Epic Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"It's a little too late for that, baby girl. You saw the sign. Yet you still stepped onto our land. So obviously you were hoping to get punished. And believe me, all us boys are gonna enjoy having a little fun with a sexy little blonde like you." Terrified of what was going to happen, I could feel my poor heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Though I was actually surprised that my pussy was so wet that my thighs were drenched at the thought of being used by a whole family of big burly men. My mind wandered back to the last historical romance I'd read about a medieval princess being kidnapped by her father's enemies in the wilds of the Scottish Highlands. Once they got her naked and tied to

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers. “Queen Annelise had a phase,” Sebastian said with a snort. “I cannot believe how low the quality is in those books from the writing to the romance. She stopped reading them when she got married and had enough courage to keep them here despite knowing people would judge her.” “You’re very knowledgeable about them,” Edward laughed. “I was curious,” Sebastian admitted. “They are weirdly addictive to read. It’s a shame they don’t do a gay line of books. ” Edward pulled

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.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”