Dark Romance Christmas Books Novels & Stories

Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season. More like forced to pretend we could work together when we couldn't even stand in the same room without wanting to kill each other. This was going to be an absolute disaster.

"Want to enjoy the fire for a while?" "Sounds perfect." I slipped off my coat and boots, leaving myself in the oversized sweater and leggings I'd worn for comfort. Dante got the fire going, flames licking at the logs until warmth spread through the room. He settled onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace and pulled me down beside him. Somehow, even after everything, he could still make butterflies erupt in my stomach with just a look. "My mom insists on hosting Thanksgiving at her place this year," Dante said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. "But we can do Christmas at our place."

The window fogged behind her, the city lights a hazy blur, but all he saw was her, flushed, marked, utterly surrendered. With a low growl rumbling from his chest, he scooped her up effortlessly, her legs still wrapped around his waist like a vice, her heavy D-cup breasts pressing against his chest as he carried her across the room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, the distant crackle of the fireplace drawing them toward the couch nestled before it.

“So what, I’m supposed to just… sit here? Knit scarves by the fire while you go hunting shadows? You can’t lock me up like some fragile doll, Damien.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to that tone that was more command than suggestion. “If it keeps you alive? Yes, I can.” For a heartbeat, their faces were inches apart, the air between them humming with something sharp and unspoken. Then he opened his door and stepped into the cool night air, breaking the tension as if it had never been there.

"Now." Amanda's smile widened. "But darling, there's no room at any of the hotels this close to Christmas. Where would they go?”

The rest of the days were beautiful; the nights, more beautiful and magical. Roxanne waltzed through them in a beautiful halo of happiness. When she wasn't with Jaxon, she thought about him as she read with Grace and Martha, Especially when they read erotic books. It felt like a song, a siren song, pulling her body to his. When she was with him, he was making love to her body in one way or another, with his body, with his words, with his eyes, Or he was f*cking her hard.

Seeing them made her heart ache. “Someone else might as well enjoy them,” she said to herself, picking up all three and bringing them into the car with her. She was going to a Christmas party where gifts would be given to anyone and everyone. Surely, there was someone in town that would like a copy of The Christmas Carol and a large Devonsville T-shirt. The ride to her father’s bookstore was cold. She tried to enjoy the fresh snow on the trees, the white and blue of the mountains, and the twinkle of lights in every pine tree, but she felt hollow inside.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Comment your thoughts too, please. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . That Royal Betrothal – A Royal Romantic Adventure story . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

JULIAN Who would have thought my Christmas gift would come wrapped in a black dress with no underwear. Right now I want to give Tyler a hug for sending his girlfriend into my arms and I know one thing for sure. He's never getting her back now. This woman would be the death of me. If only she knows how much I've fantasized about her this way. How many times I've imagined ramming into her from behind. Just how much I've wanted to draw her breast into my mouth and feast on it. If she had a fraction of knowledge of the wicked things I've wanted to do to her, I'm sure Alexis won't be here surrendering herself to me.