Classic Romance Literature Novels & Stories

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

He nipped her earlobe while his other hand palmed her tit through the bra, thumb circling the nipple until it strained against the lace. Marie squirmed, barely managing to plate the food without burning it, her body alight with frustration and desire. After dinner, Brad pushed back his chair. "Wait on the bed for me. I need a cigarette." She obeyed. He stepped out onto the balcony. After burning his lungs, when he returned, the sight in front of him hit like a punch, Marie posed provocatively on the bed. She had peeled off the robe, her lingerie-clad body was an erotic masterpiece of temptation.

“Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.” Camille’s grin didn’t falter. “I’m just saying…" men like Damien don’t keep secrets out of love, darling. " They keep them because it gives them leverage. Remember that before you start thinking those shadows in his eyes are for your benefit.” And with that, Camille glided away, her words lingering like poison smoke. --- Damien was already home by the time Serena returned that evening. He was in the living room, jacket off, sleeves rolled, reviewing a stack of documents as though the world hadn’t frayed at its edges for her.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

"I also tried reading to you once. While you were asleep. I picked a romance novel." Louis's eyes widened. "Which one?" "The one you had on your nightstand." "That was a dark romance, Lorenzo. The main character gets buried alive." Lorenzo winced. "I didn't get that far. I fell asleep before the plot started." Louis shook his head, "You are hopeless and annoying” "Hopelessly in love with you," Lorenzo said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Louis went still. "Don't read any more romance novels," he muttered. "You're bad at it."

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Now all over the place with romance reading. Published since 2010. Went through a 2-year writing correspondence class in children's literature from The Institute of Children's Literature. Then graduated with Bachelors in Arts, English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University. Find me online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram Goodreads

Now, it just made her angry with the constraints of her life, her circumstance. Lily crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hold herself together. “If it ends tragically, it’s not a romance. It’s a love story, and a poor excuse for one at that.” She glanced toward the ocean again. The blue of the water was quickly fading to johnson as night approached. “When we were in the caves, you asked me if I wanted romance, and I didn’t answer.” She leaned in toward him, and he drew her into his arms, pressing her into him in a way that was both wicked and sinful but also belied a new gentleness in his touch. “The answer is yes,” she said. “I do want romance, true romance, and I don’t want us

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.