Clean Historical Romance Novels & Stories

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

“And I think he thought it was romantic.” I was wheezing now, wiping tears from my eyes. “Elena. That sounds like something a Bond villain says before detonating the planet.” She raised her glass. “To eco-romance and emotional scarcity.” “To Mr. Mining Corporation,” I said, laughing, “may he never get poetic again.” Elena grinned. “Honestly? I’m kind of obsessed.” We dissolved into laughter again, the kind that left my chest a little lighter. The kind that felt like it belonged to the girls we used to be before reality made everything harder to carry.

My legs were weak, and I struggled to hold myself up on the kitchen counter, my body completely spent from our passionate encounter. Cal gave me a sly wink as he withdrew from me, heading over to the kitchen sink. I watched him grab a clean cloth and run the water, his muscular arms flexing with each movement. When he returned, he wiped down my body with gentle strokes, paying extra care to my lips and breasts. My skin tingled under his touch as he cleaned away our combined sweat and other evidence of our passion. He then went back to the sink to re-wet the cloth before returning to carefully wash between my legs, making me hiss with sensitivity. He didn’t apologise for causing me discomfort

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

The contact completely throws me off, it’s warm, unexpected, too close, and for a second my breath catches, my grip tightens instead of letting go, because my body reacts before my mind, caught in a sensation that shouldn’t be there, that shouldn’t feel like this, but stays just long enough to make everything far more complicated than it should be. And that’s what frustrates me the most, because this should be easy, automatic, just rejection, pushing him away without thinking, without feeling anything but anger or disgust… but it isn’t, and that brief hesitation, that second where I don’t react the way I should, is exactly what makes everything worse. Because the kiss doesn’t end with that f

He was outraged. "Isn't that true?" Hannah wasn't intimidated at all. Meeting his eyes, she scoffed and quipped, "You're well aware of why you're dating Ms. Sorsby. How absurd of you to demand her to fawn over you when you've been leeching off her. Do you really think you're Prince Charming?" Cedric was undeniably favored by fate as he was the protagonist of this book. However, did he still expect things would stay the same once realization dawned on Diana? She was no longer the sacrifice for his and Misty's romance.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.