French Romantic Books Novels & Stories

Adrian said thoughtfully, climbing onto the couch beside him, "for someone who claims to hate romance novels, you spend an awful lot of time discussing them." "I discuss them because you force them upon me." "That's not true." "You once left six romance novels on my desk." "I was educating you." "You were attacking me." Adrian laughed again before opening the book. The pages rustled softly. Firelight danced across the paper. Adrian cleared his throat dramatically. "'When Prince Alaric first saw the mysterious swordsman, he immediately disliked him.'" Cassian nodded. "Reasonable." "'The man was arrogant, infuriating, and entirely too handsome.'"

He explained while pouring two glasses of wine. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I have never had someone pay so close attention to me. I mentioned this restaurant maybe once in our texts when I was still married, and Byron was only my editor. But he remembered it and how much I adore French culture. In my books, Duke Byron even whisked Lady Grace away to the French countryside. Byron was serious about wanting to make my dreams come true. I didn’t know if I deserved all this, but I looked forward to seeing what else he had in mind for tonight.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

I could see Olivier getting frustrated, mostly that the man didn’t seem inclined to double-check. I began to wander through the aisles of books. Most of them were in French, obviously, but I found the small section of English books. Most of the selection consisted of French authors translated into English, along with various classics. At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less.

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The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

Aurelio didn’t answer. He just stepped closer. God—he smelled like smoke, cedar, and something darker. Something intoxicating. Something wrong. His fingers lifted, brushing a curl behind my ear. “You look better without all your defenses,” he murmured. Heat shot down my spine so hard I had to steady myself. I hated how easily he could do that. I hated how much I wanted him to keep doing it. His eyes dragged slowly down my chest, and then he said it quietly, commanding, dangerous:

My breath didn’t just catch; it hitched in a broken, needy little sound that made my pulse roar in my ears. I hated it. I hated that my skin seemed to hum under his touch, reaching for the pressure instead of recoiling. “So he offered me his heir,” Caspian murmured. He didn’t just hold me; he tilted my face up, forcing my gaze to collide with his. Up close, his eyes weren’t just dark—they were hungry. I felt a treacherous, heavy heat pool low in my stomach. My lips parted involuntarily, my lungs straining for air that suddenly felt charged with his scent.