers parted my lips, one sliding in, curling to hit that spot. I came fast, thighs clamping his head, crying his name. He uncuffed me, pulling off the blindfold. "Good girl. Tomorrow, we heat things up." Christmas Day dawned with gifts under the tree, but ours were different. After brunch, eggnog pancakes and stolen kisses, he lit a candle, wax pooling red like blood. I knelt on the rug, naked, heart hammering. "Ready for the burn?"