Erotic Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?" Charles, who had never read novels before, fell deep into thought. He decided to consult the people in the Handsome Men Group for help. Charles asked, "My wife said that she likes to read ancient romance novels. What is this?" Cyrus replied, "It's the same thing as those novels earlier, but the context is shifted from modern to ancient times. The male protagonist's role will then shift from a domineering CEO to an emperor, prince, general, or something like that."

Each time he reached across her to grab book or pen, or brushed against her , Cassie could feel the spark between them. Despite her best efforts to maintain professionalism, Dr Cassie couldn’t help but indulge in these little, sensual moments. Their lingering glances and accidental touches were exciting, a sweet mix of risk and desire that left her wanting more. One evening, as they were finishing on the final chapter for Dylan's project , he suggested they grab a coffee . It was a casual offer, but Cassie knew that crossing that line could lead to something dangerous . Still, she found herself agreeing, unable to resist his lure.They walked to the local cafe , which was just a few minutes w

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

He never shielded me from the heartache in the pages of those books but used them as a tool to teach me about life, history, hopes, and dreams. It wasn’t until my teen years that I discovered my love of romance. What began by dipping my toes into the historical greats affectionately termed ‘bodice rippers’ took on a different tone when I was a senior in high school. I discovered the world of erotic romance. I’d always been taught that literature was a gateway for the imagination so I never dreamed that some people would frown on the romance genre as lower quality literature. After all, with a history of such utter trash like Wuthering Heights and The Old Man and the Sea being named classics,

His tongue slid across my lips, probing, tasting, as if claiming me, tasting the very essence of my soul. A sickening warmth spread through me. It was wrong. It was so wrong. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t desire. This was possession. The kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past my lips as if he were looking for something inside of me, something that I couldn’t escape. He tasted like ash, like something burnt and rotten—familiar, yet foreign. His taste coated my mouth, a bitter, metallic tang that made me want to gag. But I couldn’t pull away.

Sliding into bed I fell asleep thinking of eyes; silvery blue moss and golden emerald green. The morning was slow going, we were going to be staying another night so I left all my belongings where they lay. I had just sat down to have tea when a knock sounded at my door. Checking to make sure I was at least fully clothed this time, I walked to the door. “Who… who’s there?” I asked timidly, not wanting a repeat of last night. “It’s Sean, are you ready to have breakfast m’lady?” He almost shouted through the door. Pulling it open, I grabbed his shirt and pulled Sean inside before closing the door behind him. He just gave me this blank stare… I reached up to cup his face like he had done… feeli

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

He says, crooking his finger towards her. She moves towards the end of the bed and stands between his feet. His finger loops around the tight strip of her dress, loosening its grip on her shoulder. The silky red fabric falls to the floor in a whisper of silk, leaving her wearing nothing but her nakedness and the moonlight filtering through the windows. Corvina moves in closer to his bare chest. She can feel his cock growing bigger against her hips as she places soft kisses from one of his nipples to another. His skin tastes clean and masculine, with a hint of his expensive cologne.