Good Holiday Romance Books Novels & Stories

Thank you for laughing with them, crying with them, falling in love with them, and staying until the very last page. James and Belle’s story ends here, but the romance doesn’t! Go check out my other books. I can’t wait for you to fall in love with these stories too. ❤️ Falling for My Son’s Billionaire Best Friend — a sizzling billionaire romance. 🔥Bitten by the Alpha — a steamy werewolf romance. 💕 Falling For My Billionaire Husband’s Brother— a contemporary romance filled with love, family drama, and shocking twists. If you enjoyed this book, I’d be so grateful if you left a review. Every review helps another reader discover my stories.

I will post 5 chapter of this book so that your holiday is filled with love of your favourite characters and authors. 2. A few days ago, I started a protect named Love Again: The Billionare’s Second Chance Romace. This is meant to be a short story of mostly 50 chapter. I wrote it as a special holiday gift for all of you. Before newyear, I am trying to complete it. I have posted almost 15 chapte. Please give it a read. 3. After new year, I am launcing a brand new book. It will be a Werewolf Romace.

I stare at the word until the screen goes dark. Fake girlfriend. Professional girlfriend. Holiday girlfriend. Whatever this is, it already feels dangerously real. I fall asleep with snow tapping against my window and a smile I can’t wipe off my face. Next Christmas, I won’t be alone at that table. I’ll have Jackson. And for the first time in years, I’m actually looking forward to the holidays. Even if the whole thing is a beautifully orchestrated lie. Especially because it is. (Word count: 1,243)

*Holly* The morning was fresh with new-fallen snow. I wasn’t due to go to work until ten o’clock, so I spent my morning drinking hot cocoa and trying to read. But I couldn’t focus on the book, and my hot cocoa didn’t taste as sweet as usual. I didn’t even eat the whole first round of marshmallows. I hated to admit it, but I felt like my holiday spirit had been sucked dry.

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I smiled shyly at my not so secret desire anymore. THE END Thank you for reading to the end. I would be very happy to see a 1-2 sentences review with your opinion on the story. Stay safe! P.S.: If you are hungry for more stories like this - please, check my new book /not edited yet/ with the scent of cinnamon and warm Christmas mood: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000002078/null/You-want-to-be-mine Or this new steamy story /not edited yet/ about a shameless girl and her many dates:

Was it ridiculous for her to start thinking she might actually be a part of their family someday? Sending a text back to him thanking him for the pictures, wishing him the best time ever, and reminding him not to run with scissors, she set her phone aside and tried to concentrate on the movie. It was the story of a woman trying to check everything off of her Christmas to-do list before Christmas Eve. A handsome stranger appears and soon he begins to help her celebrate the most magical Christmas she’s ever had. Could that be Melody? Would this Christmas with Reid and Michael be so special she would no longer celebrate Christmas transfixed on her loss and memories from the past?

“Fiction. I am a sucker for a good romance. And Dr. Seuss, of course, but that’s more on a professional level.” The man laughed, the rich sound echoing off the snowy mountain tops. Holly found her heart speeding up and she was glad to be stuck on this chairlift with him. At this point, she didn’t really care if they stayed up here forever. The lift stayed still. Holly scraped her skis together, brushing off the little snow that rested on them. “What are you reading right now?” Holly asked. “Anything good?” “I’m between books at the moment. Have any recommendations?” “Other than Dr. Seuss?” Holly grinned at him.

He followed, groaning my name, hips jerking as he spilled inside the condom. We collapsed together, breaths ragged, his arms wrapping around me protectively. The snow outside thickened, but warmth bloomed in my chest. "That was... us," I said softly, tracing his jaw. No roles, just two people finding solace. He kissed my temple. "Yeah. And it's not ending here. Merry Christmas, Joyce." In that quiet lounge, amid forgotten eggnog and twinkling lights, the holiday transformed from lonely duty to shared intimacy, raw and real, binding us beyond the office walls.