Clean Regency Romances Novels & Stories

On the night before I'm set to officially marry Shawn Ford, he keeps losing to his godsister, Tiffany Lynch, at the poker table on purpose. "We're just playing for fun. Aren't we a family? Everyone here knows that Tiffany and I are as thick as thieves since young." Tiffany plays with a poker card absent-mindedly. "Surely you don't mind, right? Shawn told me that if I were to win this round, he'd give me the funds meant to renovate your marital home so that I can buy myself some bags." The other players begin to cheer on Tiffany at that moment. "Hell yeah! Tiffany is really lucky when it comes to poker! Joanna, there's no use saving that meager salary of yours. Why don't you just bet everything on the table to spice things up?" I don't bother speaking afterward. All I do is pull out a chair and sit across from Shawn. Then, I dig out a property deed from my bag. "You wanted to spice things up, right? I just bought this property at full price. Do you have the guts to put everything you have on the stake?"

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”

Synopsis.  "Sleep with me, convince Mr. Christian or get fired" Mr. Frederick Harrison, gave Lucy a menacing smile, taking slow steps towards her. Mr. Christian Seth Caspian is the owner of the biggest energy company in Chester known as Caspian Power.  He is rich, powerful, and a famous man that you wouldn't want to cross paths with unless you want your world to be in darkness.  Lucy Raine Eliot, is your typical normal girl, working at a famous news company.  She'd do anything to keep her family safe. She knows of Mr. Christian and how powerful and arrogant the man is and the last thing she ever wishes is to cross paths with him. However, her Boss Mr. Frederick Harrison  had given her three options after she willfully denied going to Mr. Christian.  Not wanting to sleep with her Boss, nor getting fired, She decided to convince Mr. Christian even though knew that she  was no one to talk to him, not to talk of convincing him. Yet, what she didn't envision came knocking at her door as Mr. Christian proudly asked her to be his cleaner. A journey of love, betrayal, hate, obsession and  revenge.

I was the odd one out in the Chicago mob. Other men's women spent their time fighting for affection, clawing for power, watching out for the homewreckers. Not me. I spent mine cleaning up after my boyfriend, Don Vincent Maro. His political rivals — I squared away. His brother's messes — I handled overnight. The women he kept on the side — I dealt with personally. Last month it got worse. He asked me to go chase off a man who'd been hanging around Sofia, his new girl. Sofia pouted. "Elena really can do everything." Vincent said, "That's why I keep her around." Sofia asked, "Won't Elena be upset?" Vincent paused. "Her? She's used to it." Seven years. No title in the Maro family. No public acknowledgment. Just one function — fixing things. This time, I was tired. I slid the last stack of documents across to Vincent. He signed them one after another without looking up. When he was done, he asked: Anything else? I said: No. It's all handled. What he didn't know was that at the bottom of that stack was the document terminating every identity I held inside the Maro family. The moment his pen touched that page, I no longer belonged to the Maros. And I no longer belonged to him.

As soon as I walk out of the college entrance exam venue, the police bring me to an interrogation room for interrogation purposes. There, the officers are able to dig out the tools used for cheating in the exams from my clothes. Then, they arrest an accomplice who has helped out with the cheating process in a nearby hotel. As soon as the accomplice sees me, he claims that I'm the one who has hired his services. After that, he gives a confession on the entire cheating process and how we conducted this transaction. All the evidence is present. Soon, news of me cheating on the college entrance exam is spread throughout the Internet. My parents try to defend my innocence, but they ultimately fail. In the end, they die gruesome deaths at home due to cyberbullying. As for me, I suffer from a cardiac arrest shortly after receiving the bad news of their deaths, and I die soon after. I still fail to understand what has happened, even when I draw my last breath. After all, I've never done anything, but why is it that the evidence all points to me being the cheater? When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day before the college entrance exams are set to begin.

At the company holiday party raffle, I'd barely stepped on stage when my superior, Victor Grant, shoved a crumpled slip into my hand. "Special prize for our top sales guy. Go on, open it. Let's show everyone." All eyes were on me as I unfolded it. Scrawled across the paper: [VIP janitor status unlocked—every toilet in the company, three days.] The room lost it—laughter everywhere. Victor crossed his arms, grinning. "Fair, right? Everyone knows you climbed the ranks hooking up with rich cougars. Gotta avoid hard feelings for the others, yeah? While the rest of us take a break, you can get busy. You're not gonna back out, are you?" The crowd cracked up. My girlfriend—and CEO—Rachel Sullivan stood off to the side, watching. Didn't say a word. Everyone waited for me to explode. Instead, I just nodded. Next day, over 300 refund requests hit. Cash flow flatlined. Victor and Rachel begged me to talk the buyers down. I shrugged. "Nah. Don't wanna save the company and make my performance too good. That'd just cause more ' hard feelings,' right?"

In an alternate universe reminiscent of the Regency era, Isabella unexpectedly appears on the doorstep of Damian’s estate with shocking news: his late brother had a three-year-old daughter, Jane, born to Isabella’s now-deceased sister. Having taken on the responsibility of raising her niece after her sister’s passing, Isabella is determined to secure a proper future for the child. Stunned by the revelation, Damian offers Isabella and Jane a place in his estate, ensuring the girl receives the care and upbringing she deserves. Initially hesitant to leave behind the life she knows, Isabella ultimately agrees, realizing it is in Jane’s best interest. As they navigate their new life together, an undeniable bond begins to form between Damian and Isabella. However, their growing affection is soon threatened by a buried secret from Isabella’s past—one that could shatter their relationship and jeopardize Jane’s future. Now, Damian and Isabella must overcome the trials ahead to protect those they hold dear and fight for the love they never expected to find. “Fate: Sweet little cheat” is a tale of unexpected twists, the power of love, and the strength of forgiveness, set against a backdrop of elegant balls and the rigid social norms of an alternative Regency era.

Fall in love with these bad-boy bikers — with steamy stories ranging from second-chance romances to secret hookups.The Heaven Hill Series is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

A sizzling collection of taboo love stories where step siblings cross the line between hate, heat, and heartache. Each tale explores forbidden desire, explosive chemistry, and the dangerous thrill of wanting what you should not have. From enemies to lovers to reverse harems, these stepbrother romances are anything but innocent.

A collection of lust-fueled tales where power, control, and forbidden desires reign supreme. No fairy-tale romances—just intense, explicit encounters driven by dominance, submission, and dark secrets. Each story builds to a shattering revelation, leaving readers breathless and craving more.