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“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

"Which romance novels?" "Why?" "I'm curious about what you read when nobody's watching." She felt heat move up her neck. "That's private." "You brought it up." "You asked." "So tell me." She named them. He nodded like he was filing it away, which he absolutely was, and she made a mental note to never complain about that quality because it was the same quality that remembered Thai food she'd mentioned three weeks ago. "What do you read?" she asked. "History mostly. Military strategy. Occasionally something Julian recommends is never what I expect."

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.

I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

“It's a passageway, high up in a castle wall. One summer, a school friend invited some of us to his family's country home for the weekend. stayed near the ruins of a small castle and some of us took a guided tour. I he was dating a girl called Anna, who was always reading historical novels. she loved castles and... well, we sneaked out at night with a blanket and made love there. "Very romantic," she said approvingly. "Was she your first lover?" - No. The first was Francesca, one of my friend's older sisters. - How old were you? “Let's just say I was a few years younger than Francesca. She looked very sophisticated.

Sharon McQueen looked happy, and when she blew me a kiss, worded ‘Thank you’, and then slowly faded from sight, my heart skipped a beat. When I finally turned and looked at the road before us, the world indeed seemed to be a brighter place. Author’s note. In my first novel, I wanted to tip my hat to a very influential story, Raymond Chandler’s the Big Sleep, and though many elements of this hardboiled detective story made it into my tale, the one thing I could never seem to make work was the romance story. So, when I was asked if I had such a story that could be entered into this collection, I realised here was my chance to fix that omission. There are also elements from other classic noir/r

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

‘What book is it? ‘Hangover Abbey or something.’ ‘Not Northanger Abbey ? Jane Austen?’ She nodded. ‘About some stupid girl who thinks somebody’s murdered somebody or something and makes a complete prat of herself.’ Bells were ringing like mad in Claudia’s head. ‘I had to do that at school too.’ Anoushka folded her arms. ‘And I suppose you’re going to tell me you liked it.’ Claudia felt a pang of sympathy for poor old Sister Bernadette, who’d tried so hard to make them all enthusiastic about literature - ‘It’s really terribly amusing, girls, if you can just get over these silly prejudices about nineteenth- century language.*